I Do not own any of Stephanie Meyers amazing ideas. I do own ,however, anthony and Laila
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Laila's POV
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I sat on the couch as my dad droned on about how everything was going to change for me. And that it was going to be alot for me to take in. I had not really been listening to him. Because actually, I didnt care. I knew exactly what was going to happen and why. I didnt really like being lectured about who I am either. I just wanted to go to school and get away from him for a little while. He was really starting to bug me. He had been litteraly breathing down my back when I turned sixteen. He was convinced that I was going to be part of the pack soon. I didnt know what the fuss was all about. I knew how to handle it. I knew everything. So why was he being so stingy. I didnt know. I just wanted to walk out the door.
Unfortunatly, We did not live on the Reservation exactly. We lived in Forks now. So, I would have to go to the Forks High School. Which didnt bother me much. Except for saying good bye to my best friends. It partly upset me that I was leaving my childhood, no, my toddler, practcally sence diaper days, friends behind me.
I spent my first year in High school at the high shcool on the Reservation. Now I will be a Sophmore at the Forks High School. And even though I was nervouse about it. I wanted to get away from my dad as soon as possible.
"Laila!! Have you been listening to anything I have been saying. Anything at all." My dad questioned me.
"Well," I started "The answer you would probably want to hear would be yes, so, yea."
And with that i walked out the door.
My father and I have never been close. I dont know what it was. I just didnt agree on anything he believed in. I never understood why. I would just always argue on all of the issues he talks about. And even though my mother died when I was born, and I am the only child, I absolutly am not a Daddy's girl, I am more like an Uncle's girl. I am closer to my uncle Embry then I am to anyone else. I dont know why. I have always found it easy to talk to him about things. And of course my Aunt Emily. I ran full speed to her house when i was about 12 and a half. I started puberty, and had no idea what was going on. She pulled me off to the bathroom with my uncle Sam laughing and my fathers face. I laughed to myself as I drove off to school. I already missed my friends, which were all of my uncle Embry and Uncle Sam's kids. I was yonger then the eldest son of Sam's but older then the eldest son of Embry. So I was stuck in the middle. YEAY!!
I finally stopped my rambling thoughts as I pulled up in a parking space at the school.
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Anthony's POV
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I fell to the floor laughing at my uncle's face as I beat his high score on a game on the x-box 360. He turned to look at me.
"but...but...but that was the highest of the highest of the highest scores...you cant just beat it out of the blue." He looked hurt, which made me laugh harder, one solitary tear even rolled down my cheek. "All of a sudden you have an urg to play my game and you beat me...what the hell"
I started to laugh even harder as i felt my mother hand on my shoulder.
"What in the world has gotten you laughing so hard." If she had any idea. I could only laugh harder and point to Emmet and fall over again.
"HE BEAT MY SCORE BELLA!! AND HE ONLY PLAYED ONCE!! ONCE!! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE PLAYED IT!! AND HE BEAT MY ALL TIME HIGH SCORE!!! WERE IS THE JUSTICE!!!"
I decided ot stop laughing sence I had to go to school. I was not looking forword to it. But I guess I had nothing to worry about. We had one of Grandpa's friends come and erase all of the humans of their memory of us, well my family. I had nothing to worry about. They had no idea who I was. I was going to school as being my mom's brother, oh joy. I decided to get off of the couch to head for the door. My mother turned to me.
"Are you going to wait for the rest of us." She looked at me pleadingly.
"No. I'll see you later." And I thankfully got out before my father could argue with me, for he was comming down the stairs at that instant.
I hopped into my mustang GT and started the ingine. I loved my car. It was a convertable, and unlike the rest of my family, i got to put the hood down on a sunny day. I pulled out of the garage and out onto the street. I headed off to forks High school. I was secretly hopeing that I did not have a class with alot of my Family. That was all I needed. My mom breathing down my back for not paying attention. It's not like I needed to. I already knew most of the things that they are going to teach me this year. Last year my parents home schooled me. And I got to about the Senior Level in my Freshman year. I am Increadably Intellegent for my age. But that was unavoidable. It was in my blood.
I pulled up next to a Monti Carlo. It wasnt new but it wasnt old. I didnt know exaclty what year. Maybe in the late 1980's or early 1990's. Whoever drove the car had a fairly good senct to them. Not in the blood way like the rest of my Family would look at it like. See, I didnt need blood. To me, blood is a kind of rare chocolate that I will never get. I dont need it or greatly desire it. It just tasts good. But the sent coming off of the car was very appealing. I wondered if I could find it again in the school. I would like to meet her.
Wait, did I just I'd like to meet her. I knew the sent came from a women, But why did my thought have such an urgancy to them. i dismissed it as part of the other strange behaviors that I have been having lately. I got out of my car and began to walk to the door when I picked up that sent again.