Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that overbearing right belongs to Stephanie Meyer (the genius who brought us all Edward Cullen) I'm just continuing her story with my interpretation of Paula and his imprint :)Chapter One: A Typical Day
Waking up in the morning is something that most teenager hate doing and I am no exception to that fact. I drag my sorry self out of bed and start to get ready for the grueling day of school I'm sure I'm about to go through. It's never any different, and today will be no exception. But I'm in a surprisingly good mood today. Can't explain it, I just am!
After I shower I head over to my poorly stocked closet of mundane clothing and choose some comfortable, yet mildly stylish clothes. Dark wash jeans with a baby blue t-shirt and a darker blue hoodie to match it. This is probably one of my favorite outfits and I feel pretty confident when wearing it. I throw on my dark blue converse to complete the outfit.
Looking out the window it's the usual forecast of torrential downpour and I thank my lucky stars that my step mom finally got me the umbrella I've been begging for. I grab my books, my rain coat, and my new umbrella and wait in the foyer for Jen to show.
Jen's been driving me to school ever since she got her license. She's has this theory that no senior should have to take the bus if there were any other form of transportation available. When in all honesty I think she just likes showing off that she has her license and I do not. I don't really mind though. I'm terrified to actually drive so I'm avoiding it at all costs.
Finally she pulls up, I run out, hop in and we're off to school.
"Hey girly girl!" Jen greats when I'm inside.
"Good morning"
"Cute outfit, I haven't seen you wear that one in a while" she says.
"Thanks, I don't know. I feel good about today." I reply with a shrug.
"Well with the weather the way it is I don't see how. I know we live in the rainiest part of the US but this is ridiculous." she says as she flicks the windshield wipers on full blast. It doesn't really help much and we giggle at the effort.
It takes us a little longer then usual but we make it to school without any mishaps. Now I have to tell you that the parking situation at La Push high is absolute craziness. If you don't get there on time you'll no doubt have to park in Guam and suffer with the gusting winds and rain all the way into the building. We usually get there early enough to not have to deal with Guam, but we park semi far away anyways. Reason being that the last time we tried to park in a "good spot" Jen's car was covered with all sorts of trash. The popular kids feel that because of there static in the school that those spots are rightfully theirs. "The pack" is among the highest rank of popularity in our school so there big ass trucks take over those spots. It ticks me off to no end but Jen doesn't want any permanent damage done to her new car after the warning of the first time we made the attempt so we park at a safe distance.
We get to the school with 20 minutes to spare before the first warning bell rings so we make our way to our lockers to get out stuff put away. Unfortunately my friends are at the beginning row of lockers and I'm on the end; right by where "the pack" hangs out before, in between, and after classes. It sucks to have to make the journey through hell alone but as I've mentioned I'm use to it.
Thankfully I make it to my locker with no incidents. I knew this day felt a tad bit different. But just as I say that to myself I hear the all to familiar calls from my predators. Here we go…
But they walk right past me. Nothing is said my way as they banter with each other completely ignoring me all together. Well, almost ignoring me. Suddenly I see Paul making his way down the hall behind his friends and as he spots me he leans against the locker next to mine.
"Hey there sweet thing. How's it going with my favorite little nerdy girl?" he says with a chuckle.
"Back off Paul, I'm not really in the mood today." I reply.
Here's a little info on our friend Paul here. He's one of the nicest mean people I know. He'll make a dig on you sound like a complement. He's also a complete player. I swear he's with a different girl every week, if not everyday. My friends are always telling me that the only reason he zero's in on me to pick on is because I'm on of the only girls he's interested in that he can't have. But that is completely ridiculous.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Can't say I'll actually respect your wishes but I'll give it my best effort." he grins. With that he shoves the books that I've already place in my locker onto the floor. Laugh at his handy work he makes his way over to his friends, making sure to step on everyone of my books in the process.
"Oops, sorry shrimp. It slipped. Hey maybe you could help me with my math homework?" with the glare I send his way he chuckles and says "Or maybe some other time. Later babe."
"Damn it!" I scurry around to pick up my books before the halls get to crowded. I don't need anymore footprints on my stuff. I'm going to have a hard time explaining these one's as it is. And here I thought today would be different. But as usual I'm on my knees grabbing my books off the floor. The only thing that sucks worse then this, is knowing that I still have a full day or torture ahead of me.
This is my first ever FanFic so please be kind a review so I know I'm not just writing this for myself :) I need help and The readers are the best critics (well sometimes there the worst lol ) But review anyways.