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"Sarah! Have you finished packing yet?!" I heard my mothers voice screech up the stairs. Groaning, I heaved myself off my bed and hurried down the stairs to answer her. Her voice sounded slurred already and looking at her I knew that she had been drinking already, her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was wild, I'm guessing from running her fingers through it all the time, it was a habit of hers.
"Yes, I finished last night. The movers already have it in the truck." I answered.
She only grunted and walked away. Okay…
I was having mixed feelings about moving. I was sort of glad to be getting away from some of the bad memories I had of this house. But I would miss some of my friends. I was sure I wouldn't see them again. They were nice, but I knew they didn't care enough about me to continue a 'long distance' kind of friendship.
Chicago was a great city, but it wasn't my style. The wind, streetlights and noise kind of annoyed me at times, and I was glad to be moving into a small town that was a little more peaceful and laid back.
Tomorrow morning, at a ridiculously early time, I would be getting on the plane and heading to my new home. Forks, Washington.
. . .
The plane ride had been terrible. My mom was nervous as hell to be on an airplane so she kept trying to drink more and more to calm herself down, and I couldn't get any sleep.
She drank most of the time and I didn't like it, but it was something you got used to. My mother was something you got used to. She could be a little cold at times, and our relationship had always been strained, but she was my mother and even though she maybe didn't love me, I loved her with all my heart.
We finally arrived in Port, Angeles. Forks was so small it didn't even have an airport. The drive was awkward and silent, much like most time spent with my mother. We arrived at our house and my mouth fell open.
It was hideous! Some of the siding was loose and crusted over, the roof had the majority of its shingles missing or broken, and the front door wasn't even painted properly, you could clearly see where they ran out of one color of paint and had to continue with another ugly red that wasn't really the same color as the first.
"I know it's ugly, but we'll fix it up and stuff. It was cheap and it will be something for us to occupy ourselves with in this god forsaken town." She sneered and crinkled her nose. " We'll start on it on Saturday. Get some sleep you have school tomorrow." She said in her dull, boring voice. I nodded my head even though I knew she wouldn't really start working on Friday. She always said things like that but when the time came she never did anything. It was another thing you got used to, disappointment. I went inside and made myself busy by unpacking things. It was strange that the inside of the house looked so much better than the outside. From the outside this place looked like a sty, but on the inside it was immaculate. It had this odd vintage vibe that I liked, but my mother only stared at it offensively.
After putting everything in my room that I needed I decided to go to bed. Like my mother had said, I had school in the morning, and I wasn't looking forward to it.
. . .
The school wasn't as bad as I had thought. The kids were mean as hell, but the classes were okay, that was the only thing that really mattered to me. It was lunchtime now, and I sat alone in the cafeteria, feeling out of place and intrusive. Many people stared at me, wondering who I was but I tried to ignore them. Some of them looked at me contemplatively, like they wanted to come talk to me, but none of them did.
I sighed and chewed thoughtfully on a carrot, would I ever really fit in somewhere? Would I find people who cared about me unconditionally? Or would I be destined to float around in a sea of loneliness?
I heard a chair scrape across the floor beside me, and I looked up instinctually. It was a girl, with dull brown hair and blue eyes. At first I thought she was just going to tell me that I was in her spot or something. But she just smiled and introduced herself to me as Angela. I told her my name, why I had moved here and everything else she asked. She seemed like a sweet girl, polite and very kind: even to a stranger, and I really appreciated the fact that she might have gone out of her way to make me feel a little better. We spoke about anything that might be considered remotely interesting in a town this small. My gaze had often wandered while she spoke, and she had been mid-sentence when I first saw them.
They walked in gracefully, not one out of step, the air around them was almost haunting, but unbelievably beautiful.
I counted six of them. Four boys and two girls.
I rudely interrupted whatever Angela had been saying and asked her who they were. She glanced over to where I had been looking, but quickly darted her eyes back when one of the guys looked at her.
"The Cullens." She said softly, and continued at my curious gaze. " They moved here from Alaska or something two years ago. See that big muscular guy?" I nodded. "His name is Emmett." I nodded again when I picked him out of the group, she continued and told me all of their names. A blonde goddess named Rosalie (who was with Emmett.) A hyperactive little girl named Alice, who was oddly paired with a calm reserved dirty blonde guy named Jasper who was also Rosalie's twin brother, and Edward a reserved guy who was looking expectantly around the room. It was a bit of a mouthful. And then she pointed out the last person at the table, an impatient looking guy with hair as black as night that was cut short and spiked naturally. He was…perfection. He sat with them looking somewhat out of place. I decided I wanted to know this guy so I asked Angela as many questions as I could about him without seeming obvious. His name was Damien, he was adopted by the Cullens when he was younger and had no girlfriend. He never spoke to anyone apart from his family.
After she had introduced them to me she started to look around expectantly.
"Who are you looking for?" I asked. Her eyes snapped back to me.
"Oh, I'm looking for the other one." She said, I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.
"The other what?"
"The other Cullen, she's usually here by now." She explained. I stupidly started to look with her, though I had no clue what the person I was searching for looked like. Hell, I didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl!
I was surprise that it was actually easy to find her, the Cullens stood out in a crowd but fit in sinuously with one another. She was probably the most beautiful of them all, apart from the black haired angel. She had long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back, it had subtle red highlights to it, full lips, beautiful golden eyes just like the rest of them, and a body that anyone would kill for, including me. The way she walked was strange though, she hung her head low and didn't look at anyone, as if she were embarrassed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the bronze haired one, Edward, smile.
"Oh! There she is." Angela said when she finally spotted her, she subtly pointed her out though I already knew where she was.
"Oh, she's pretty. What's her name?" I asked, intensely curious.
"That's Bella. She's with Edward and she's like insanely shy." She informed me. I nodded, feigning disinterest. I watched as she made her way to the table and sat between Edward and Damien. I looked away though when Edward started to kiss her.
I spent the rest of the lunch period thinking about them. I knew I was being morbidly intrusive but I just couldn't help myself. I soaked up as much information as I could about them and I made a vow to myself that I would talk to them.
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I hate starting new schools. Was my only thought when I saw all the curious eyes of the students staring at me as I tried to make my way to English class. Every face was the same, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, mouth open slightly, staring unabashedly, and concentrating very hard on trying to figure out who I was and what I was doing in their school.
Some of them had no shame at all, even when I caught them staring they still didn't look away. Occasionally I would walk by someone and they would look over at their friend and say 'Who is that?' or 'We have a new kid?' as if I couldn't hear them. If they were so curious about me why didn't they just ask me who I was? I didn't mind answering, if you asked, but it pissed me off when people treated me like I was invisible.
Uh oh. I thought suddenly, it seemed that while I had been contemplating my most recent surroundings I had been turned around once again. Why did they have to make school maps so ridiculously confusing? I pulled out my already creased and crumpled schedule to check once more what room my next class was in. I tried to be fast, it seemed that our two minute break between classes was about to end, the students were quickly thinning out and heading into their classes.
My next class was... English. In room 202, with Mrs. Sauve. I looked at the room closest to me...418? How many classrooms were there in this dinky school? Oh crap, even the rebellious i'm-going-to-walk-into-your-classroom-just-as-the-bell-rings-and-smirk-at-you-mockingly kids were leaving, that meant trouble. Now there was nobody in the halls and I had no idea where I was.
I could go to the office?
Well how the hell are you going to get there stupid, you have no clue where you are! And there was nobody around to ask. I decided just to walk randomly and see if by some random stroke of luck I would find my way. I walked to the end of the hall, looking at each of the numbers on the doors.
134
435
854
534
121
923
724
Well it seems like this freaking school doesn't even know how to put freaking numbers in the right freaking order! I continued down the hall until I was met by yet another joy. The hall split two ways. Both of them looked identical and I couldn't tell which way I should be going. I tried looking at my useless map but that only confused me more, there was no forked hall on the stupid map.
I looked back and forth between the halls, struggling to find a reason to choose one over the other.
My head started to turn back and forth more and more rapidly as I started to panic.
"Shit!" I whimpered to myself.
"Lost?" I heard the most beautiful voice say. I gasped and turned around quickly only to have my eyes bulge out of my head.
It's her! One of the Cullens. Bella! Talking to me! My mind sputtered randomly. She was even more beautiful up close. The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Gold, a strange bright brown with flecks of pure gold scattered recklessly in them. She had perfectly smooth skin, not a blemish or anything, just pale as a sheet. She was thin, almost too thin, and she wore a loose gray shirt that hung off her shoulders and tight jeans that showed off every contour of her perfect legs. I noticed now that her brown hair was naturally wavy and carelessly hanging around her shoulders. She smiled patiently at me as I gawked at her.
"Uh," I said, but my voice got stuck it my throat and it came out as more of a gargle. How embarrassing. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I can't find my way." I said dumbly, she must have thought I was so stupid. She held her hand out to me expectantly; I was sort of confused as to what she wanted so I just stared at it for a moment. I was just about to grab it and shake it in greeting when she spoke.
"Your schedule?" She asked calmly in her sweet melodic voice.
"Oh!" I said, fumbling awkwardly trying to find it. I was so dumb; I could only thank god that she had spoken before I grabbed her hand.
I finally found it and handed it to her. Not once in the time that I had been looking for it had she sighed impatiently, or done anything to show that she was annoyed with me. I was grateful that I had seemed to finally catch a break and found the nicest person ever. I looked even closer at her as she studied my schedule, when I had first looked at her my first thought was She's gorgeous! But as I looked at her now, she seemed like so much more than that. To me it looked like she was endlessly patient and shy, her eyes had a wise look in them that gave away her maturity; to me she seemed so much more than just a small town high school student. She looked up from my schedule with a new look in her eyes. The knowing look she wore made me shiver; it made me feel like she had heard everything I had been thinking about her.
She smiled at me breaking me out of my trance, "It's that way." She informed me quietly, pointing back the way I had just come.
"But I just came down that way." I argued, I had looked at every number on the doors. She smiled at me again, endlessly patient.
"I'll take you." She said and started down the hallway I had just ventured through.
She didn't speak, but it wasn't an awkward silence either.
As we continued down the hall her steps were sure and graceful, but she shied away from me for some reason, always keeping at least five feet between us. Every time I tried to walk closer to her she would scurry away subtly. This beautiful girl and her family made me endlessly curious.
She finally came to a stop at the end of the hall in front of a room. I recognized the number, 418. This was the door I had originally stopped at.
"Here we are." She said softly, there was never an edge to anything she said.
"I came here already, but this is room 418 not 202, why is this so confusing?" I asked her frustrated. She smiled amusedly for a moment before looking at me.
"202 isn't the room number, it just means your class is English 20-2. This is your room number." She explained, pointing out the number 418 in the English square on my schedule. I was kind of surprised to hear her say so much at once.
"Oh my god, I'm so stupid." I whispered.
"No you're not. I made the same mistake when I first got to this school." She said sweetly, instantly making me feel better, she was weird, it was like she knew exactly what I was thinking or exactly what I needed to hear just by looking at my face. I smiled at her, and she turned to walk into the room, I was sort of confused was she in my class? As soon as the door opened everyone looked up from their desks and at us. I cringed back from them, but the girl in front of me just ignored them. I had just realized I didn't know her name, adding another thing to the list of stupid things I had done around her, I had never introduced myself or asked her name. I rolled my eyes at myself.
The girl suddenly veered away from the course of the desk and headed to the back of the room. I just continued on to the teachers desk to introduce myself. I coudlt see that the teacher had her face stuck in some book.
I put my hands on the desk waited for the teachers attention. Must be some pretty great book she was reading, I took a quick peek at the title, Romance and Roses. I rolled my eyes, she was reading some dirty book, that's why she didn't notice me. I was tired of just standing here like an idiot so I decided to make a move.
"Um..." I said. The teachers eyes snapped up at the sudden voice, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"Oh, goodness you startled me." She said, not so subtly trying to hide her book from me. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't start laughing.
"Sorry, I'm a new student?" I said, my nervousness making it sound like a question.
"Hello, what's your name?" She asked me, the tone in her voice seemed a little fake to me, like she really didn't care who I was.
"Sarah."
She nodded. "You can sit in a free seat and I'll talk to you in a minute, just go relax for a moment." She said disinterestedly. I turned to look for a free seat, but then I noticed that the pretty girl was still there. But now she was talking to one of the Cullens, Jasper. They were looking intensely at each other and their lips were barely moving but somehow I knew they were having a conversation. I decided to look away and looked for a free seat, nobody in this class really seemed to care about who I was or what I was doing, and for that I was grateful.
After surveying the room, I realized there were no seats left apart from the one where the two Cullens were still talking, though now it looked more like they were arguing. After thinking for a minute I started to walk over to them, preparing to claim that seat. Jasper suddenly stiffened when I walked closer. Then in a movement that didn't even seem to exist he was gripping on to Bella's arm, but far too tightly. I started to rush over to him to tell him to stop but before I could get there Bella had pulled him out of his seat and they were on their way out the door.
Incredibly confused I took my seat and tried to find a reason for their behavior. I couldn't find any. What I found even stranger was that nobody in the room even seemed to notice the whole ordeal. I glanced at the teacher surely she would have noticed two people leaving her class? But when I saw her I had to laugh, her face was still stuffed in her dirty book, completely oblivious.
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