Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight . . . yet . . . I didn't own that either, I stole it from Kiera . . . lol . . .
Oh my goodness! I was so surprised that I got so many name ideas!! Whoa you guys rock!! Here were the names of the people who gave me ideas:
hunterjumpertwilightfan
twilight1650
rmiller92
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I'm Emma Too!
You guys are awesome, thank you so much for the great names. It was really REALLY hard for me to choose, but after much thought here's the name I picked: Kyla.
Thank you so much hunterjumpertwilightfan for the name! This chapter is for you!! Hope you like how I made her. .
Now enough of my talking, here's chapter one!!
Forced Love
Chapter One
Previously:
My world changed when I saw her walk into the classroom. Her beautiful black hair was in disarray, her clothes all wrinkled. She was panting, and I could hear her heart beat quickly. Her olive skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her gorgeous blue eyes were bright and alert. Who was she?
"Sorry I'm late!" She cried. Her voice was like a thousand angels singing. She must have been an angel in disguise. She was perfect.
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My mouth hung open as she walked to the front of the class.
"Ah Miss Mawkay, welcome to La Push High School. (AN: SO ORIGINAL!!) Please tell the class a little bit about yourself," Mr. Kasbah said barely looking up from his newspaper.The angel shuffled her feet uncomfortably. I wanted to hug her so bad.
"Umm . . . ok." She cleared her throat. "Well, my name's Kyla Mawkay. I was born and raised in Colorado and I'm seventeen years old." She glanced around nervously. "So . . . that's it I guess." I smiled. Kyla. That was her name. Kyla, Kyla, Kyla, Kyla-
"Seth!" I blinked once.
"What happened!?" I cried confused. Everyone laughed and Mr. Kasbah rolled his eyes.
"Please raise your hand so that Miss Mawkay will know where you are," He said. I furrowed my brow.
"Alright," I said. I raised my right hand into the air. Kyla turned her head in my direction and froze. My smile fell off my face immediately. What was wrong with me? Did I have a booger hanging out of my nose or something? I rubbed it self-consciously.
Kyla finally awoke from her stupor and slowly made her way to the seat next to me. Oh, that's why I had to raise my hand. Awesome, Kyla's sitting next to me. Wait-what was I thinking?! Why was I already in lov-WHOA HOLD IT! I ALMOST SAID LOVE! Why the heck was I going to say love?! I recalled what I had been thinking when she walked in and the answer came and crushed me like a ton of bricks.
I had imprinted.
I swore quietly and raised my hand again.
"Yes Seth?" Mr. Kasbah said rubbing his face.
"Can I be excused? I don't feel well," I said quickly.
"Alright, feel better," He said waving me out. "Don't forget the homework assignment."
"Ok," I said almost running from the classroom. I phased once I got to the forest.
Hello? Is anyone there? I have a HUGE problem!!
Seth? What's wrong? Jacob asked.
I think I imprinted on the new girl.
Whoa seriously? Congrats!
UGH! I DIDN'T WANT TO IMPRINT! I shouted in frustration. Why did I have to imprint on her?! It's not fair! Don't I have a say in any of this? Why-
SETH, SHUT UP! Jacob roared over my ramblings. I paused.
But-
AH! NO BUTS!
What if-
AH!
Jake-
NOPE! SAY NOTHING! I stopped talking. Thank you. Now just think a minute, is imprinting really that bad?
Of course it is-
Stop. It's not the end of the world if you imprint. Have you ever talked to the girl?
Umm . . . does hearing her talk count? (AN: That kinda happened to me. I had a crush a while ago but I hadn't actually talked to him. I talked to my mom about it and she asked if I had talked to him and I said that. Sorry, just wanted to say that. Return to my suckish story.)
No, hearing her talk does not count. Before you freak out, how about you actually go and talk to her. Maybe you'll like . . . wait what's her name?
Kyla Mawkay, I said.
You so imprinted on her.
How do you know?
Did you hear your voice just now? It was hilarious! It was like you're already in love with her. Do I sound like that with Nessie?
Yeah.
Whoa I sound stupid.
Hey!
Sorry, it's the truth. Now go back to school and talk to Kyla.
Ugh! Fine, I said not wanting to argue anymore. I phased back, pulled on some extra clothes and ran back to school.
When I finally made it back, it was lunch. I grinned and got in the line to buy lunch. I was standing there thinking about what Jacob had said when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned sharply to see Kyla smiling at me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me, I'm Kyla," She said offering her hand. Of course I remembered her, she was the reason I left. I didn't tell her that though. I shook her hand ignoring the electric shock I got.
"Yeah, you're in Kasbah's class. I'm Seth," I said trying to sound like I didn't care. It wasn't in my nature to do act like that, but I didn't want to give her the wrong idea.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked looking concerned. I blinked momentarily confused.
"Oh! Yeah, I just needed to lie down for a while," I said. "Thank you."
"No problem," Kyla said smiling widely. I tried my best to disregard my feelings, but in the end my will crumpled. I had to sit with her.
"Do you have anyone to sit with?" I asked. She shook her head.
"Did you expect me to? I've only been here a couple of hours," She said laughing slightly. I laughed too.
"Would you like to sit with me?" Please say yes, please say yes-
"Sure," She said looking delighted.
"Ok, let's go find a spot to sit," I said beaming.
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Yay! I'm so happy you guys liked the prologue, personally I hated it, but you guys reviewed and everything! Thank you to EVERYONE who has reviewed and read my suckish story, you guys rock!
I won't be updating as much as usual, probably just on weekends. My PE teacher lives to torture and I've been running about 12-13 miles a week. I know it's not a lot for some people, but it is for me. My legs are about to fall off. Also, I have soccer, so that adds to that. Ugh, I hate the beginning of school.
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Emma