BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
"Damn that alarm clock, nasty whining noise maker" I groaned before I gave it the usual blow to silence it.
I sighed and looked at the time "Well, fabulous.. Already running late on my first day. Way to make a
good impression, Mi'kha!"
I got up and walked to my closet, after taking a quick glance I decided to wear my comfy black v-neck sweater, and my
blue denim skinny jeans.
It wouldn't matter'what kind of socks I threw on, I'd be wearing my Army boots anyway.
After rushing to get all the knots out of my hair I ran down the stairs, grabbing my book bag and leather coat on my way
out.
"Wait.. think... do I have everything? Books, coat, keys, cellphone, MP3 player.." I said to myself before I
slammed the door behind me "..pants... sane mind.." I laughed at myself.
"Nah, let's leave that one behind. Not the pants, just the sanity!".
I giggled quietly to myself while opening the door to my old, but sterdy '55 Chevy.
It had once been cherry red, but now all that remained was a fainted shade of crimson.
This was the kind of car nobody wanted, one that normally ended up in the scap yard in this condition.
But I ab-so-lutely loved it.
It was mine, and also like me in a way.
It's old, but can be quite stylish with a little TLC.
I giggled to myself again "I feel a weird day coming, now how about some music maestro"
My engine roared to life and I turned on my MP3 player.
Talking to myself had become sort of a habbit in the years, I was used to being alone.
It wasn't long until I found the school grounds, but it wasn't anything I was used to.
And I saw a lot of Highschools in my time on earth, I stopped aging at the physical age of sixteen.
So it was a nessesity to keep up my act of BEING sixteen.
But this was more like a pile of old buildings, than an educational factory.
"O well, you're never to old to learn. Or to wise for something new" I sighed, while parking my truck in a parking space
that looked wide enough.
I silenced my truck and stared at my hands "Don't be nervous girl, you've done this about a hundred times.. Get going".
Then I let out a big sigh of encouragement, straightened up and got out.
Now I just had to find the front office.
But then again, in a town like this, it would probably be the first building I see.
And soon after my first steps on the path that lead towards the small building marked with a clear 1, I saw the
plain metal counter scattered with bright colored forms.
"Ah.. office.." I noted to myself.
I probably wouldn't have been visual for a normal human at this distance, but I was fine.
My eyes were perfectly capable of reading the student body signs from 50 yards away, one of the perks of being an
almost-human.
ON the way to the door I decided to listen to the secretary's thoughts, but just to mark the first opinion on my appearance.
That was also one of my advantages, I developed many magical talents along the years.
And luckily I was -as promissed- well tought by Elvira, my mentor and only family for more than a century.
It wasn't long after she took me in that I found oud what she was, A high Priestes of Avalon, Alchemist and a decendant of
merlin the wise.
But, I also found out what I was and were I came from.
I had to keep reminding myself, that this fact was the reason I moved to forks.
"Goodmorning dear, you must be Mi'kha" the lady behind the counter said warmly.
She had unnatural red hair and old fashioned purple glasses.
I smiled at her "Yes ma'am, I am Mi'kha, Mi'kha Oldone".
*POOR THING, LIVING ALL ALONE IN THIS NEW TOWN. I WONDER WHY HER PARENTS DIDN'T COME WITH HER. IT'S VERY INAPROPRIATE.*
she thought.
She gave me my new schedule, teacher slips and a map without relaxing her smile "There you go dear, if you have any
questions, let me know. I'll be here untill 4 o'clock every day".
I shook her hand and thanked her while dumping the papers in my bag.
Just before I was out the door I heard her say to herself *WHY ANYONE WOULD LEAVE SUCH A LOVELY GIRL BEATS ME, PEOPLE LIKE
THAT SHOULD BE NUTERED.
I chuckeled as I closed the door behind me, her opinion might come in handy some day.
I looked at my new schedule "Algebra in builing 5, right..." I made a right turn and folowed a hurde of students along
the narrow path.
A slight drizzle started to fall from the sky, right, that's why I didn't like the 'North' side of North America.
Anything wet made me want to run in horror, and I felt my confidence drop to zero within seconds.
The girl walking next to me, dressed in a parka she could easily live in, stared at me without shame.
It made me feel selfconsious, so I said "Hi, am I going the right way for builing five? I have Algebra".
Her face lit up and she flashed me a whide grin "Yeah, this way. I'll show you, Mr. Norris hates it if we're late.
He's always so grumpy. I'm Jessica by the way. And you're Mika, right? Mika Oldone" she rattled.
I groaned internally, why couldn't I shut up.
"Mi'kha actually, so this Mr. Norris is bad?" I smiled weakly at her to keep the conversation going, no need to repulse my
classmates already.
I figured she didn't need much encouragemnet to keep talking, and luckily, I was right.
She rattled on like whe knew eachother for ages "Well.. I suppose he's not that bad as coach Clap, but don't get on his
bad side though. He'll test you during class for like, weeks. But I'll bet you had crappy teachers on your last school too?
Right?" She hinted.
I thought about that for a moment, and I realised that none of my previous teachers really made a big enough impression for
me to dislike them.
"No, not that bad really.." I muttered.
Jessica looked at me with weary eyes "Really? hmm.. Well maybe it's because of the Arizona sun. I've read the sun gives
your body like, vitamine D and stuf. And happy hormones. Well, here we are.. I'll talk to you later Mi'kha, come sit with
us at lunch ok?"
I smiled at her and nodded quickly, I hope Mr. Norris wouldn't make me introduce myself in front of the class.
Immediately, memories of stuttering conversations and a crimson red face entered my mind.
The balding, fat man in front of the class looked at me with beady eyes and just pointed in the direction of the only empty
seat in the classroom, without speaking.
So I took my seat next to a quiet girl with a caramel colored skin.
She looked nice, but somehow a bit intimidated.. did I frighten her?
It didn't happen often, but every once in a while, a human would listen to their self-preservating sences.
In that case, they would see a glimpse of the killer instincts in me.
Her eyes watched me carefully from under her white, oval shaped glasses "Hi Mi'kha, I'm Angela. Welcome to Forks".
I smiled at her, just a little, not to frighten her any further.
As a semi-vampire I had razor sharp theeth, and in times of rage or stress, even fangs.
I pushed the thoughts of my teeth away within a second "Hi Angela, thank you. I hope you don't mind me sitting here. It's
the only free seat".
She shook her head at me with a smile and I could feel her slender body relax at my side.
At lunch I walked into the caferetia, swarming with hyperactive teenagers.
Hormones fluttering, bacteria's brewing... Ugh, Mi'kha! get a grip, you sound like a grand mother.
I giggled softly and went to stand in line for food.
Anyone could see Jessica Stanley scanning the room intensely or my presence.
When she saw me she waved heavily and called "Mi'kha, over here!"
I waved back in responce and paid for my food.
She pointed to the chair next to her "Everyone, this is Mi'kha. She's from Arizona" then she turned to me "Mikha, this is
us. Angela, Lauren, Ben, Tyler, Erick and Mike"
They all waved as Jessica said their names quickly and started babbeling to the girl named Lauren about all sorts of girly
stuff.
I'd never been a girly girl, but one that owned a motor cycle -since they were acceptable for females- army boots, leather,
tatoos and tree climbing.
So I quickly gave up on that conversation.
I had a quick conversation with the boy named Mike, about missing the Arizona sun, my motor cycle and how I was liking
Forks.
He was a nice boy and obviously popular, judged by the fluttering hearttbeats of the glaring females around me.
I ate my apple in silence and scaning the room with my eyes.
That's when my mind was drawn towards the left of the cafeteria, and I saw THEM.
They looked like they were cut straight out of a fashion magazine, perfect pale skin, topaz eyes and all clothed in what
seemed to be designer clothing.
They stood out in the croud as diamonds with brick, they sat very still like statues carved out of marble.
"Hey Jessica, who are they?"I said, pointing at them behind my hand.
She didn't have to look to know who I meant "They are the Cullens, they kinda keep to themselves. Rosalie and Jasper Hale,
and Emmet, Alice and Edward Cullen. They're Dr. and Mrs. Cullens' foster kids. But it's really weird, they're all together,
like couples. Rosalie -the blond- and Emmet and the dark haired Alice and Jasper."
I thought about that for a second "And who is the other one, at the right?" I hadn't realised I was still staring, when
the boy with the reddish-brown hair suddenly looked up and met my gaze.
I stared away for a second and looked back when Jessica answered "That's Edward Cullen, he's absolutely goreous off course!
But, he doesn't date. Like, at all. Apparently none of the girls are good enough for him".
From the corner of my eye, it looked like the boy was chuckeling to himself.
He couldn't have heard her, could he?
"Hello, daydreamer! Seriously, don't waste your time" Jessics shook me out of my jumping thoughts "Don't worry jessica, I
wasn't planning on it.
That seem to put her at ease, and then the bell rang, anounching class to start.
