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Chapter 2
When I woke up the next morning, I groaned. There was no confusion as to
where I was, even though I'd hoped for that blessed unawareness. I staggered out of
bed, drew back the curtains, and was greeted by the usual grey drizzle. I hated this
day already. I knew that I would loathe my new school, because among my other
wonderful gifts (note the sarcasm) I was painfully shy. Until I got to know people,
then I was a cow. I dressed as quickly as possible so that I wouldn't be late. Maybe if
I was already there before most people arrived they wouldn't notice me. It was a faint
hope, I know, but my chances were better if I didn't turn up late and interrupt the
class. I put on the outfit I had laid out the night before. Jeans, a T-shirt and a blue
hoodie, I didn't really go for the 'cool' look. As you have probably guessed by now,
I'm so bad at socialising that it's almost a handicap… I looked out the window before
sighing and throwing a raincoat over my arm. When I had checked in the mirror that I
hadn't forgotten anything important, like shoes, then I went to the kitchen for
breakfast.
As I had predicted Mum was already in the kitchen reading a newspaper and
absentmindedly eating cereal. She looked up when I came in and pointed to a bowl of
cereal that she had left out for me. I grabbed it of the counter and sat down opposite
her and I ate my food as fast as was socially acceptable. When I finished Mum stood
up and said brightly, "Come on! Into the car!" The downside of having a mum as a
teacher was the compulsory lifts into school and in an educatory system this small it
was bound to be noticed. I added this to my list of reasons for getting to school before
anyone else arrived. The journey was, predictably, unbearable. My primary guardian
seemed determined to rid herself of the responsibility of being my primary guardian
by talking me to death, "Oh you'll love it Miley!" was a classic. Therefore, by the
time we arrived I nearly leapt out of the, not entirely stationary, vehicle. I muttered a
quick goodbye before heading towards the reception to ask for my timetable and
locker number.
I have to admit that I was impressed. It hadn't seemed possible that such a tiny
place could have so much potential for getting lost. This marvellous talent meant that
despite my early start by the time I'd found reception there was only ten minutes
before class started which didn't forebode well for my 'be early so I'm not noticed'
plan much. The woman working behind the desk was a Native American like
everyone, except me, and her surprise at my appearance was pretty obvious, but she
smiled quickly and said warmly, "You must be Miley Stuart! I have your timetable
and your locker key here." I smiled in what I hoped was a grateful expression as I
took the offered items and it must have worked reasonably well because she didn't
glare at me. I thanked her before going on a search for the lockers.
I glanced at my watch and swore. It had taken me eight minutes to find the
lockers and deposit my books in my one. That meant I had one minute to find my first
class, history. Nope, the plan had failed. Cursing furiously I desperately tried to find
H1, my history classroom, in the available time and eventually I found it… ten
minutes later. The teacher was just in the middle of delivering an important point of
his lecture about what appeared to be about the Schlieffen Plan. The look I got when
I entered the room told me that he was not happy. These suspicions proved correct
when he acidly snapped, "How nice of you to drop by Miss Stuart. I'm sure that
you'll get top grades since you don't feel that you need to be here to learn the
syllabus." A wave of titters swept around the classroom and I could feel my face
burning in shame, which probably wasn't helping. He gave an evil smile and
pointedly looked around the room before announcing, "Ah. I see that there is a spare
seat next to Paul. Would it be too much trouble for you to join him?" I looked around
the class but there were several spare seats and I had no idea which one I was meant
to sit in. My teacher sighed dramatically, "The seat at the back." His tone left no
doubt that he thought I was mentally handicapped. I trudged to the back of the
classroom keeping my eyes on the floor, however when I reached the desk in question
I stopped in my tracks for a spilt second. Hopefully no one noticed. I sat down and
stared at my desk, but every now and again I would glance at this 'Paul' person and I
swear that he was bloody massive! The laws of physics shouldn't even allow someone
to fit behind that desk he was that big! His eyes were shut and at first, I thought that
he was asleep. Then there was a bang from the front of class and his eyes flashed open
in what I imagine was surprise and I saw that his eyes weren't the black colour I had
been expecting, but were milky white. Sympathy panged through me and I thought
'Cataracts! I thought that only old people got that!' I guess I was wrong.
Thankfully, the classes before lunch passed reasonably quickly, but to my
dismay, I found that Paul was next to me for two out of three of my morning lessons.
Seriously, did the guy have no friends? It surely wasn't possible that he sat by himself
for everything, was it? Also to my dismay, he was still the towering giant he had
originally been, as if that wasn't going to give me short-ist problems…
When the bell rang for lunch, I packed as quickly as possible and headed
outside, I really hated school. I followed the general stream of people to the lockers,
so I could pick up my lunch, and then to what was obviously the lunch area. It was a
lawn with picnic benches on it, which really wasn't great considering that I had an
irrational phobia of flies… Sighing in defeat, I looked around for an empty table, but
my attempts were thwarted because all the tables appeared to be very full. I snorted in
disbelief, was it possible that the entire campus was trying to make me miserable? I
finally spotted a table about ten metres away from all the other tables that was
completely deserted which I headed for. Two tables had been pulled together which
lead me to believe that it was regularly used, but there wasn't any other option… I
chewed my lip in indecision before, finally, sitting down. I'd eat fast.
I was halfway through my sandwich when I saw a group of angry looking
boys and one girl heading towards my table. I gaped at them in disbelief before
shoving the sandwich back into its bag and trying to leave before they arrived, but
they were a lot faster than they looked and when I looked up again they were about 5
metres away. I cursed, why did I have to pick the Paul's and his equally massive
friends table? Why me? I almost crowed in excitement when I finally got my bag
ready when the girl yelled "Hey!" at me. I stopped and turned around slowly when
she asked, "Why are you leaving? You're not finished are you?" Her face was open
and friendly, which was more than I could say about her companions. I kept my eyes
on the ground and I muttered quietly "Yeah, I'm finished." Her confused expression
changed to somewhere between amused and insulted and her eyes sparkled, "No
you're not! I saw you stick that sandwich back in there. She ran forwards and shoved
me back down and she sat next to me, before starting to excitedly asking me all these
different questions. I answered as best as I could and I was starting to feel slightly
more relaxed until I made the mistake of looking up. The giant boys were all seated at
the table watching be warily, I nearly had a heart attack. Kim saw my expression and
laughed. "I'm being rude aren't I? She pointed at the boy sitting next to her and said
this is Jared" before going around the table, "Jacob, Quil, Embry, Paul and I'm Kim!"
I stayed silent. I didn't have a clue about what I was meant to do. I didn't have to
worry though because Kim whacked Jared over the head and yelled "Jared! Be
polite!" He grinned at me around Kim and said, "Don't go anywhere near her! This
girl is violent!" The ice broken the boys all started laughing amongst themselves and
teasing each other and for some unfathomable reason this teasing also included me.
And for some even more unfathomable reason I felt completely at ease with them. By
the end of the lunch break, I felt like I was part of the group.
That evening when I went back to the house, I felt a lot happier than I had
since I had arrived here. I kept thinking about the people I had lunch with and smiling
every time some stupid comment one of them had made ran through my head. That
night I fell asleep smiling.