Hi guys just thought I should start putting these before each chapter.
I am from the UK so thats the way I am going to write.
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Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night
Journey
I numbly walked to the lunch hall still cradling my aching hand, God he really has a hard nose. Edie had been double bent with laughter for the past minute but I was still dumbfounded by Pauls reaction which was very similar to Jared's fiasco this morning. I had no more time to deliberate about it because were arrived at the lunch hall at our claimed table.
Edie was giggling like mad, "guys, guess what!"
Taylor looked up confused, her piercing hazel eyes questioning mine, I just stared blankly into hers." Kim just punched Paul Walker in the face!" Edie shouted this so the whole lunch hall looked at us for a second and started chatting avidly. Like I said gossip travels fast here.
"Kim what!?" this reaction was expected, even though Paul bullied Edie everyday Alicia still maintained a crush on him, all of us expressed our view of 'how could you, he literally has two brain cells and bullies Edie' but she gave us look which told us not to mess with her, those manicured French nails did look dangerous.
"he was literally telling Edie she was worth nothing" I defend myself and look at Edie's tear-stricken face that was uncommonly righted by a wide smile at my comment she gave Alicia a sad pouted look.
"yeah but you didn't have to break his nose!"
"how did you know I broke his nose?"
"YOU BROKE HIS NOSE?!" Taylor and Alicia's voices mixed together. Again, the lunch hall looked at us slowly piecing it together. Annoyed at all the attention I rested my head on my arms closed my eyes, I knew Taylor was annoyed for a different reason. She kept us all in check, our in-school mother, our leader in a way.
"look at me Kimberley Alexandra Grace Jackson" I obliged and looked at Taylor.
"I know Paul is an idiot but you have to keep your anger under check, ok?"
"ok."
Lunch was boring from then on so I tuned out as usual and went back to pondering on the anger case (my very well thought out name for Jared and Pauls outbursts). I came up with no conclusions or anything to explain their weird behaviour.
For the next two weeks things rolled on at la push no real gossip happened apart from the Forks chiefs (Forks was a quaint village next to la push, it had some similarities to la push, it was boring, it rained a lot, and nothing ever happened.) daughter went rouge for a couple of days.
But one very significant thing happened to me.
Jared still hadn't come back yet.
Yes, I know I sound like I stalker but I swear I am not. Gosh that sounds like something a stalker would say. I was just very deeply concerned about Jared's well-being, nothing else to it. At least that's what I told myself. Ok, ok I was still crushing on him but that's all it was crush.
That is what I was telling myself on a Sunday afternoon whilst writing up my geography report on why tree rings can tell us about the amount of co2 realised that year. I heard the front door open and shut, I knew it wasn't Katie because she was out on her weekly shopping expedition in Seattle. It was my mother.
Anna-Mary Black was divorced to my father after she had me, apparently two children was enough to scare a grown man off. Consequently, she blamed it on me and Rihanna, though she would never admit it, I mean she didn't hit me and she wasn't horrible to us just standoffish. We never really bonded and there was always an absence of love between us. She was our mother only by legal and genetic terms.
As you can imagine we learned to take care of ourselves as she worked two jobs and when she was home you could find her sleeping on the couch or her bed which was where I was convinced she would be. So, manage her surprise when she walked in to my room, last time she did this I was told my guinea pig died.
"Kimberley, I have a new job in Oregon so I'll be gone for a month." And then she left.
I waited until she left the house with her suitcase and then – "aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhh" why, why, why is my life like this. I knew she didn't favour us but really?! I mulled the situation over, buying food and necessities wasn't a problem because I did it anyway. It wouldn't be to big of a difference seeing as she practically doesn't live here, when Taylor asks me if I miss her mine and Rihanna's agreed reply is you don't miss what you've never had.
I say agreed reply because we both decided only on one thing in our life, to remain a united front to everyone else. I told Ri the news when she came home, unsurprisingly she squealed and rambled on about how many sleepover and party opportunities this would mean, she inquired about my run-in with Paul so, I trudged off, shaking my head disappointed about how she couldn't see the neglect we were suffering.
Mondays- you love them or you hate them, or you're like me and just see Monday as another endless school day. And that's what it was as I stepped off the bus with best friends in tow, just a normal foggy Monday, my kind of day.
"so, I kissed Charlie at Sophia's party and then I kissed Quil, like five minutes later then I go and get a drink and I come back and see Quil and Charlie fighting. I Mean my life is like so hard" Alicia moaned.
"who won the fight?" Edie asked whilst pushing up her glasses by the bridge.
"uh, Quil of course, duh" Alicia sneered
"I am not surprised, the muscle on that boy- I mean its everywhere!" I offered
Taylor laughed at that point we saw the elite. Who is the elite you may ask? The elite consists of usually boys (yeah, la push can be sexist as well) who are descender from the leaders of our tribes or are 'pure bloods' – yes Harry Potter references are being made right now. Anyway, because they are direct descendants the tribe elders LOVE them, so naturally everyone on the reservation loves them, including every girl in QTS. Technically Taylor was part of the elite but because of her indifference to the elite and her lack of enthusiasm for it she wasn't included. Also, she said she wouldn't be able to hang out with us if she was.
As you can guess Jared was part of the elites, so we watched the elites and their groupies (the name for the group of girls that are always over them like a bad rash)
That's when I noticed said Jared walking with his back turned to me his already tall figure suddenly was up by at least half a foot, suddenly first period Art seemed 1000 times better, with a new spring in my step I walked quicker to my locker.
"what's floated your boat all of sudden?" Taylor questioned
"nothing just the possibility of leaning new things in an educational environment surrounded by peers who are enquired young minds"
"let me guess…. Jared sudden tall appearance has nothing to do with it, has it?" Taylor smirked
I dipped my head down and heat rushed to my cheeks, "nooooo" I said lowly in a transparent tone
"hmph, anyway my mum then hugged me like death because she thought I ran away and me being six didn't understand why she was crying, I mean come on I was looking for peanut butter!" I sudden rush of sadness washed over my rare excitement and a frown was comfortably placed on my mouth.
"and she wasn't listeni- hey are you ok Kim?" Taylors soft voice drifted into my ears.
I decided to tell her, Taylor was the sort of person who you could tell anything and she would sympathize and empathize with you," my mum left for Oregon for a new job"
"how long?"
"a month"
She grabbed me into a fierce hug, then grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye with a serious expression, "she will never deserve you and she is missing out, it wasn't your fault ok?"
I nodded, she knew how I felt about the situation with Anna – I didn't think she deserved 'mum'
"ok let's go to Art" I huffed.
We set of down the narrow corridors lined with pictures of QTS students or drawing from previous Art students and Taylor set off for calculus (urgh). I walked into the vibrant art class room with every inch covered in drawings, paintings, sculptures, designs, mannequins. As I sat at my desk at the back, which was right next to Jared's, our Art teacher walked in wearing her casual grey tight buttoned suit against her pale skin. She looked like a solicitor but her clothes didn't reflect her eccentric behaviour.
"ok everybody please be seated," she commented in her crisp English tone which was very similar to mine, we like to reminisce sometimes about our native country. Some people wonder how I am British as I am literally the poster girl for Native Americans with my copper skin and dark hair. Yet still a British at heart.
Snapping out of my thoughts I got on with the work only snapping my head up when the door banged open.
Jared.
His high prominent cheekbones with russet skin stretched over his strong nose, leading to his beautiful dark almond eyes, hidden by thick black brows. His rosy lips and cropped short hair making him 10 times hotter.
I allowed my eyes to drift down to his burgundy loose plain t shirt with his muscular arms falling out, he wore basketball shorts with the Lakers emblem on. Realising I had been staring I looked down at tried to concentrate on work but not enough to notice him walking over to Mrs. Mountbatten- Windsor and exchanged a few whispered words and then walked over to his desk in a few long and surprising graceful strides for such a big thing.
He shuffled into his desk and plonked down and hunkered on with the set of questions on various renaissance artists. Halfway through the lesson after sneaking glances at him every few minutes when suddenly he snapped his head to me and asked in his low husky tone," excuse me umm..."
"Kim" I said staring at the work texture trying to hold back the flow of disappointment, I mean I know I was invisible but really. With tears clouding my wonderful view of the word texture, I took a deep breath and let him carry on.
"Kim" he reiterated," anyway can I borrow a pen mine ran out?"
I grabbed a blue pen from my corgi pencil case, hey I like them ok? Then I finally turned to look hi in the eye to hand the pen over.
I will never forget it, as soon as my eyes met his brown ones, the humming stopped, then it garbled then it made one final boom and silence. pure silence. I registered Jared's face apparently, I wasn't the only one experiencing this change because his eyes wer curious, scared and intrigued all at the same time and – what? No, I think love was swimming in there.
I was freaking out I mean the doctors said I would always hear the humming, you know ever since they diagnosed me with schizophrenia.