BAM!
I almost dove face first into a locker. The kid who owned it gave me a dirty look and I quickly scampered off, trying to find my homeroom. I hope this is the right one, I thought as I entered quietly and sat down, trying to be inconspicuous to the twenty or so kids that were stuffed into the warm room like cookies in a jar.
I quietly took out my phone. No new texts from Jake, my boyfriend. He had decided to continue schooling at La Push, the reservation. I was okay with it, because we did need some time apart, but right now, I felt so alone. All my friends from middle school had ditched me, I was the weird girl. Maybe it was my own fault. I had drifted, I mainly spent all my time with Jake. Fixing bikes, riding them,watching the frothy waves at La Push, or running through the puddles of the always rainy town of Forks, Washington.
I was about to text Jacob when the teacher walked in, Mrs. Sears. She was a thin woman who looked fairly young, with dirty blonde wavy hair. She wore a bright printed tunic, black tights, and black flats. The class continued chattering, and Mrs. Sears didn't do anything to stop them. She sipped her coffee for a few minutes, and eventually almost everyone quieted down. "We're only in homeroom for a few minutes, so let's make this quick, I'm Mrs. Sears, and let's take attendance."
A plus side of having my name be almost at the top of role call was that I got it over with. "Renesmee…Cullen." Mrs. Sears completely butchered my name, but I was used to it. I didn't even bother correcting her, because we would only be in homeroom a couple times a year. I could feel everyone staring at me, and my cheeks grew hot. "Here." I said.
Mrs. Sears glanced up at me from the chalkboard and then continued calling names. None of my old friends were in here, thankfully, but I was sure I'd have a class or two with some of them. Right now, I wished Jake was sitting next to me, holding my hand. That's all I wanted, and all I needed, at that moment. This was going to be a very long day.