The clouds above were dark and foggy. The radio was on loud and I was nestled in the passenger seat of the old truck with my sketch book. I drew the clouds, how they overlapped eachother perfectly, and how if you watched for a long time they swirled and moved. Forks. My Forks. I sighed. I was born there, and I visited every year since I was a child, but now I was finally returning. I spent most of the years of my life in the busy bustling sweltering city Phoenix, and I hated it there. It was okay for a while, but I missed my green land. I missed waking up into clear clean air, and I missed the small time shops and the corner store. I missed the rain and the people. There were trees everywhere. Even here, in the outskirts of town. I missed my Forks.
We pulled up the driveway of Charlies small brown house and climbed out of the truck.
"Are you sure you don't mind having me here?" I asked as Charlie helped me with my luggage. He grunted as he swung my suitcase onto the porch, and turned to me.
"Don't be silly, Bella." He winked. I smiled and looked up at the sky. Rain. Welcome home. We went into the house and Charlie put my stuff by the stairs. I looked around.
"Woah." I exhaled. "Superstitous, Charlie?" Hung from every corner was garlic, big heaping cloves of garlic, and crusifixes everywhere. He barely payed attention as he roamed into the kitchen humming.
"Can't be too careful, Bells." I heard him tell me matter-of-factly. The smell of garlic overpowered my nostrils, and I covered my nose with my hand. I stared around the house.
"What exactly happened last summer again?" I asked, still a bit surprised. He came into the living room and sat down, handing me a soda. I took it and sat next to him. He pulled my hand away from my nose and put it down beside me.
"Bella, I know what your mothers been telling you, but I swear I seen a vampire." He said. I rolled my eyes. Not this again. I don't know how many times I have to tell him. I stood up and and went to the stairs.
"Fine. Don't believe me." He called after me. "I put some garlic on your window sill, just in case." He added. I hurried up the stairs. Sometimes, he really freaked me out.
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I woke the next morning with a blistering headache, sweating with the nerves of starting my first day at Forks High. I had asked Charlie for one resting day, but he said it would be better to jump right in. I wasn't too exited, I'm sure no one would pay any attention to me, but I was nervous all the same. I fixed myself a bowl of cocopuffs, but I only could down about half until I was feeling sick to my stomache. I had butterflies. I moaned and looked at Charlie.
"Can't I stay home? I'll go tommarow..." I said, knowing it would do no good. I sighed as I got my coat and left the house.
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Forks High was much like your normal high school, except there were vines and shrubs everywhere. Pouring in from every window were vines and vines that were usually kept neat and trim, but were often a bit overgrown. I sat down in my first period class and stared longingly at the vines, wishing I would have brought my sketchbook to draw them.
Classes passed, and I sat alone in nearly every one. Perfect. By the time I reached sixth period bio, I was a little more than surprised to find someone sitting in the seat next to mine. He was a typical rebel, wearing black with chains, smelt like cigarettes.
And then there was his friend.... His friend sat behind him, and he had sweltering eyes. He dressed very much the same, except he didn't smell like cigarettes, he didn't smell like anything at all.
I found myself sneaking little peeks at him throughout the period, and when his eyes met mine I would freeze and my eyes would dart away, scorched by the intensity of his stares. On the eleventh or twelth time I tried, I was caught.
"Dude, I think she likes you." said the cigarrette guy, smacking him in the arm. I blushed and turned back around, waiting for him to answer.
"Don't be a dumbass, Corey." I heared him say, and I smiled. I pressed my lips together, hoping they didn't see.
"Hey man, don't talk down to me. Didn't I tell your mom you were at my house so you could party?" Corey said, a smile in his voice. I was taught not to eavesdrop, but their conversation was so interesting, I found it hard not to turn around.
"Yes, but that doesn't matter. Don't do stuff if you're just going to push it back in my face. It was one night, get over it." Coreys' friend said, acid in his tone. I fought the urge to look at the expression on his face, but I resisted. They would know I was listening.
"I didn't have a problem lying to your mom, Edward. Shes kind of hot when she's suspicious." Corey teased. I heard a second of silence, and then a notebook falling onto the table.
"Shut up." Edward said, venom leaking out of every letter in those words. I turned around slowly, just in time to see Corey turn around to face Edward, his whole body tense.
"I'd lie to her again, so long as she would say my name." Corey said, with a I-dare-you tone to his voice. Edward tensed and his fist curled around his pencil. I waited.
"You're my friend, but I'll kill you if you say one more word about my mother." Edward threatened, no sign of mocking in his voice. Coreys eyes narrowed and his jaw set.
"Your. Mother. Is. H---" I seen a Edwards fist react within seconds, cutting him off, and Corey was on the floor with Edward on top of him. Coreys' nose was slightly crooked and bleeding. Edwards fist pounded into both of his eyes. Corey fought and tried to punch back, but Edwards other hand was pinning Coreys arms down. All the students gathered around chanting 'fight fight fight' but all I could do was hope Edward didn't get hurt. I watched with intense concern as the fight carried on right next to my desk. I peered around Edwards head just in time to find that Corey managed to wriggle on of his arms out and his fist shot foreward, but Edward dodged it.
The last thing I remember was a fist digging into my eye.
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I woke up in the nurses office, and I could hear Charlies mad grumblings through the wall. I opened my eyes and cringed at the pain. What the-? Oh yeah. The fight. I groaned as I remembered the fight that had gotten me in here. I kept my eyes half closed and squinted to the ceiling. A dark figure blocked the lights.
"Uhm.. are you okay...?" An unsure voice asked. I felt around for a minute before a cold hand found mine.
"Uh... Hello?" The voice said again. I blinked and tried to open my eyes wider, but then shuddered at the stinging. I moaned and pulled my hand away. It was quiet for a moment and I focused on the small shufflings. I recognized pacing, and I tried to place it. It was too quiet for Charlies feet, but I didn't know anybody else here. The pacing stopped and the feet were next to my bed.
"Look, er.. I'm really sorry about what happened, and I feel terrible. I should have thought about what to do, but I acted on impluse and I feel really bad." I hear the voice say. It was Edward. I turned to squint at him.
"Its fine, really. Just go, your probably in enough trouble, and you don't want my dad to find you here. So just go, and I'll be fine." I said in what I hoped was an assuring tone. I heard him hesitate but then walk to the door. He hesitated and then mumbled something that sounded like 'what a horrible impression' as he left the room.
I fell aleep and dreamt of golden eyes and leather jackets.
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Bobbi: Yeah yeah, I know. Bobbi, you suck. I just want Edward to be a hardcore rebel but I can never make it work. Hopefully this worked, and if it did let me know. If it didn't, think 'contructive critisism' XDD And I won't stop until there is an Edward Rebel story I like XD