Chapter 2
I pulled into the farthest parking spot from the school. There were a couple reasons why I did this everyday: 1. it gave me more time to think 2. It's harder for Mia to find me. When I started towards the school a shiny, silver Volvo sped around the corner and almost hit me. The Volvo owner pulled into a spot close to my car. The people who stepped out of the car were the most beautiful people I have ever seen. There were five of them, two girls and three guys.
Of the boys one was big, muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blonde. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.
The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you see on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.
And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of then was a chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under their eyes, purplish, bruise-like shadows. As if they were all suffering from sleepless nights, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, like all their features, were straight, perfect, and angular.
They were all so inhumanly beautiful. It was hard to choose who was the most beautiful the bronze haired boy or the blonde haired girl.
The little pixie-like girl then had a blank expression. The bronze haired boy had the same look on his face. As quick as it happened their expressions became normal again. The boy looked at the girl, nodded, and ran off to the woods. Odd…
I looked away and walked towards the school. Everyone was there by now. I jogged up to the school. When I got there I went over to the grass area and sat down. I pulled Wuthering Heights out of my sweatshirt pocket and started to read.
I was so involved in my book I didn't realize somebody was in front of me until I heard a voice like wind chimes say: "Hi, I'm Alice Cullen! You must be Bella."
I looked up and said, "Yeah. Hi, nice to meet you. "I stuck my hand out to shake hers, but I realized that it was a big mistake and put my arm down.
"What were those marks on your wrist?" Alice asked curiously. Dang it she noticed the marks where Charlie grabbed me.
"Nothing. I fell down the stairs and got pretty bruised up."
"Is that how you got that black eye?"
"No… wait… how did you see that? I covered it with make-up!"
"I saw the make-up."
"Well, it's none of your business, anyway!!!" I stormed off to first period.