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Trigonometry. Yay. I walked down the hall past dozens of other teens also on the trek to their next class. Most looking tired, some annoyed,some amused,but most tired. Who's idea was it to stick us in this building everyday, five days a week?
Placed in a classroom with people that we don't even like. Aah, room C thirteen. Here we are. I turn the corner and into the withered Algebra teacher's room. Mr. Alexander. An old hispanic teacher,that occasionaly spit when he talked, randomly added Spanish to his lecture, and blamed anyone under the age of thirty five for our countries problems. Perfect. But, I have to admit in my eight seven highschool years, Mr. Alexander is the only teacher that didn't hound me to speak out in class.
Im quiet. Based on his thoughts,he notices my beauty. As if! I don't see myself as beautiful. I'm a monster. And the ancient beliefs in his blood stirs and he senses that I'm something different. But who would question a straight A student? Exactly. His wrinkled smile is turned down into a frown. Of course it is.
I take a deep breath. Sweat, pencils, tons of different perfumes,and..hmm..What was that? I hadn't smelled something that delectable since my days as a didn't quite smell like blood. It was faint. Maybe someone's on hard drugs again. Sometimes it can alter blood..makes it smell amazing, but tastes horrible. Oh well.
I settle into my seat. I quickly scan the thoughts of my 'classmates'. Right, mhmmm. The day I actually considered them my classmates would be..Well never.
That new kid is hot! (insert my mental eye roll)
I hope I have a class with the new kid. Maybe I could teach him a few things... (gag me! *cue puking noise*)
I tuned out and tryed to block out the mental images. No, please just no. Humans were vile creatures.
I realize that I'm a monster,but really? 'Hooking up' with someone in the backseat of your car? I might be old fashioned,but the day I give it up to someone in the backseat of a car, will be my last day. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrongwith sex. I have enjoyed my share. But in a car? Um, no. Mr. Alexander casually walked to the front of the class. By now everyone had filed in, and the door was shut.
He began writing on the blackboard. 'Trigonometric Identities'
His script was crisp and perfect. I had to admit, his penmanship was as if he was a monk copying the bible somewhere in the Himalayas in his past life. That was one of things I liked about him. He spoke quickly, and wrote just as fast. I rolled my eyes and started taking notes.I didn't have to take them, but it was easier when the teacher didn't sense your disdain for school. And the people around you. My mind begins to wander..
Where am I gonna hunt this weekend? Maybe me and the girls will head back up to Canada. There were some pretty big makes fun of me. Just because I'm a girl, and I paint my forever one length nails, I make sure that my makeup is perfect before I go out in public,and I don't mind spending a chunk of money on clothes,that I can't fight with some Grizzlies. I can hold my own,contrary to popular vampire belief.
Then my mind hit the brick wall that it always collides with,when I allow myself to think freely. Jacob.
At one time he had been the center of my universe. My sun. The beating in my forever stilled heart. He wasn't like me, he was a shapeshifter. A werewolf. Whatever you want to call it. Personally I prefer shapshifter,the latter just sounds to much of a Hollywood term. He understood me. He was my first,EVERYTHING. In my human life, I had been sheltered. My parents didn't allow me to do anything. I tended to my chores, and took care of my younger siblings. When I was changed, I was seventeen,with two months until my eightteenth birthday. Jacob found me. I was his natural born enemy, but he overlooked that. He actually taught me how to hunt.
Well, he told me how to hunt.. He convinced me that even though my chest burned for human blood, that it was better to drink animal blood. As he showed me the ways of the supernatural life, we grew close. We were inseperable.
Jacob had a beating heart, stayed at a toasty One Oh Six. He was always changing..cells repairing themselves,hair growing longer, and sleeping at night. I had a non existent heart, and I was forever at a chilly seventy two degrees. My cells stayed in the same phase three hundred and sixty five days a year. My hair wasn't capable of being bleached in the sun, and when I layed down at night,the only thing that would ever claim me was thoughts that traveled everywhere.
Jacob and I were together for a little over ten years. And then we slowly approached the wall that I hit whenever I think of him.
He was a lone wolf,he had always heard tales of other possible wolves,but never believed that he would actually find them.
Well, he thought wrong. He came across a pack while hunting with me. He never actually killed, just prefered to go along with me.
The pack's hackles automatically went up, fore I was there natural enemy. Jacob's first instinct was to protect me. My smell was all over him, and they instantly hated him for it. There were seven against his one. I can still hear his cry when the fight ensued. I turned away and ran. I couldn't bear to see my love be torn apart in front of me. I ran until I felt tired. But,
of course, I couldn't sleep. I eventually just sat down against a tree. My clothes torn, my hair standing up all over my head, with leaves poking out haphazardly.
A tentative knock at the door brought me out of my daze. A fluttering heart beat outside the door. Probably just another scared freshman thinking that this is their class. That sweet scent hit my nose again. Hmmm...
I hope this is my class..Mississippi one..mississippi two...Maybe I should knock again..
The door was opened to reveal a tall bronze haired boy with glasses. The heavenly scent assaulted my nose with such severity I had to grasp the metal bar holding the desk up.
His eyes flickered to every person in the room. His hand trembled as he looked down at the schedule he was holding.
"Well, you must be Edward Cullen!", the wrinkly faced man up front remarked to the trembling boy.
So his name was Edward..with knowing his name,maybe I could casually lure hi- NO. I couldn't do that. I would upset every thing that Carlisle had going in this town.
I would just suffer through this block,and then go for a run. Maybe to Russia. Maybe to the South Pole. Somewhere I could just breathe and forget about this day.
Authors Note!
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