-------------Chapter 2----------------

I sat in my seat delicately, Storm looked at me superciliously and excited. Storm got her name because she was concieved in the blossoming bellows of a great thunderstorm. Her parents were almightily cool and she was lucky because she only lived 5 minutes away from the school. We were friends because we were both dark and variant from the rest of the people in the school, we were extremely discrepant from the rest of the people in the school. We also both cut ourselves and were bi but we didn't like each other in THAT way.

On the spur of the moment a tall spectral boy walked into the class. He was unlike any boy I had ever seen before. His eyes were the polychromasia of amber honey, his face was as pale as a corpse that had been preserved and left for a long time. His hair appeared undead and life-like. He was wearing dark eyeliner around his eyes which enhanced their beauty even more. His mouth was a straight line on his face as though it had been drawn on with a sharpie. His pallid lips were as pale as the midnight snow on a dark hilltop. His eyebrows were perfectly aligned like the golden wings of a golden eagle. He was as beautiful as a thorny black midnight sorrowful rose.

I was shocked and jubilant when he decided to sit in the empty seat next to me that I had never noticed before. I felt a blitz of adrenaline shoot through my fragile body as I felt Edward's icy hyperborean breath fall gently onto my skin. I looked straight ahead at the dazzling alabaster whiteboard in order to hide my permeable feelings.

I was snapped out of my phantasm when Mr. Churchward the history teacher talked.

"Now everyone, we have a new boy in class today. His name is Edward Cullen." Mr Churchward reminisced. "Now I hope you are all moderately pleasant to him."

"Hi" Edward greeted to me.

"Hi" I announced scaredly. Storm tried to catch my eye from across the classroom because I was talking to the new boy. I could hardly speak as I was blown away by his mysterious beauty. He was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen, it was mildly terrifying. He was whiter than the alabaster moon, darker than the dark side of the moon, more beautiful than moonlight falling on a thorny meadow. He seemed to exert an exceptional power, something supernatural. I could tell because I am a very spiritual person and I often pick up on things no one else notices. His arrival seemed to have cause a disruptance in the class, people were whispering and pointing. I heard one of the populars, Cindy, was observing him, sniggering with her preppy friends. I stuck my middle finger at them coolilessly.

"Do you hate them" Edward asked me abruptly.

"Oh what, the populars?" I questioned, abslutely thrilled indeed that he was talking to me. "Yes. They hate me, only because I'm different. I mean, it's nothing to do with those preps if I want to dye my hair black or cut myself or not have any friends or be a loner."

"Yes." He said. "People that are different have always been persecuted so. It's so incest." he said.

"Yeah!" I screamed. "People never know about us yet they assuminate that it's ok to persecute us just 'cos we're wonderfully loners with no friends and 'cos we're different!" I mentioned passionately.

"There's another thing" Edward said knowingly so.

"What" I said strangely.

"I think they're jealous." He cried slowly. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." he said lovingly.

"OMG!" I teleported rapturelessly. "You are the most beautiful person I happen to have chanced across also!" said I meticulously.

Then the bell rang for the end of the day.