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You ever have that dream where your on a plane and the plane is about to crash and you don't know what to? All you can do is sit in your seat, close your eyes and wait for it. Wait for the plane to crash, wait for your life to end. All you can do is sit there, and listen to the other passengers scream and holler, listen to your heart pound against your chest, listen to the pilot try and calm everyone down, listen to the sirens…the buzzers…..the beeping…the….the alarm clocks?
Alarm clocks. The one thing I hate in the morning, is my alarm clock.
I groaned in frustration and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my head. It took me five minutes to realize that the noise wouldn't stop unless I got outta bed. Sighing, I slammed my hand on the snooze button then forced myself to sit up and stretch. For a second I forgot where I was. Blinking in confusion, I climbed out of the bed and turned on the light, realizing I was at Charlie's, well I was home I guess. Leaning against the wall I sighed, then I sighed again remembering I had school. Standing up, I sauntered to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth.
"Rose?" Charlie's voice called from downstairs. "You up?"
" Yeah." I yelled stepping out of the bathroom in a towel.
" Hurry up and get dressed your gonna be late for school." He called back.
I shrugged and walked back to my room, opening the curtains on the window. Unsurprisingly, it was raining. Shaking my head I walked over to my closet. "Don't think I'll be getting use to this weather for a long time." I mumbled to myself. It was true, I already missed the sunshine of Phoenix. But it's okay, I already said goodbye to the sun yesterday.
Seeing on how it was raining, I decided on a white tank top and a black sweater with white writing on the front, dark blue jeans, and black heels. Walking to my mirror I combed out my wet, tangled hair and straightened it.
"Rose? Let's go." Charlie yelled front downstairs.
I sighed. " Coming!" I grabbed my bag and went downstairs and outside to the porch. Charlie was out there, along with two other guys. One was in a wheelchair, with long gray hair and a cowboy hat. His skin was really tanned and he was talking to Charlie. Im guessing this is Billy Black? The other boy looked really young, but then older at the same time, he was leaned against a car with his arms folded over his chest. He had long black hair that went past his shoulders, tanned skin like the other guy, and he was really built. He looked over at me standing on the porch, smiled and waved.
I waved back awkwardly and walked over to where he was leaning against the car.
" Hey." He said and put his hand out to me.
" Hi." I shook it.
" So you're the chief's daughter. Rosalie right?" He asked folding his arms over his chest again. I nodded.
" Yupp, that's me." I leaned against the car too.
He laughed. " Well its nice to meet you Rosalie. Im Jake." He paused. "Remember? We use to make mud pies when we were like five?" He grinned and waited.
I blinked in confusing. I didn't remember. " Umm, yeah I remember." I lied smiling. He nodded to me and then looked away.
"Rose?" Charlie called walking up to me with Billy following behind. " This Billy, Billy Black." He gestured to the man behind him, who tilted his hat to me and smiled.
" And this" He gestured to the boy beside me. " Is Jacob." I nodded. " And this…" He pulled me away from the car I was leaning on, and turned me towards it. " Is your car." I blinked and looked to Charlie, then back to the car, then back to Charlie. Grinning, I pointed to the car, " This? This right here….is MY car?" I squeaked.
Charlie nodded. " Yupp, that's it….How you like it?"
"This?" I squeaked pointing to the car again. He nodded. "This car…" I grinned then threw my arms around Charlie. "This car is awesome! Oh my gosh, thank you!" Anything was better then the police cruiser. I couldn't help but laugh when I let go of Charlie and walked over to my car.
"Rebuilt the engine myself." Jake added proudly with a grin. I smiled at him and climbed in the car. Jake ran over and got into the passenger side. Smiling to myself, I slide my hands over the steering wheel. Jake handed me the keys and I put them in, turning on the car. The clock inside the car read 7:50, if I didn't leave now I was gonna be late.
I turned to Jake. " Hey, do you wanna ride to school with me?" I already knew where the school was but it would be good to have someone with me incase I somehow got lost.
" Ohh.." He frowned. " Sorry, Rose but I don't go to Forks High…I kinda go to school on the reserve." He got out the car. "Sorry." He added.
"No that's okay." I smiled. "Maybe we can hang out another time." I asked hoping for a yes. He nodded and backed away, walking over to Charlie and Billy.
"Have a good day at school Rose." Charlie waved goodbye.
"I will." Hopefully I thought as I drove off.
I was pleased with myself that I didn't get lost on the way, and that I made it before the bell. I parked in the back of the school, where I saw other kids parking. I found a spot in the back next to a really nice car. "Nice Volvo." I said to myself, getting out of my own. This Volvo was black and shiny like it was brand new. "Wonder who afforded that." I said to myself. Shrugging, I found my way to the front office.
Walking inside, I found myself inside a brightly lit and warm room. There were waiting chairs to my right and a long desk with the words FRONT OFFICE on it in front of me. Behind the desk was a woman, she had frizzy red hair and glasses. She was typing furiously at a computer that was in front of her. She looked up at me. "Can I help you?" She asked.
I cleared my throat slightly. "I'm Rosalie Hale," I said to her. She rose her eyebrows at me. I was obviously expected.
"Yes, of course." She said smiling. Picking up a file, she dug through it till she found the three papers she was looking for. She waved me forward. "Okay so here is your schedule and a map of the school." She handed two of the papers to me. "And here is a slip I want you to have all of your teachers sign." She handed me the third one, it was a pink slip.
Smiling at me, she hoped that I would like Forks High and said goodbye. Walking out the front office, I glanced at my schedule to for my first class. English., building 3. Sighing, I put all the papers in my bag and went off the find building 3.
It wasn't hard to find, the building was on the other side of the cafeteria, with a big number 3 on it. Easy enough. Taking a deep breathe I followed two kids in front of me into the building.
My classroom was small, most of the desk were filled up besides a couple. Some of the kids stared at me as I walked in. Opening my bag, I went up to my teacher and handed him the slip. He was bald with thick black glasses, On his desk it said Mr. Mason. Taking the paper without looking at me, he signed it, handed me a book and a list, and waved me off to an empty desk in the back of the class. As I walked to the back, everyone's eyes followed me. I blushed and sat down, opening the book and pretended to read. During the entire class everyone kept turning around to look at me, then turned to whisper to their friends. Sighing, I put my head down on the desk and zoned out.
When the bell rang, my head snapped up, I got up and grabbed my bag to leave. The boy in front of me also stood up and turned to me. He had jet black hair, that was oil slick. He was tan and grinning at me. "So, your Rosalie Hale right?" He asked.
"Umm, Yeah?" I tried to walk around him and out the door but he stopped me.
"Where's your next class?" He asked. I opened my bag and pulled out my schedule as we walked into the hall way. "Umm, Gym? Building 1?" I said. I hate gym.
"Well, im headed that way, I could show you?" He said. "I'm Eric." He put his hand out to me. I shook it. "Thanks." I said, unsure. Eric walked me all the way to the gym, even though it said GYM right on it, then turned around. The bell rang. "Umm hey? isn't this your class?" I asked pointing over my shoulder to the gym. He laughed and turned to face me, walking backwards. "No? I have Biology." He turned to run the other way to class. "Later Rose." He called over her shoulder. He was definitely gonna be late to class. I shrugged and walked into the gym.
.. They made me play volleyball even though I begged them not to let me. I suck at sports. I swear I hit like six people in the first ten minutes. I don't even know why they keep throwing the ball to me, I told them I suck. The ball came to me again, and I smacked it away with my fist. My aim was a little off, instead of going over the net like I hoped, the ball went way to my left, and smacked a boy in the back of his head.
"Ow!" He hollered, putting his hand to the back of his head.
Putting my hand over my mouth, I ran over to him. "Sorry! I so didn't mean that!." He spun around angrily, then we looked at me his angry melted away. He had blue eys and blonde hair, his face was like a baby.
Rubbing the back of his head, he smiled to me and blushed. " Err, its okay I mean it was an accident right?" I nodded quickly in agreement. "Sorry." I said again. "I -I told them, not to let me play, they didn't -"
"It's okay." He cut me off. "Hey umm your that chick Rosalie right?" he asked.
That chick? "Umm, yeah." I answered questionably. "It's Rosalie Hale." He nodded in that 'I already knew that' way.
"Hey mike? She's really good at spiking right?" A girl said, walking up behind me. The girl had reddish brown hair and was kinda pale. I think she was in my English?
"Yeah." Mike agreed still rubbing the back of his head.
"Im Jess, Jessica Stanley." She grabbed my hand and shook it. "Your Rosalie right?" I nodded. Im kinda sick of people asking when they already know.
The bell rang. "Well, class is over." Mike said and turned to me and Jess. "See you around?" He asked. "Umm, yeah..see you later." I said sort of unsure. I turned and walked away. " I guess." I said when I was alone, and started toward the locker room.
A/N: Yay! Chapter is done! Oh and sorry if this is kinda boring but don't worry it'll get better, next chapter you'll meet the Cullen's, I promise, don't worry.
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