Author's Note
sorry for the errors if you see any please review and tell me where and what it is have good read
beta'd by BellOfTheBall22
Disclaimer: all the ideas and plot belong to their respective authors Stephanie Meyer and Me
This is my story, whether it's a tragedy or not, is up to you to decide. My life finally had meaning when I met the love of my life, Adrian Cullen. I was just a regular high school student, well as normal as a wallflower, closet atheist, goth can be anyway. It is Monday, so my life of peace, music, and near happiness was ending and my life of silence and suffering was beginning. It was the same cycle every week: Find plain black glasses, put on the same navy blue shirt and boot cut jeans, wear an over sized black jacket and top it off with plain light blue shoes that I wore every single day. I force myself down stairs to eat yet another shity breakfast that my mom made, get into her old infinity and drive to school.
First period science: Just another class that I suck at and hate. I sit in the back to avoid any human contact. I do my work with my head down. When the bell rings I rush out of class with the other students.
Rinse and Repeat for about 2 more periods.
Lunch: I find an empty table in the farthest corner of the room, put in my headphones, observe, and judge every person that I see and instantly hate I hate them all. I notice late students entering the cafeteria, a whole herd of them. There are 9 in total and they're all paired off except one. They all drift in the same direction and my eyes follow their every movement. I suddenly forget about everything in the room, even my music, he is what caught my attention and put me in a daze. When I finally snap out of it, I observe them all. They look too graceful, too beautiful, too perfect, and too pale. One of them, the blond tall boy, looks like he's in pain and sits like a soldier. If you look hard enough you can see bite marks on his arms and neck, they don't look like animal bites. Interesting. The rest of them showed no telltale signs of any bite marks. Their eyes are the same color, but the Native American one, and the one who is most likely his girlfriend, have brown eyes while the rest had gold. They have this look that resembles maturity, they seem much older than what they look.
As long as they don't bother me, their business is their business. The lunch bell wasn't going to ring for another half hour so I decided to draw. My drawings were more like outlining and sketching.