Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight. No offense, I don't want to. I'd rather own Harry Potter or DCU. Not that I own them anyway.

Math is boring. Sure, every career in life uses math. But stuck in a room for two hours learning about numbers isn't my version of fun. Especially when I'm seated in the front row. Not the back row where I can talk to my friends and pass the time. Today was a usual day, except for maybe that it was nearing winter break and everyone was a bit more festive. The tardy bell rung, resonating against the white plain walls decorated with cheesy posters that said 'You'll appreciate math when you get a good job!' or 'You'll regret not paying attention!'. My math teacher, Mr. Hoffman, walked into the room carrying a stack of freshly copied papers that looked suspiciously like more homework. They fell with a thump on his desk and he picked up a clipboard and started to rattle off names.

"James Anderton,"

"Here," the boy three seats down from me raised his hand. I recognized him from the orchestra. My sister played a duet with him.

"Ben Arnest,"

"Here." Ben waved at Mr. Hoffman. Mr. Hoffman took no notice.

"Anna Benton,"

I didn't hear anything after that. I zoned out, staring aimlessly at the space in front of me. I wasn't trying to be rude, but sometimes this class can be so irritating that it puts me in a bad mood the rest of the day. The soccer season was over, though I wished it wasn't. I loved sports and was on the school's soccer team had come second throughout the city, only losing to Beaumont Middle by two wins. I sat there, pondering, until I looked up and 'awoke' when my name was called.

"Natalie Kirkwell,"

"H-here," I stuttered. Quentin Rogers snickered and I shot him a dirty look.

"Nicole Kirkwell,"

"Present," my sister said, still looking down at the thick book she was reading.

Mr. Hoffman went down the list like he did everyday, not bothering to remember our names and faces, and finished with an 'Abby Yates'. He put the clipboard down and instead of taking up the homework, he just sat down.

"Okay class," he began slowly, "today we are getting a new student teacher. You will represent me and Kemps Middle. I will not tolerate any complaints whatsoever. If you want to whine, go to the principal. He will be coming in about, let's say, fifteen minutes. I will take up the homework and let you work on a silent piece of classwork." He came around and took up the homework. He passed out several sheets of paper and returned to his computer at the front of the room.

The work was just review and was very easy. A waste of my time. Nicole, of course, speedily finished it in three minutes and opened up her book again. The room was silent except for the scratching of graphite and the ruffling of paper. Fifteen minuted seemed like infinity. The clock mantled above the door tick-tocked slower and time felt like it was slowing down. I had finished my geometry stuff in ten minutes due to my tutoring. My mom decided that she wouldn't get any tutor, she would hire my sister. The first 'lesson' resulted in an argument that wouldn't calm down for three days. I was blamed for starting it, probably because I did not take criticism well. The soccer coach trained us to our best and whenever a flaw was pointed out, I would take it personally. I remembered shouting a few stinging insults at my sibling and instantly regretting it.

Nicole was an introvert. She preferred the quiet and liked to be on her own. She never really listened to music or went out to parties. I was the complete opposite. I was used to team-mates, I worked with others. To me, it was fun hanging out and living the moment. I felt life was life and I was free to do whatever I wanted with it. Nicole thought that life should be carefully planned and lived. We never really agreed on anything but we could live with each other.

There was a noise of footsteps and the door opened with a soft click. My teacher stood up and greeted an unseen figure at the door. He moved out of the way and Ashley Dibble sighed dreamily. Even though she already had a boyfriend, Ashley could always be seen with Quentin. A pale person walked into the room. The figure said nothing, so Mr. Hoffman introduced him.

"Class, this is Edward Cullen, our new student teacher."

Edward had a black hoodie on and still didn't say a word. Ashley stared at him, not even noticing when her purse fell out of her desk. His eyes surveyed the class room and his gaze landed on me. I glared at him, my eyes meeting his red ones.