Sometimes its hard to describe the things that happen life using just words, we all strive to capture the moments and feelings of life using quotes or catchy lyrics but in the end that is all they really are, just another failed attempt at trying to capture that which can not be captured
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of its characters or settings
I panted and screamed, louder and louder my horrified cries stretched towards the heavens, but somehow they always managed to just miss them. It was like the dreams you have as a kid, the ones that terrify you the most, when you can not run, no matter how much you want to or how hard you try, your legs just simply will not budge and you are stuck in your doom awaiting whatever horror is about to fall upon you. Yet, there is always a peace that passes all understanding, a hope that lies in the farthest corner of your mind that comes at the last possible moment and lets you know that it will all be okay and that you will wake up before any real tragedy occurs and sure enough, my little eyes would always burst open and I would sigh in exasperated relief as I lie and stared at my ceiling. What happens when it is not a dream? Where is the peace then? This time I was most definitely, beyond any doubt, stuck in the worst situation imaginable.
As the final bell rang before school finally let out for Christmas break I was jolted from my daydreaming back into the cold, harsh reality that I was supposed to be taking note for the final and instead I had just managed to scrawl his name multiple times in multiple scripts all over my notebook. "Great," I thought, "now I have to get rid of this one too..." and then I managed to silently chuckle at myself thinking about how ridiculous I would seem if someone was ever able to read my mind and decipher my crazy, jumbled up life. I packed up my stuff and headed towards the door so I might finally be free from this small deathtrap otherwise known as Forks High School, but just as freedom was within my grip the high-pitched voice of none other but my Chemistry teacher cut through the air.
"Arianna," she croaked, "I need to talk to you for a moment"
"Yes ma'am?" trying my best to sound polite while attempting to keep all sarcasm and agitation out of my voice.
"Well, you seem like an exceedingly bright girl, and I know you have just moved and this is a major adjustment, but by golly child, you have been doing nothing but daydreaming and scribbling things on that notebook of yours. When you get back from break I expect you to be fully settled and readily equipped to learn. You are dismissed."
If only people would understand how big of an adjustment it truly was, they might be a bit nicer, but I have never expected others to understand, and never will. People don't take well to abuse and I don't really know how other would react if I were to explain the true reason I moved to this hellhole of a town was to escape the grasp of the latest addition to my list of abusive boyfriends. I don't even understand why I always seemed to attract the bad ones, I wasn't seductive, I didn't even consider myself pretty, yet someone boys had always seemed to fool me. They put on a show, sweet-talking me and explaining how they were not like the others, no they were different and they truly loved me. Well I would be stupid and fall for them and when they were done with me or when I didn't give them what they wanted they got violent, and things would always take a turn for the worse. Well the last one was the absolute worse, and I decided to just take a run for it and now, well here I am in the Forks living with my dad who has no clue of any of this. I am currently putting all that behind me now and am starting with a clean slate in a new high school, surrounded by new people yet it seems as if one already hates me and for some unknown reason being that I have not even talked to him yet.
As I finally managed to leave the classroom, I examined my notebook and sighed as I read the name, Edward... I don't even understand why I was writing this so much being that I didn't even talk to him and his eyes, wow they were filled with so much hate and darkness that it made me shudder. I decided to let it pass as my boredom taking over yearning for something to scrawl, and since he was the person who sat in front of me it made perfect sense that it would be his name... or did it? I really do wish I knew what was wrong with me though and why he looked as me with such burning dislike. Then a violent shudder went down my spine and I made a mental note never to make him mad, I mean he was insanely gorgeous and his looks were absolutely perfect but he looked so strong, and his eyes alone seemed as if they could kill, if all my innocent and kind looking boyfriends were able to do what they did to me, I didn't even want to think about what Edward was capable of.
a/n : well how was this part? it was just a start and not very long but please review because your critique could make all the difference (: