O.K this is my first story on Fan Fiction, so I would really like any advice you have to offer. This is basically a different version of Twilight. A very different version. Anyway; enjoy!
Disclaimer: Twilight is property of Stephinie Meyer not me. The only things I own of this story is the storyline, and any characters I make up. Thanks.
Chapter 1: New School, New Faces, One Dream Come True
I stared at the daunting building in front of me. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, into what was my own personal hell. High School. Except today was different. Not only was I entering this...place...but it was my first day, at least at this high school. The old rusted sign with the school name "Lakeside High", except most of the letters weren't visible so it said "L e d H gh", was the first thing to make me realise that I wasn't home. Then the realisation that I knew no-one made me even more depressed. But I just had to get on with it.
I tried to ignore the stares I was getting as I made my way to reception. The do-I-care smile the receptionist gave me was even more encouraging as I opened my mouth, "Erm... well you see I'm well... erm, new here and I was... erm, kinda wondering if you had a ...erm, timetable for me?" Oh god. I wasn't going to last a minute here. I was dead.
The woman lit a cigarette, blew a puff of smoke in my face which caused a choking fit, and asked, "Name?"
"It's well... e."
"You say erm one more time and you are going in that bin," she pointed to one of those tiny waste paper baskets. "Every single bit of you."
I gulped. "Kim, my name's Kim." Realising she would need a second name too I blurted out, "Kim Redford."
"Here, take it or leave it." She spoke as she shoved a small, rectangular, slighly yellowed peice of paper right in my face. Not wanting to linger I almost sprinted down the hall to where it said my registration class was. Oh great, 5th year and i couln't talk to a receptionist who, quite frankly, should not be working in a school with her obvious distaste for teens.
I walked into room 12 and felt my face go the colour of tomato ketchup. A whole bunch of kids, who looked like they had the IQ of their age, were staring at me. From some of the girls I even got a few unearned glares. I was so dead. In fact, they'd have to invent a new word for me which meant dead to the power of 1 million.
I sat down at the only empty desk and was suddenly glad of my long red hair. I took it out from my ponytail and used it to shield my face from the ouside world as I began to read a book I'd found at the bottom of my bag. I was in despair. Just my luck to get a class who's braincells probably didn't outnumber the people in the room.
A shrill, ringing sound almost made me jump out my skin. I suddenly got what people meant when they said, "saved by the bell".
I looked at my table, and sighed in relief. English, something those bozos wouldn't be able to be in my class for. I hurried down the hallway, counting the numbers 'till I reached room 20. I sat down at an empty table at the back of the classroom, and hoped that this class would be better than the one before.
The mass of scraping chairs was almost like the signal for class to start. Again I used my hair as a barrier. I took out a notebook, hoping that it would help me catch up later. The teacher started talking about a critical essay on a poem called "The Highwayman", to which I almost groaned aloud. This was the poem I had spent the last 3 months on at my old school. Well at least the essay would be a doddle.
"Mr. Cullen, if you're going to turn up to my class late again, you're head will be mounted on my wall. You may be new, but that doesn't give you the excuse to be late." What a nice bunch of people these were.
Then suddenly it hit me (hey it's Monday, slow is like, normal). Cullen! My head snapped up. Oh My God!!! I nearly squealed but instead I grabbed my bag and shoved my notebook in it, then walked calmly up to the front. Luckily for me, the rest of the class were stuck in their essay's, so hadn't noticed the scene.
"Mr Larken, I just remebered that Edward and I have an appointment with guidance to talk about moving here. We'll be back as quick as we can." And without giving the teacher time to protest, I grabbed a frozen Edward and closed the dor behind us.
Walking to a deserted area, I looked round and launched my attack."Are you an idiot or something? If I wasn't so obsessed with Twilight then you're cover would have been blown! At least half of the girls at this school know who you are and what you are!"
Then he came crashing back to Earth. "Wait, WHAT?!?!?!"
"Keep it down! Have you not read the books, you know, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. 'Cause if you had, you would be amazed about how much people know about who you are and what you can do."
"What! You mean they know I'm a... vampire."
" Duh!. Look I always have them in my bag." I brought out the four books from what my mum calls my "Mary Poppins Bag", because of the amount of stuff I fit into it. I handed him the books and said, " Read them, and when you're done, give them to the rest of your family." Then a thought hit me. "Wait, they're not here, are they?" Panic levels rising. Hyperventiling begging. Eardrums preparing for the masses of screaming girls...
"No. I came because I had to see what it was like." He looked down at the books, then back at me. Hastily he added, "By the way Bella isn't real. But you've got one insy bity problem. People all over are going to recognise us because of our pale skin, our changing eyes, and our inhuman beauty."
"Hmm... I know." I delved one more into my bag and brought out my make-up bag (hey, you never know what may happen). Taking out my foundation, I sighed and spoke, "When I'm done, even Esme won't be able to recognise you."
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"Is this really nessecary?" Edward asked, looking hopelessly down at his hands, which were now caked in about three layers of foundation.
"Well if I just did your face then your hands would have looked odd, and the layers are to help keep your hands warmer and feel smoother, if someone were to touch your hand. Not that someone would be touch..." My babble faded out as I caught the smirk on his face. Omg, when he smile he gets SOO much hotter.
"Well then, can we go back to class or are you finished?"
"No, I'm done... oh wait, won't we need a note or something so the teacher won't think we're lying." My eyebrows knitted together in thought. Then Edward pulled out a peice of paper and winked at me. "Got it covered." His pen was flying across the piece of paper and I had barely time to blink when he held up the paper triumphantly. His writing was so neat, but then I suppose he had had years to practice it.
"Well then, we'd best be off."
"Hmm, yes I suppose. But I was wondering if you happened to have a spare seat at your desk?"
"Well my boyfriend was sitting there, but I suppose he could move." A look of horror crossed his face and I burst out laughing. "I was just kidding Edward." His features relaxed, the fake bruise I had "painted" on realined itself on his perfect (well not so perfect, since all the make-up had been slapped on it) face.
"Are you sure it looks fine." For a supprisingly short corridor, I had a feeling it would take a long time to get back.
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