Just a new day at a new school…
Hey you guys, so you know...just a few facts before you read this.
1. Bella is currently in London.
2. She has a new look.
3. She doesn't know the Cullens...yet.
4. Britain is aware of vampirism.
I hope you guys like it, and I haven't forgotten about any of my other stories...so you know, email me if you guys are having any problems with your alerts...please. Thanks.
Just a new day at a new school…that's all it is. Just a new day. There wasn't anything special about it. I have a pretty cool new foster home. I just have 2 more years then I'm on my own.
That's it. I've survived this long. 2 more years is nothing compared to what I've been through.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I know I can. Oh God, that's not working anymore. If anything, it's just making me crazy!
Oh man, I'm almost late to my first day. Stupid truck. No, I love this truck. It's the last thing that I have of my parents. Charlie had used it when he didn't use his cruiser.
It's not the truck's fault that I am incapable of calming myself for something as stupid and insignificant as the first day of school.
I mean come on, who still gets nervous over that? I'm acting like an immature school girl.
I got a new schedule and went to my first class. Right when I walked in to the class, the teacher turned to me and asked for my name and schedule.
I gave him both, and he sat me in the back of the class without introduction. That I was grateful for. I hate introductions. I'm not a very interesting person so there isn't much to tell.
This first class was English, my favorite out of every subject. I'd already read the story that we were translating so it wasn't a challenge at all.
The only challenge I had was avoiding the stares of other kids turning in their seats to look at me.
I know exactly what they are staring at. It's not me, it's Jessica Taylor they are all looking at. The new girl with beautiful hair that fell neatly along her cheek bones and had the most beautiful violet eyes.
Not Bella Swan the girl underneath who was wearing the amazing contacts-they didn't know that-and had a new hair cut.
The girl that was part of the witness protection program. The one that at this moment had about 7 profiles waiting for her to become a different person in no time just so that way she could live in "peace".
So she could continue the rest of her life as a "normal" teenager. Not to mention the fact that I can't lie to save my life.
There was nothing in the world that could let me be normal teenager. I had never been normal in all of my life.
Instead I'd always lived with the fact that my parents' death was my fault.
And now I had to deal with a raving lunatic...get this...vampire was hunting me down because he couldn't deal with my blood.
It called to him as they said.
Who "they" were, I don't have a clue. All of a sudden when I was in Britain for a class project he appeared out of nowhere!
Like he had been there the whole time but he hadn't because no one else had seen him.
Now saying that I was little worried would be the biggest under statement in the history of under statements. What I was really worried about was the fact that 3 other tourists died in my presence at the time because of this guy and the fact he was a blood sucking immortal.
The fact that I had to remember a profile and memorize it and act the part. If I made one tiny mistake on something as simple as when I lost a certain tooth, then I was as good as dead.
If I couldn't remember the names of my "friends". Basically anything that ever was, I had to give up and forget it.
Or place it in a file in the back of my mind so that way I don't forget who I really was.
But anything from the way I dress, to the music I listen to, to my slang and phrases, I had to change in front of every one else at least.
Yummy. Just my kind of day.
Now British intelligence was doing something to help me or something like that. What exactly they are doing is a mystery to me, but that's was they say.
I've learned very, very quickly that you DO NOT under any circumstances challenge, demand, or disobey these people.
They had very big people in very high places that could take you out in a second, and make it look as though you have never existed.
Nice right? That amount of power with some people was a little dangerous.
But I never spoke out, and I never questioned them.
If they could promise me my safety and not at the expense of others, then I was going to darn well let them do what they wanted to do and not ask questions.
Also, the fact that if you know less the better off you are. Yeah, this is definitely one of those cases. Now I know things are a little sketchy still, but hey bear with me.
I know how you feel, you know? I've totally been feeling the same way. Always outside of the circle of knowledge. I know people say that knowledge is power, but there is some power that is not worth having the knowledge for.
This is me...
Hope you enjoyed it, and I will be updating soon hopefully.
