*Jemima *
If you're reading this in hope of a fairy tale, then stop. Just stop. Now. Okay, I know you won't stop, look at the title. Sound familiar? Anyway, like I said, this is not a happy tale. It's filled with monsters, heartbreak, longing and desire. Interested? I know you are. Yeah, so now with the formalities, my name's Jemima Cooper, and I'm seventeen years old. I moved here to Forks after my mum left my dad. I was born in Cheshire, England, U.K, Earth, whatever. Like it really matters. I don't like to talk about my past, to anyone. Even my mum. We moved to Forks because, in our opinion, it's like England. You know, raining, constantly. About three days of sun a year. Very familiar. ANYWAY, before you get too bored, I'll get on with it. This, my friends, is my story.
"Jemima, get your bum down here!" Oh joy, first day of school. "I'm coming!" I pulled myself out of bed, and over to the mirror. Wincing, I moved away and opened my wardrobe. I glanced at my clothes, not sure what to wear.
Finally, I decided on a short sleeved floral shirt and a pair boyfriend jeans. "Hmm, boyfriend," I mused, pulling them on and adjusting my shirt. The sad truth was that I'd never had a boyfriend. Never been asked out, never asked anybody out. I knew I had more important things to worry about, but it still bothered me. Most of my old 'friends' had had plenty of boyfriends. I groaned at my reflection as I walked past. I'd tried to make an effort last night to look good, fishing out mum's hair straighteners and straightening my hair. I didn't like how my hair looked straight. I was used to curls and waves, but now it looked kind of lifeless. Yes, it was soft, yes it was shiny, but it lacked any bounce that it usually had. Grumbling to myself, I made up my face, and headed downstairs.
Forks High School wasn't far from where I lived, so I decided to walk. It was refreshing, walking between the trees. The cool mist soothed my tired eyes, and woke them up a little more. It was pretty quiet here, with the odd car passing by. I'll always remember the moment when that car came up behind me. The sleek, black, expensive model - of which I had absolutely no idea of the name - glided past, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. Well, more his eyes, than him. Golden eyes fixed on me.
Something I was going to get used to.
The car passed too quickly for me to really see him, and I couldn't help thinking that it sped up because of me. It had seemed to pass by painfully slow.
After around five more minutes of walking, I reached the school. It was, well, small. Really small actually. I thought I saw the black car in the car park, but before I could take a good look, somebody blocked my view.
"Hey there! Your the new kid right? Jemima Cooper. My name's Mike Newton."
"Oh, um, hi."
The blonde boy grinned like a little kid on Christmas. How could someone be so happy in the morning?
"I've got your timetable here. I'll show you around if you like?" I really didn't want to spend another minute with this cheerful boy, but I had no idea where to go, "Sure, thanks."
He beamed at me, and I smiled back as best as I could. Mike led me into the school building, and along the corridors, droning on about something completely boring and probably very important.
I was too busy making sure that I memorized everything; I didn't want to risk another tour with blondie. "Okay, you have Chemistry now with Mr Peters. I'll pick you up afterwards. Bye!"
I just nodded; too busy readying myself for the awkward introductions that were sure to come.
As the teacher, Mr Peters, greeted me solemnly, I couldn't help thinking of the Donnie Darko song, Mad World.
"Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson? Look right through me, look right through me..." I sung under my breath. Sighing, Mr Peters turned to the settling class, "Class, this is Jemima Cooper. She's a new student here all the way from England." I heard a combined intake of breath, and few "Whoa!"'s.
Wow, I guess they weren't used to strangers.
I nodded at the class uncomfortably. Mr Peters patted my shoulder, and pointed to a desk at the back of the class, "You can sit at the back, next to Charlotte Scorsese." I moved quickly to the between the desks, meeting no ones eye, only smiling awkwardly at the girl named Charlotte.
The class started quickly, with Mr Peters writing something on the board. I chewed my pen, not really paying attention. I know, first day of school, not really very encouraging for my academic life.
It was only when I felt eyes on me that I finally paid attention to my surroundings. I glanced around, until I met the starer's eyes.
His golden eyes.
A boy...no, 'boy' isn't a word I'd use for him. An angel sitting in a couple of metres away from me was staring at me from over his shoulder. I had no doubt that this was the golden eyed person I'd seen this morning. I gulped uncomfortably, and looked down at a very interesting line in my notebook. His eyes seemed to burn into me, and made my skin crawl. Carefully, I glanced up at him, taking in his looks; he reminded me of a lion.
Slender, graceful, but lean and muscular. I couldn't judge his height whilst he was sitting, but I guessed he was taller than me. I was tall, always had been. Sometimes I think that's why I have trouble finding a boyfriend. I'm just too damn tall.
Apart from his eyes, the most noticeable thing about him was his hair. Wow. It was kind of messy, and curly, and a gorgeous honey-blonde. His face was like that of a statue; defined cheekbones, straight nose...Need I continue? He was beautiful. And he was looking at me. I felt my face turn hot and I looked back down at my notebook. Thankfully, the school bell sounded, and we were free to go. I shoved my stuff hastily into my bag, and practically ran out of the classroom. I'd completely forgotten about Mike, that is until he caught up with me. "Hey! Um, you have History next with Mr Garner. His room is in the other direction." I closed my eyes in annoyance, and span around.
And ran into a brick wall.
Nice, Jemima.
Wait, there wasn't a wall there a minute ago...
I looked up, and straight into those golden eyes.