"Bella!" I screamed, jumping on her bed. Bella and I are 17 and we've just moved back to Forks. I have to tell you that the decision to stick myself back into my human body has really made me happy. I've lived a blissful life through the seventeen years that I've been here with my family and I wish I'd done it sooner and yet I don't because then I probably wouldn't have met Bella.
"What! What?" Bella woke up abruptly from my jumping. She was wearing that hideous, ratty old shirt with holes all in it and those wacky pajama bottoms. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fashion fanatic but after almost Three thousand and five-hundred years running around with the bare minimum of clothes on, you kind of just want to look good. What I'm trying to say? I'm not a fashion fanatic but I want clothes to wear. I don't do needless shopping for clothes I'll only wear once. Plus, the Swans don't have a bank account that just keeps filling with more money. Funny thing about being alive for the creation of banks…they seem to believe that they owe you money for that kind of thing.
"Today is the day that we have to surrender to the call of prison!" I dramatically announced, even holding my fist into the air. I liked to be dramatic so that Bella laughed more. Ever since Charlie and Renee divorced she's been Renee's keeper. I'm unashamed to say that I liked Charlie more than Renee, thus my lack of understanding of my goofy mother.
"English, Belle, English." Bella said, rubbing her eyes.
"High school," I stated more bluntly than before. "Spoil sport." I snorted, going to the closet. Wow, Bella already unpacked…meh I'll do it later. Instead of worrying about the mass of clothing that I'd thrown out while getting ready this morning, I focused on instead pulling some of Bella's better fitting clothing for her to wear. "Now, we want you to make an impression, but not enough that everyone thinks you are a social butterfly. Lord knows you can't speak five sentences without stuttering." I teased, earning a pillow to the back of my head.
Bella's room, now that I cared to look at it, looked just like it did when we were four. My room, that I'd received on my third birthday, wasn't purple like Bella's but instead it was a maroon and red color with rainbow handprints from a long time ago. It held a dresser, vanity, closet, bed, bookshelf, and desk. Lucky for me I got a back view of the lush forests of Forks. Bella got a view of the road.
"Ugh, kill me now." Bella muttered, but obediently rose from bed.
"Well I can't do that!" I tell her brightly, pushing a blue blouse up to her front, and then throwing it over my shoulder as I turn back to the neat closet…yuck. "Then I'd have no ride to school!" I teased her again. She laughed and shoved my shoulder lightly. I turn over my shoulder and for a moment we share one of those bonds, the one I've missed out on all of my life, even when I was really human. My eyes are smiling at hers, and we both understand.
"Thanks for coming with me Belle." She whispered. Truthfully I'd kind of been expecting it; I mean Bella was born with manners that I made sure she took to. What? I can be well mannered….sometimes.
"Don't mention it." I whisper into her mahogany hair as she hugged me, her hair was so different from my black hair. Everyone believes we're fraternal twins. Some speculated that I was from an affair because my exotic, old Egyptian, looks were so different from Bella's. I was sun kissed naturally, and she didn't have coal black hair, nor the straight back of someone born to rule….or golden eyes. But I solved that by wearing brown contacts everyday for the rest of my 'human' life. "Ever." I finished, causing us both to laugh and for her to push me again.
"Honestly, can't you be serious?" She playfully asked as I shoved an outfit for her to wear into her hands.
"I could," I started, already making my way back to my own room to get dressed. "But then we'd both be solemn Juliet's, just waiting for our Romeo to come and sc-" I shut up as soon as I saw Dad standing there in the hall outside of his room, an eyebrow raised. Oh, How I loved my quirky Dad. He was just like Bella, awkward at showing affection, can't speak in front of new people, and absolutely hilarious when he wants to be. "-to come and have our Dad beat him to death. That's what I was going to say." I sweetly amended my sentence.
"Right." He grunted before stomping down the stairs.
"Someone isn't a morning person." I sung down to him as I went around the stairs and into my own room. Did I tell you that my room was messy, though I had taken down all of my kid things unlike Bella; I hadn't bothered with anything else. Everything was strewn around the room, making it look like a ravage beast lived in it and not a woman. I strode to my closet and began hanging things up, using a little extra help by turning back to my twenty-two year old vampire self so that I could hang it all up quicker. I turned back right on time for Bella to walk in, with a towel and bath cloth.
"I'm going first, Belle." She informed me while throwing the items down on my made bed. I rolled my eyes and dug through my closet for my own clothes. I grabbed my unmentionables, and then some black skinny jeans and a shirt that had one of the famous, 'Keep Calm and" Things on it. This one was red and said Procrastinate Now and Panic Later. It was a Christmas present from Phil, Renee's new husband. I pulled out my worn black jacket and red converse. Yeah…I was pimping don't hate!
I already had on my necklaces, one that had both of my Egyptian names in hieroglyphics, one on either side. The other held two of my children's names, Tut, and Meketaten. Silly, I know but I loved it anyways. Just to be annoying I snapped on a bracelet that had a 'family' crest with one of those side-turned faces. Weird, but hey, it was on sale. When Bella finally got out of the bathroom I was quick to shower. In no time we met up at the old truck of Bella's. It was a gift from Charlie to both of us but Bella loved it so much that I let her call dibs on ownership.
"I'm just saying, he's not that good looking." I said, looking at the cover of one of Bella's novels – The Hunger Games. "He's just had his hair brown for to long to suddenly dye it blonde in this movie!" I exclaimed. We were talking about the main love puppy, Peeta. Me? I liked the drunken Haymitch – especially in the movie.
"You just don't want her to end up with Peeta because you're still mad at him for Bridge to Tarribithia." Bella exclaimed as she pulled into the Forks High parking lot.
"I still say she shouldn't have died!" I argued, unbuckling the seatbelt. I hoped out of the car with my plain black backpack and met Bella around the curb, just in time to hear some man speak to her. "Nice ride." He told her. I immediately sneered at him.
"Better than yours." I told him, glancing at the van.
"Belle." Bella warned. I rolled my eyes as she tugged me along beside her.
"Asshole number one." I told her. "You know, one day I'm going to go to jail for kicking some one in the ball's so hard they need testicle retraction surgery." I declared. I blinked as Bella laughed. "What?" I pouted at her.
"You are unbelievable." She just said, continuing along. I muttered and laced my arm with hers, taking the lead to the clearly marked Office for our schedules. Great thing about moving in the middle of the semester, you get a brand new schedule to memorize, Yay. Please take note of the blatant sarcasm being used.
"I once believed that to." I told her then paused as I realized that everyone was staring at us. "Wow, they can't even hide it. Phoenix did better than them, and we were in kindergarten!" I noted. Really, teens these days.
I tugged Bella into the Office, to see some old women sitting behind the desk chewing gum and staring at a game of solitaire on her computer that she was hopelessly losing. Poor chap, those things kill me to.
"Excuse me." Bella tentatively spoke. Oh, shy Bella, why must you be here? Mrs. Cope, as I read on the little wooden name pate, looked up lazily but as soon as she saw us she sat up straighter and her eye gained that gossip sparkle in it.
"Oh, you two are the Swan twins. Isabella and Isabelle, right?" She asked us.
"Bella." My sister corrected at the same time as I said, "Belle."
"Oh, okay let me get your schedules and your slips." She shuffled around in a mess of papers and other office things, like those darned paperclips…evil bastards. Finally she pulled out four pieces of paper, handing both of us two of them. I realized that they were our schedules and a slip with slots for the teacher's names.
"You just bring this back, signed by all of your teachers at the end of the day and you'll be all set." Mrs. Cope told us, already drifting back to the oh so interesting solitaire game.
"Thank you." I told her, walking away already with the schedule. As soon as the door to the Office closed and we were on our way I was staring at the room numbers beside the teachers name and class. Ugh, Calculus first period. "All right Bella. You shot me first and I'll make sure to hire an assassin to shot you last." I told her, referring to her earlier comment of shot her.
"Not a chance." She responded without even looking up. It was because of this that she completely missed the guy who was approaching us. Yes, first person with the balls to talk to us instead of staring. He had nice hair, an alright face but kind of geeky. I liked him, friend-wise.
"You two are Isabella and Isabelle Swan, the new girls." He said first thing. I took his offered hand, smiling politely. "I'm Eric." He continued, also shaking a nervous Bella's hand. We'd stopped in the middle of the hall. We're just lucky that we were early. I just hope that I find my class before I get in trouble with a teacher. "The eyes and the ears of this place. Anything you need? Tour guide? Lunch date? Shoulder to cry on?" He asked us.
I laughed lightly but let Bella answer for now. "I'm kind of a suffer in silence type." She told him. I rolled my eyes and tugged her schedule out of her hands. Oh, no classes together, damn. Well at least we both had lunch and break together. Oh, wait, I have gym with her, yes!
"Ugh, better than nothing." Then I looked to this Eric guy. "Do you think you could point us to the right classes?" I asked him, showing him both of ours. He pointed me down the hall and to the left, third building, and the second door on the right. He pointed Bella just to the right in Building Three, The Fourth door on the left.
"You know we're doing a feature in the school newspaper, on you two. You're both big news, front page." Eric commented. Bella automatically halted, she'd been leaving to go to class.
"I – no, I'm not news – We aren't..-" She stuttered through it. I laughed at her stutter.
"I told you, you would stutter." I told her. She was blushing scarlet.
"Whoa, chillax." Eric said at her severe reaction, still smiling. "No feature." He promised.
"Oh, thank you." She breathed, to relived to really get anything else out.
"I'll talk to you later Bella, meet me for lunch." I told her, huggin her right there, glaring over her backpack at a guy who had been trying to air hump her from a far. In turn I moved a finger over my neck and pointed my finger at him. He stopped at once and turned away.
"Yeah, see you later, sis." She told me walking away, not knowing that I had just threatened to kill a student I didn't know the name of…oh but I will. I will.
"Well," I cheerfully proclaimed, slapping my hands together lightly, got to be careful you know. Don't want to clap to loudly and deafen the humans. "I'm off to torture 101, wish me luck." I told Eric he laughed and waved as I started off down the corridor.
With Eric's directions it really wasn't that hard to find the room and get my slip signed by the enthusiastic, Ms. Lovet. Really? Math is already torture for me, why can't they give me a teacher who won't try to smother me in it. I avoid taking a seat yet, because there will obviously be seating already picked out. She sees my dilemma and just points me to the back seat on the right corner, right beside a window. Score!
I'm only sat down for maybe five minutes before the bell rings and kids start pouring in, as eager as I had been. Just goes to show that if they've been taking her class for so long and still dread it then I'm a goner. I stare out at the pretty butterfly that was being humped by another one in fascinated disgust. Don't deny, when you see you automatically stop what you are doing and look to. I know it, so don't lie to me.
"Well, class, as I'm sure you've noticed, we have a new student among us." Ms. Lovet announced. Oh shit. She's going to make me introduce myself, isn't she? "Isabelle, why don't you introduce yourself?" I stand up, as she motioned me to and I'm tempted to say something that would get me in trouble but, I had best not.
"I'm Isabelle Swan, call me Belle. I have a sister, named Isabella." I told the class, not looking at any of them because I really didn't want to see them. I sat back down, sure that my cheeks were following my sister's example and blushing red.
"All right. Now class we'll begin right where we left off, with the Circumference formula for the figure…" The class went on forever. I swear, I think someone did it on purpose. I couldn't really do anything but take notes and work on the end of class worksheet, just like everyone else but I was proud to say that I'd already studied this in my geometry class in Phoenix. Maybe I would know everything that they've covered since Phoenix has an advanced school system. There was only a few practice problems for homework that were a sinch so I was left staring out the window of my classroom as I waited for the bell. Everyone else were talking but I didn't know anyone.
"Um, excuse me." Some one said, and I turned, curious to see a brunette with glasses looking at me nervously. "Um, I'm Angela." She told me. I shook her offered hand, smiling politely again. "I just wanted to say that if you need some help, then I would gladly help you." She blushed slightly and I was reminded of Bella a little.
"Oh, no I've covered this lesson all ready but I'm horrible at math so I might need that offer in the future." I joked with her. She smiled widely at me and I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you though, Angela. I got to say that I love your hair though." Yeah, safe topic that hair.
"Oh, thank you." She said back. "I love your necklace, are the hieroglyphics real?" She asked I fingered the well worn cartouche hanging from the leather necklace.
"Yeah, it says Nefertiti on one side, Neferneferuaten. It's cool a pen pal from Egypt sent it to me." I told her, holding it up to the light. That was a complete lie though. This was the same cartouche that I'd hung around my neck Three thousand and five-hundred years ago. Small world, huh?
"And what does the other one say?" Angela asked, actually intrigued but I was glad she refrained from touching the cartouches.
"Tutankhamun and Meketaten. Tut was her step-son and Meketaten was her first dead daughter." I told her, holding up the second cartouche. She stared at it in wonder, just as the bell for the door rang. I stood up, tucking my notebook and pencil away in my bag. I held out my schedule, curious as to how to find my next class, French I. Bummer, knew that language. Why couldn't it be Russian or Spanish? That shit, I might need to know later on.
"Do you want me to walk you to that class?" Angela asked me. I smiled happily at her.
"I would have to hail you my hero because I'm completely lost on where to go." She laughed again and started leading me down the halls, and out of the building to another. Oi, this was going to be hard to remember.
"All right, it's in this building, the first door on the left, the one with 'Bonjour' on the wall beside it. It's really easy to see and the teacher is awesome, I have her third period." She told me.
"Thanks Angela, I'd be lost without your wisdom of years." I exaggerated. She only laughed again.
"Your funny." She told me. "I'll see you at lunch?" She tentatively asked.
"Awesome! You can meet my sister, Bella." I told her, waving as she walked off to go where ever she had to go. I stepped into the classroom and froze at once. Usually when I use my gift, aging myself, my vampire like qualities leave me until I turn back, however the only other thing that's stayed, besides the eyes, has been my nose. I can smell things just like any other human, but I can also smell the supernatural. Let me tell you, that you don't want to know the story behind how I figured that one out.
My eyes flitted around the room, which only held five students actually. There in the back sat a short brunette with short spiky kind of hair. She had the appropriate pale skin, golden eyes, and dark bags under her eyes. Wow, I've never met another animal drinker before. I don't want to be premature about it though, so instead of introducing myself to her, and proclaiming that I was a 3,500 year-old vampire, I merely took a seat next to the inner wall.
I refused to stare at her, and I didn't need to. I still have the vampire memory and I was already analyzing her image in my mind. What would come of my appearance here? I would never know. I've never tested to see if other vampires could tell that I was different in my aged body before. I guess since she hasn't swooped down on me then I'm good for now.
I went through French class easy. Angela was right, the teacher was awesome and she explained everything she wanted me to do so that I could catch up in her class. I told her that I'd already learned the French language and she requested that from now on every time I speak to her to use French. I was kind of happy for that because French, despite my earlier words, was a beautiful language.
When the bell rang, the little vampire was out the door right before anyone else. Huh, I forgot that they'd have to think about stuff like that, the speed, and the extra show of skills. I wonder what they did for lunch? I'd hate to have to stuff food down my throat while a vampire. I did that once, while I was still a vampire, to punish myself for devouring a human male who just hadn't understood the words 'back the hell off'.
I skipped then to gym, which I was lucky enough to know where is. It was the only building with the walls twice the size of the others. I stepped into the room, feeling the cool air on my face, and the sweaty smell of to much perfume, and to much axe. Ugh, that's nasty.
"Belle!" I heard Bella and I walked to her, where she stood at the entrance to the changing rooms. "Hey, how's the tally so far?" She asked me.
"First period, was okay but French was awesome. I'm hoping that I can skim out of as much of gym as possible." I told her, following her to change. We didn't even pause in the conversation as we changed into the already supplied uniforms. Apparently when Charlie signed us up they gave them to him. Luckily he had my number to ask for sizes.
"Don't count on it. With me hanging around you'll be on the ground most of the time." She solemnly commented. Bella was a magnet for injuries. She always tripped; there hasn't been a day where she hasn't fallen down or something.
"Yes well, I've lived with it for a long, long, long, long,-" She punched my shoulder and I fake held it in pain.
"Oh, the pain of a Bella punch!" I wailed, causing the girls that were lingering to look at us, those who weren't already that is. "What?" I asked them, smiling innocently.
"You will be the death of me one day." Bella exclaimed, now using her gym bag to swat at me. I wiggled in place for a second. I couldn't die in this form, believe me I've tried, but I could still get hurt. I'd just end up having a 'miracle' if I got to hurt. See my body would automatically shimmer into the glorious vampire me. Yippee. Sarcasm? Yes. Needed? Probably not.
"Oh just shut up." I told her, walking out with her. We chatted a lot as we stood to the side as the volley ball team started. No matter what Bella said, they wouldn't let her out of it. So I accompanied her in her spot at the side, hitting the ball when it came close to us. And just one time, I completely didn't see it coming, no vampire eyes, remember, and it came at Bella. She completely panicked and slapped it away from her with closed eyes.
I couldn't help but laugh hysterically when it hit one of the guys playing basketball upside the head. I saved Bella from embarrassment by taking the fall for it.
"I'm sorry, I hit it wrong, and I'm not the best at Volleyball." I told the boy. He had that normal, small town blonde hair boy-who-everyone-pretends-to-want guy. I took the Volleyball he offered me.
"No, no, it's okay." He told me, smiling what I'm sure was supposed to be charming it only made me want to laugh at his try. "It's a flesh wound, really." I smile at him and go to head back to Bella but he continues talking. "You're Isabella, Right?" He asked.
"Uh, no, actually I'm Isabelle but please call me Belle." I told him.
"Mike. Newton." He offered, shaking my hand. I smiled, again trying to get away but then Jessica, someone I instantly didn't like bounded over.
"Hi, she's got a mean spike doesn't she?" Jessica says. It's obvious how she likes Mike. I can practically see her screaming at him that she likes him. "So, you're from Arizona, right?" She asks, smiling because we were introduced informally earlier. "Aren't people supposed to be tan down there?" She asked, I saw Bella waiting for me, already dressed.
"Yeah, well maybe that's why I decided to kick their butts and leave." I distractedly answered. "Hey, I got to go, but it was good meeting you two." I told them, smiling. I hit the Volleyball away, not knowing or caring what to do with it. Instead I ran to the dressing room, pulling on every article of clothing as fast as possible. Did you know that I haven't taken this jacket off once? It's cold and wet here. I love it. The lush scenery and the rain remind me of my time in Brazil. I kind of like this place better.
All right. I know I've just started this story and I'm already putting up a new chapter but I'm going on vacation and I don't know how often I can type. So as a favor to you guys I put this chapter up for you instead of my Hunger Games one because I haven't finished the next chapter. It just seems to be alluding me!
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