I breath heavily onto the rough canvas, my breath loud and clear coming out in small puffs of cold air. I stretch my arms out and throw of the duvet sunlight leaking through the blinds.
'At least there is some sun in forks' I whisper to myself.
The door shakes behind me and swings open to reveal a silhouette of my father on the wall, I can clearly see the crook in his nose and his strange hairline.
'Better get up son, first day at a new school' my dad, Charlie, smiles. Does he want to remind me any more? Last night he would not shut up about it and Charlie, from what I can remember hardly talks, it's like he wants to scar it into my brain.
'Five minutes' I moan tossing over onto my left side away from the door.
'Okay, okay' he agrees leaving me to peace. I close my eyes, dreading school, half way through term I will be all alone. I was not amazingly popular in Arizona, of course my good looks had every girl on there feet but they sat back down when they saw my personality. I don't see what's wrong with my choice of music, it may be old but people can't see me as who I am. Suddenly Charlie comes clomping back up the stairs.
'I think you should get up son' He says in a worried tone of voice. I take a deep breath out slowly.
'Okay' I sigh looking at my digital clock, 7:45. I peel away the sheets hiding under the duvet and stand up. I dress in some beige formal trousers and a white shirt. I place my necklace of my Mom around my neck, there is a black chain and a metal cross dangling. I tuck it into my shirt and pick up my D&G belt. I fasten it and walk downstairs.
'You look great son' Charlie says before even glimpsing at me.
'Thanks' I say picking up a piece of hot toast the butter still melting.
'Do you want anything else to eat?' Charlie asks
'Dad' I laugh 'I'm fine' I continue. I walk to the door mat where I find my green lacoste trainers and slip them on my feet.
I leave at ten to eight even making sure I have time to get parked. I open the door of my truck which Billy, Dads friend previously owned. Billy has a daughter Jess and she is really nice but she does not go to my school so I am on my own. I seat myself on the leather padding, the car is not perfect but it's grate for a house-warming gift. I start the engine and the old car succeeds on the second go. I ride slowly down following sign posts which don't seem to be true to there word. I follow the signs and suddenly end up at a dead end. I decide to ask someone, I drive down random roads for a little while until I see a young woman, perhaps nineteen.
'Do you know where forks high is?' I ask
'Yeah, just follow this road for about ten minutes then a right, then your next left then it should be pretty clear' she says in an English accent. I follow her advice and soon enough I am at the metal gates for the school. I drive up to the car park and find a space I climb out and a group of boys are standing opposite me by a black shiny BMW.
'Nice ride, is it new?' I ask trying to make a start at this school, like everyone is telling me back home.
'Yeah, for my birthday, yesterday. I was scared to take it on the road' A boy laughs from the back of the crowd. I laugh back trying to be friendly and walk up to them.
'You Swann right?' Another guy asks.
'Yeah Edward' I reply.
'Nice, I'm Eric' He says loudly.
'And I am Mike' The guy who owns the car says. I shake there hands tightly, maybe I have made friends. I tag around with them for a lot of the morning, they introduce me to Angela and Jessica.
It drags on to lunch and we all seat around one table, I pick at my pasta and we joke for a while then it happens.
Five silhouettes appear at the window outside. The door swings open and an icy breeze swarms through the door, in walks two of the five. There is a girl, amazingly beautiful with soft curly locks resting below her shoulders, she is wearing a long red top with a pattern printed on hanging over some black leggings with black little pumps, her eyes are covered in purple eye-shadow giving them a strange amber colouring I assume. On her left arm is a designer handbag resting gently and on her right she is clutching too a strong man with square shoulders. He has short hair but black as black as the midnight sky, he is really pale with bloodthirsty coloured lips. He is wearing a white vest top with a Nike tracksuit top over the top with the zip down. He has black trousers covering his trainers. They proudly walk up to a table together whilst the next two people walk in. It's like a show. The next girl has short brown hair wildly flicked at the ends, pointing up, she has red lipstick and some pink blusher over pale cheeks. She is wearing a fitted, baby blue shirt with white skinny jeans. She has soft pink pumps and a brown satchel for a bag. Her arm is clutching to a man, he has a strange face, slightly obscure some way but I can't put my tongue on it. His hair is wild and a dirty blonde colour. He is yet too pale. He is wearing brown trousers, almost identical to mine only they look more designer, the has a black top and some leather shoes. I watch them walk up the the table, the girl bouncing as she walks. Then a girl walks in on her own, beautiful brown hair, curled at the ends but it's long, she is wearing no make-up yet still looks like a goddess. She has a black, neck length jumper underneath and a sparkly top. She is wearing blue frayed jeans and purple shoes with a slight heel. She skips her way to the table leaving me mesmerized.
'Who are they?' I ask, leaving it an open question for anyone to answer
'The Cullens' Mike laughs.
'There all together, together' Jess continues.
'What about that one?' I say pointing to the last girl to walk in.
'Apparently no one is good enough for her' Eric sighs
'Don't tell it like that, tell him the full story' Angela says
'What full story?' I ask getting excited
'It is not long but they moved down here from Alaska like what? Three years ago, they are Mr Cullen, the towns doctor's foster kids, but there dead weird' Angela explains.
'Right' I sigh she says story that's hardly a story.
'That one is Rosalie' Jess says pointing to the girl with blonde hair. 'He's Emmett, and there together' She continues pointing to the guy she was clutching to before, they are making out now though so I can't get a full look. 'That's Alice and she's a freak' Mike continues pointing at the girl with flicked hair. 'And he's Jasper, the one who looks like he is having a hart attack' Mike jokes among us. I look at Jasper again but still can't see what is wrong with his face, I can't but my tongue on the exact word.
'And whose that?' I ask.
'Bella Cullen' Eric says, as he says the name I can see how much he craves her. I try to take my eyes away from her but I can't like they have been super glued to the exact spot. I watch her move her head back at forth as she laughs her hair slowly following.
The rest of the day slowly trails on until last lesson. Biology what fun. Jess, Angela, Eric or Mike are in my class for this lesson so I pull out my map and walk around looking like an idiot. Finally I find classroom 31 and knock on the door. An older looking man opens the door.
'Edward, right?' He asks curiously.
'Yeah, so is this my class?' I ask
'Yes, yes indeed come right in' He says stepping aside to let me pass. I glance around the class and see my seat, well the only spare one anyway. Next to Bella Cullen. 'Just take the spare seat by the window' He declares showing me with his hand some how thinking I'm blind. I fling my bag and Umbro jacket under the desk and seat next to her.
'Bella, Cullen right?' I ask trying to make a start with the beautiful Cullens. She gives me a strange expression then looks away. I keep trying several times to start a conversation but she is just avoiding it. Then a few seconds before the bell sounds she gets up and runs out.
I walk back to my car hoping to find Mike but I can't see anyone. I open the truck door and climb in. Before I leave I look in my back mirror I see the Cullens across the lot around there cars. Bella is standing next to an orange Lamborghini and Alice has the same only in a summer yellow. Rosalie has a BMW sport in a shiny black. Emmett has a big four by four I can't quite work out the make and Jasper has a Golf in a dark mysterious silver. I start the engine and drive home.
I open the door and find Charlie hunched over the sink cleaning some plates.
'Dad, I'll wash up' I offer before I have even stepped in the door. He laughs loudly.
'Edward you have just got home, I'm nearly done anyway' He says
'How was your first day?' He asks.
'Good' I say calmly
'Is that all? Good. What about friends, you do have friends dont you?' Charlie questions getting worried.
'Of course I've got friends. Mike, Eric, Jess, Angela and all them' I say quickly.
'Oh, Mike, Newton?' He asks
'Yeah I think' I say before walking into the lounge and slouching onto the sofa.
'I'll take you out for tea tonight, to the diner, Home coming thing' Charlie explains from the kitchen.
'Okay' I shout back. I quickly surf through a few channels but can't find anything worth watching. We leave and five. The car ride is slow and painful. Charlie takes me in his car and we don't speak a word, he offers me a mint but even that's done in silence. We arrive and are seated quickly.
'Edward, haven't seen you since you were nine' The waitress tells me. I nod politely and pick up a menu. The food is not that appetizing so I just chose some pancakes with syrup.
'Are you sure you don't want a proper meal?' Charlie asks as he orders his steak.
'Sure had a big lunch' I lie.
'Okay, one pancake desert and a steak and chips please' Charlie says.
'Be here in a tick' the woman smiles before darting off to other customers.
'Did you have a good day then?' I ask trying to start a conversation.
'Yeah, not much happening down the station though' Charlie replies. The food arrives and we tuck in, I pour more syrup from the metal jug before eating. It is surprisingly tasty and the flavour is lingering in my mouth for a while after.
'Thanks dad' I smile at him.
'It's okay, my treat' he says before pouring a bit more ketchup on his plate for his last mouthful. We arrive home and I say I have homework to do as an excuse to ring Mom. I pull out my silver phone from my school bag and ring my Mom.
'Hello' She says answering her phone
'Hi Mom' I say grinning at her voice.
'Hi, how was school son?' She asks her voice thrilled about the call.
'Good, good, got some friends, I think' I say biting my lip.
'Oh good, well what's not to like about you' She grins
'Mom' I say warning her not to be so sissy to me
'Okay' She laughs 'What about a girl?' She asks. I am tempted to say Bella Cullen but she might tell Charlie. 'Son?' She asks.
'Sorry was I taking a long time?' I ask
'So what about a girl?' she questions again.
'Mom I have been at the school one day not one year' I reply. 'Well I gotta go, see you, talk to you soon' I say. Before she can say bye I hang up. I sit on my bed breathing heavily for a while before coming downstairs.
'Charlie?' I ask
'Dad' He corrects me.
'Well Dad, you know that girl, Jess Black, do you have her number or address I feel like going to see her tomorrow.' I say
'Well, That's Billy's address, I lost the number though' he says scribbling on a piece of paper.
'Okay, well I might go see her tomorrow' I say smiling
'That is a good idea' He says grinning seeming really pleased by it.
I head up the my room at nine to do some homework. I pull out a book on Shakespeare. I open it to the first page and copy the translation down, I don't see why we are translating Shakespeare it's easy most of it you can understand anyway. I scribble stuff down on paper but when I look up It is just love harts with arrows through and music notes. I walk over to the piano and sit down on the stool and begin to play.
Kiss the rain by Yiruma. My favourite piece. I play for hours until I remember my homework. I quickly scribble it down in my English book, the hand writing is disgraceful but I dont care. I lie down on my bed then drift of to a safe place called dream land.