Disclaimer: Edward and all his vampire-ness belongs to Stephenie Meyers. (sadly, sadly…)
I am bored. So very, very bored.
The classroom is too hot- the fans aren't making a difference. In fact, it would probably be better to just accept that they're inadequate and turn them off. At least then they wouldn't blow papers around, or make that irritating whirring noise. Everyone could hear what the teacher is saying.
Not that anyone cares. Including me, at the moment.
Mrs. Knit has been droning on and on and on. School is so, so close to be over for the day. Just six more minutes. Why doesn't she stop? No one cares, I mentally scream at her. I squint my eyes and will the thought into her head. It obviously doesn't work, as she's still talking. About what, I have no idea.
Five more minutes.
I continue working my pencil into the corner of my desk. I trace the letter 'I' over and over and over again. I believe this is the third desk that now has 'Twilight' ingrained into the plasticky wood. Four others contain "Edward Cullen."
It's kind of sad that no one knows what the words mean yet. They will someday, though- I'm sure. 'Twilight' is destined to be a New York Times bestseller!
I remember again how glad I am that my dad works for Little, Brown and Company. He lets me read all the manuscripts he's looking at, and we bet on whether or not they'll be published. Twilight, of course, we agreed on. He thinks it's extremely well written, although not to the extent that I do.
Few people adore it as I do. But I'm convinced that's merely because not many people have read it.
I continue drawing, and daydreaming now- of Edward, vampires, Forks, werewolves. But mostly Edward.
Four minutes.
I finish the last T, and begin a border around the edge of the word. Bits of dust and broken graphite blur the edges of the letters. I brush them away with my hand, smudging the word even more. And now my hand is a shiny gray. Oh well. When I am not covered in lead and ink?
The word 'Washington' slips into my consciousness. Edward lives in Washington, I muse. (It's the first thought that comes to mind.) Because it's dark, and gloomy and rainy there. Because Bella lives there, too. These merely exist somewhere in my mind, but I ignore them, and figure out why I'm thinking of Washington.
Ah. Mrs. Knit has switched topics. She's saying something about Washington… A new student from Washington.
Do I know anyone in Washington? The Cullens.
Do I care about the new student? That's apparently coming tomorrow? Not really.
I begin to tune out again and go back to hand-sharpening my very dull pencil. Just three more minutes until the bell rings…
"Edward Cullen."
Excuse me?!
I swear someone just said that name. I look up, eyes wide.
Mrs. Knit is setting a paper on her desk. "Yes. So, Edward will be arriving tomorrow, and I expect you all to be kind and courteous, as always. Just think how hard it would be…"
Oh. My god. The new kid's name is Edward Cullen? This is…. Unbelievable.
I raise my hand, without really think about what I'm doing.
"Yes, Annelise?" Mrs. Knit calls on me, surreptitiously glancing at the clock.
"Oh! Um. What did you say the new students name was?"
She looks at me strangely. "Edward. Edward Cullen."
"And he's from…. Washington?"
"Yes, Annelise. Do you know him?" she's half-glaring at me now.
"I… um. No. Just wondering," I reply. I shrink into my seat.
A moment later, half the class is out the door and the other half is on their way. The bell must have rung, but I think I was still in shock or something, because I didn't notice it. I'm still in shock. And I think I have a right to be a little disoriented. I mean, really.
The new kid's name is Edward. Cullen.
Okay, so this is the very beginning of the story. I won't continue until I get some reviews! I want to know if people think this is a worthwhile idea…