Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns it all.
Hiding in Lockers
"Isabella Swan?" the receptionist asked. I nodded in confirmation. She handed me a schedule and a slip to be signed by each of my new teachers. I mumbled my thanks with my head down and left to find my first class. As I walked down the crowded halls of Forks High School, I felt the curious stares burning through my favorite black hoodie, but I kept my head down, watching my feet stumble every so often. I blocked out the whispers with the screams of my sweetest lullabies.
I referred back to my schedule as I reached the west wing where room 104 was supposed to be. An involuntary smile spread on my lips as I saw my art teacher's name. Mr. Munster. What frickin' cool name!
I saw annoyingly pink sneakers coming my way before I heard her perky voice.
"Hi there! You must be the new girl! I'm Jessica!" Everything she said deserved an explanation point. I didn't like her already. Her annoying squeals reached my ears past my lullabies. I gave in and removed the buds from my ears, sticking them in the pockets of my hoodie.
"Bella," I mumbled to be polite. My eyes never met hers yet I raised my eyes slightly, scanning the room numbers finding 104 two doors down to my right. Without a word, I started walking towards the room, eager to escape this overly hyper chipmunk. She grabbed my arm and I turned around, glaring at her.
"What?" I all but snarled. Her grip loosened a bit and her eyes widened at my gaze. I recoiled at my obvious mistake. I darted my glance away from hers and she shook her head.
"Where you headed?" she asked oblivious to seconds prior. I pointed to the room and gently shook off her weak grip on my arm. I turned towards my destination and walked off.
"I guess I'll see you later then, Bella," she all but shouted as I walked into the room and let out a deep breath. I shook my head to shield my eyes with my thick brown bangs and turned away from the door to face Mr. Munster.
I saw him through my curtained eyes. Friendly blue eyes and a welcoming smile sat on his face. His black hair fell in messes just below his ears. Maybe 24?
"You must be Isabella," he stated.
"Bella," I corrected closing the distance to hand him the slip.
"Okay, Bella. My name is Mr. Munster, but you can call me Jonah," he said taking the slip from my hand, "You are free to sit anywhere you please." nodded an took a seat in the back.
Students filled the room each darting curious glances my way. I doodled in the margins of my notebook as Mr. Munster lectured about colors and contrasts. The class flew by and I almost jumped when I heard the bell. I hopped up from my seat and made my way to my next lesson.
I found my trigonometry class without incident in the next building, avoiding any possible confrontations with new people. Mr. Chrest signed my slip and let me sit in the back. When he started class, I copied notes he posted on the board and tried to make myself invisible. That girl, Jessica, was in a seat across the room, but I didn't want to take the chance of having to be stuck in a conversation about who's hot and who's not for an hour. I fidgeted in my seat, tapping my pencil nervously. The guy sitting next to me shot wary glances my way. I could almost feel the agitation radiating off of him in waves.