The first time I saw him was the first time Charlie dropped me off at St. Trinians, my new boarding school. He was sitting on the stone barrier around the entrance way tuning his guitar. His bronze unruly hair lightly brushed his eyes and his pale skin almost blended with the white stone around him.
I couldn't help but stare at something as beautiful as him while Charlie made this way to the trunk of the cruiser to grab my bag out of it. When he slammed the trunk closed half a dozen heads turned to my direction, including the boy with the guitar. My face turned a slight scarlet color from all of those faces while I took my bag from Charlie.
"Okay Bella are you sure you want to do this?" He basically pleaded to me for the thousandth time that day alone.
I sighed.
"Yeah Dad, St. Trinians will be great for me. This place has more opportunities for me than Forks High School ever did."
"I know Bells. I'm just going to miss you."
"You're going to miss my cooking." I pointed out smugly.
"That's only part why. I'm going to miss your company as well."
I smiled and gave him one last hug. It is hard for Charlie to express himself. He kissed my forehead and made his way back to the cruiser. I waved timidly as he drove away leaving me in front of the giant stone building that is now my school.
Once I couldn't see him anymore I turned my head back to the area where I saw the boy. But all I saw was the stone wall where he once sat. Biting my lip I made my way into the giant stone building, at a very slow pace, I didn't want to start my first day with a major accident on my hands.
The interior of the inside shocked me when I stepped into the area. On my right was what looked like the entrance to the dinning hall where to my left looked like the main office area. The theme was sort of like a café, like where people could sit and talk while drinking coffee and work on other things. The walls were a tan color but you could hardly see it with all of the painting's on the walls. The floors had a surprisingly familiar dark glossy hardwood floor. Around the area they had light brown leather couches where students where talking. They had a little coffee kiosk in the corner with a long line and little black metal tables with metal chairs.
It was beautiful for a school, I even though that I was at this little place where me and my friends would go every Friday night. It seemed perfect but I don't know it just doesn't feel the way it should have. Shaking the thought out of my head I turned left to the main office window.
The secretary was talking on the talking on the phone about a guy named Paul when I appeared at the window but didn't seem to notice me. She finally looked at me when I dropped my bag on the floor with a loud thud to get her attention. Giving me a displeasing look she hung up the phone and gave me one of those fake smiles like tour guides or flight attendants gave to people.
"May I help you with something?" She asked in her nasally voice.
"Yeah, I'm Isabella Swan. I was told to check in here for my room assignment." I recited it perfectly like the way I practiced.
That little smile on her face turned into a disappointing frown.
"So you're the new girl we've been waiting for, the one with all the talent?" Her voice turned cold at this question while she printed something.
"Umm yes, that's me." I quickly answered while picking at my nail bed.
"You don't look like much of an artist to me."
"You don't look like much of a high school secretary." I snapped back at her. I hated when people would say things like that to me. She looked astonished at my response while she grabbed a few papers from the printer.
"Touché" She handed me the papers and used her fuzzy purple pen to point at each one while she explained, "The first sheet is your dorm assignment. Your roommate should know that you are coming today and have your key otherwise you've got the wrong room. The second sheet has your schedule. You have regular classes in the morning and your programs classes in the afternoon. The third is the map to the school. Breakfast is from 6-8, lunch is 12-2, and dinner is 5-8. If you don't have food program set up then talk to Miss Nash in the dining hall. Curfew is 10 on weekdays and is extended to 12 on weekends; don't get caught out of your dorm after that or you will be punished. Got that all?
I stared at the papers trying to commit all of the things she said to memory and after a few moments I nodded my head slightly looking back at the secretary. She gave me that fake smile again.
"Welcome to St. Trinians Miss Swan."
"Thanks." I sighed as I pulled my bag from off the floor with a huff and slowly made my way down to a hall that was suppose to lead to an exit near my dorm. While I walked it seemed like everyone was starting at me, I started to feel self conscious. After a few minuets of this my bag started to feel heavier. As I started up a flight of steps not knowing where I was heading the bag started to feel like it was full of 100 rocks. The bag decided to start to pull me down the stairs. I was about to scream when I felt someone catch me before I fell. Once the bag was safely on the ground and my body was balanced I turned to my personal hero.
"Thank you so much." I breathed.
The boy just gave me a little smirk. He was about 5 inches taller than me or so. His skin was pale like that boy with the guitar, but he had brownish blonde hair instead of bronze. His eyes were a deep brown color, no black.
"No problem, I just didn't want to see you break your neck." The response that he gave me was in a friendly tone.
"Yeah, well I guess I did pack a lot of things." I said slightly embarrassed.
"I'm Jasper Hale." He said reaching out his hand to me.
"Bella Swan." I took the hand and shook it but pulled away quickly because it felt like he had an iceberg under his hand.
"Sorry cold hands, been that way all my life. I should have warned you before you grabbed it."
"No it is fine. I was just surprised."
He smiled slightly as he looked at my bag and then quickly back at me.
"Wait a moment you're Isabella Swan?" He seemed surprised while I nodded to him.
"Guilty as charged." I sighed.
"Sorry again it's just that you don't look like an artist."
"You mean I don't have mulit-colored hair with body perceings and esteem issues like most articles said about me?"
"Yeah, sort of something like that."
"I get that a lot to tell you the truth."
He quickly dropped the subject and moved on thank God.
"So where are you heading?" He asked. I looked down at my dorm assignment.
"Umm, Henson Hall." He gave me a chuckle, "Oh don't tell me I missed it?"
"Yes, but I'll show you where it is myself." He leaned down and grabbed my duffel before I could protest.
"You don't have to carry my bag." I said not wanting to be rude but I was actually pretty glad he did.
"Its no problem, were only about a 2 minuet walk away from it." He made his way back down the stairs carrying my duffel as I followed behind.
As we made our way across the campus I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. It looked more like a college than a high school. Jasper would look and me a chuckle whenever I found something else to gape at. When we walked pass this gray marble fountain in front of my dorm I couldn't help but stare at it. The way that the light hit the clear blue water, it was too spectacular for words to come out of my mouth. The statue in the middle was of a lady, she looked deep in thought even though she had water shooting out of her head.
Jasper turned to look at it with me when he noticed that I stopped moving. He sighed and dropped my bag to the floor. But even the harsh sound of the bag hitting the ground couldn't get me out of this trace the women put me in.
After a moment Jasper finally gave in and talked.
"Pretty isn't it?" He sighed.
"No. It is beautiful. Now tell the fountain you are sorry." I demanded of him. Of course he couldn't help but laugh at this.
"Are you serious?" He managed to say throw his hysterics.
"Like a heart attack" I responded while I pushed him to the fountain. Once he realized I meant business he placed his hand on the marble around the water and sighed.
"My apologies fountain." He then looked at me and my approving smile.
Making his way back to my bag I looked around and saw the sign in front of a red and yellow stone building. It said 'Henson Hall' in giant green letters. I felt a hand on the small of my back as I was pushed into the direction of the building.
"Here we are, Henson Hall" Jasper handed me my bag and smiled slightly at the expression on my face, "Give me your phone."
Baffled as always I silently handed him my razor and watched him punch in some numbers. After he shut it and handed it back to me he gave me the Jasper Grin and walked away. But over his shoulder he yelled back to me, "I'll see you around Bella."
I smiled back at him slightly and shouted back, "Bye Jasper."
Once I saw him walk into another building I opened the door to my new dorm house. I looked like a smaller version of the main building but instead of the dinning hall on my right there was a lounge area. A bunch of people were surrounding a plasma television playing guitar hero. There was also a tiki bar and a few pinball machines. But the thing that caught my attention the most was the billiards table.
Sweet. Now I don't have to get a job to get some money.
To my left there was a little reception area where we could get our mail and stuff. The person behind the desk which I assumed was my dorm advisor stared at me. Sighing knowing what she was probably thinking I swallowed my pride and went over to her.
"Hello, I'm Isabella Swan. Would you mind telling me where I could find room…334?" I asked in my most polite voice I could get.
"So you're the girl that we have been waiting for. The artist who won about 50 different major art awards by age 14 or something?" She asked me very smugly.
"Okay I won 5 art awards and yes I won all five in the pass few years. Now can you tell me where I can find room 334?" I snapped at her.
She looked at me like I just insulted her mother, grandma, and her fashion sense in the same sentence. "Up three floors and to the left, you can't miss it."
I sighed out a thank you and walked over to the elevator pressing the button as hard as I could manage. I hated that Charlie was right about how everyone will think I'm this big shot artist. The truth is all of my artwork that got those awards were done in my high school art class room, most of the time I was there skipping out on Trig. When the elevator finally arrived 2 girls came out and stared at me when I made my way into the elevator and pressed the button with the 3 on it. I'm not quite sure but as the doors closed I thought I heard a giggle.
When the doors opened back up I made my way left like the woman told me. What did she mean about you can't miss it? I looked at the numbers run up as I walked down the hall.
326…328…330…332…334
I bet you my face looks like I just seen a ghost. This door wasn't like the others, dark wooden brown. This door was white with gold designs and it was two doors wide. I quickly check the number on my paper and the number on the door about 5 times before I believed that this was my room.
Taking a huge breath I lightly knock on the door. I think it was maybe 2 seconds before this girl answered. She had short black hair and she was pretty small for a junior in high school. She reminded me of a pixie for the most part.
"Are you Isabella?" She practically screamed at me with excitement.
"Bella actually. So i'm guessing you are my room mate?" I asked nervously.
"Yes!" She flew the door open and embraced me in a hug. Its amazing how someone that small could have that much strength. "I'm Alice Cullen."
Once she released me I couldn't help but smile back at her. I have a feeling I am going to like her. She's the first one here that hasn't looked at me like I had an extra head growing.
"Well come on in!" Alice grabbed my hand and pulled me inside of our dorm.
It was probably the biggest one on campus. It had two double beds with a white table in the middle of them. A, what I presume, walk in closet, a matching plasma like the one downstairs, and a private bathroom. The floors were white carpet and the walls had fancy yellow wallpaper. But my favorite part was the fact that we had a bay window behind our beds with a yellow cushion seat over looking the fountain.
"How did I end up scoring this room?" I ask amazed by the room in front of me as I placed my bag on the bed Alice pointed was mine.
"Well this room was made for me because my dad is the headmaster. But when he told me that you were coming I insisted that you and I were going to be roommates. I mean you're practically famous." She explained as she grabbed something off the white desk on her end I assumed.
I lay down on my new bed and I was immediately sent to heaven. I really think I'm going to like my roommate. Alice plopped herself next to me on my bed.
"Come on you can get acquainted with your bed later." She nudged me in the stomach. I sat up giggling for some reason. She started giggling with me but then we stopped after a minuet or so. She handed me a metal object as she quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket.
"There is your key Bella. I made it look b-e-a-utiful if I do say so myself." She bragged with a hint of playfulness in her voice. I smiled at her and looked at my key. She painted it purple and it had a white rhinestone B on it. She punched in something on my phone and then grabbed her own and tossed it to me.
"Put in your number. Cause I don't want to lose you and have no way of finding where you are." While I punched in each number carefully she took out her key to show me. "Look now our keys match." Her key was like mine except hers was pink and had a white rhinestone A on it. I handed her phone back to her.
"Wait how did you know to put a B on it?" I questioned.
"Oh that, well in all your interviews you were like and I quote 'It's BELLA!!' end quote." She snickered at me.
I smiled back at her. "I think I'm going to like you."
She smirked at me. "I think I'm going to like you too." Alice then flipped open her cell phone and pulled me in tighter so our faces like smashed together. Then she took a picture of us smiling like idiots at our new friendship.
A/N: So this is the first chapter. Hope you like it, I will try to update regularly but come on and give me a little break this is my first fan fiction. This chapter wasn't that exciting because I basically had to set down some ground. Later Gator.
- C y n t h i a
