Bella
Today's the first day of school. It would be my first time going to high school as a vampire. Nessie would be staying home with Esme, since she hasn't reach 7 yet, and is still growing. Jake is staying with her. We decided if anyone asked, we'll tell them that Jake is 19 and already graduated.
Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett were pretending to be sophomores, age 15. Alice, Edward and I were pretending to be freshmen, about 14. I wondered how I was going to pull off being 14 when my physical age is 18.
We got into our cars and arrived at the school. We went into the front office. The lady behind the desk was in her 40s. On her desk said Mrs. Hale.
"Yes, are you the new students here?" asked Mrs. Hale. I saw her heartbeat increasing as we approached her.
"Yes, we are. I am Isabella Swan, and over there is my brother Jasper Swan and my sister Rosalie Swan. Over there is my adopted siblings, Edward, Emmett, Alice Cullen," I replied, repeating the story. We decided not to use Hale anymore, since someone in this town might recognize Rosalie Hale.
"OK, here are your schedules," replied Mrs. Hale. She tried not to looked flattered. Mine was matched with Edward's.
"Excuse me," replied Rosalie. "Are you related to the Hales?"
"Why do you ask? What do you know of the Hales?" asked Mrs. Hale. She eyed us suspiciously, all while trying to maintain a blank face.
"I've heard of them," replied Rose.
"Yes, I am. I am married to Joseph Hale, grandson of Matthew Hale, who is the son of Andrew Hale, who is the brother of Rosalie Hale," replied Mrs. Hale. "Have you heard of Rosalie Hale? Her story has become a legend."
I noticed Rose was trying not to smile or show signs of recognition. "No, Mrs. Hale," she lied.
"Well, I will tell you the legend of Rosalie Hale. Legends say that Rosalie Hale existed. I believe those legends, since I am married to Joseph, who is the great nephew of Rosalie Hale. Now, legends say that Rosalie Lillian Hale was born in 1915 in this very town, which is Rochester, NY to Peter and Lillian Hale. It is rumored that she is the most beautiful girl ever to walk the earth. When she turned 16, she was so beautiful that every man would stop and stare. Many suitors came to woo her, but they were turned down by either her strict parents, or she herself. Then one day in 1933, when Rosalie Hale was 18, she met Royce King III. Royce King III became infatuated with her, and after a few weeks, proposed marriage to her. Rosalie agreed. Every girl was jealous of Rosalie. Then one wintery day in 1933, she disappeared without a trace. Royce King III soon turned dead a few days later. We don't know what happened to Rosalie Hale," replied Mrs. Hale. "Some say she died. Some say she ran away. Some say she became a ghost." She eyed Edward. I gave her the death stare.
"Now, off to class. I've scared you enough. Get these slips of paper signed by all your teachers and bring them back by the end of the day," replied Mrs. Hale, handing us slips of paper. Then, she shooed us off the class. I kept wondering what Rose thought of the story.
Edward
We went into the front office. This is the best time of all the times I've been to high school. That's because my Bella is with me. The lady behind the desk was in her 40s. On her desk said Mrs. Hale.
"Yes, are you the new students here?" asked Mrs. Hale. Oh my, oh my! Mrs. Hale's internal voice screamed. I saw her heartbeat increasing as we approached her.
"Yes, we are. I am Isabella Swan, and over there is my brother Jasper Swan and my sister Rosalie Swan. Over there is my adopted siblings, Edward, Emmett, Alice Cullen," my Bella replied, repeating the story. We didn't use Hale anymore.
"OK, here are your schedules," replied Mrs. Hale. No, too young! Mrs. Hale chanted to herself. She tried not to looked flattered. My schedule matched Bella's, since we were both pretending to be freshmen.
"Excuse me," replied Rosalie. "Are you related to the Hales?" I hope no one recognizes me. I came to this town many years later hoping no one does. I wonder if she is related to my human family?
"Why do you ask? What do you know of the Hales?" asked Mrs. Hale. What? What does she know of the Hales? No, Susan, don't. Try not to think. Try not to think about them. Maintain a blank face. She chanted to herself. She eyed us suspiciously, all while trying to maintain a blank face. I tried not to laugh.
"I've heard of them," replied Rose. Of course I've heard of them. I was a Hale. Edward, are you listening? I curtly nodded my head.
"Yes, I am. I am married to Joseph Hale, grandson of Matthew Hale, who is the son of Andrew Hale, who is the brother of Rosalie Hale," replied Mrs. Hale. "Have you heard of Rosalie Hale? Her story has become a legend." I wonder if she...oh well.
I noticed Rose was trying not to smile or show signs of recognition. Of course. My brother Andrew. He has a happy life and not me. My story is a legend? Wow! I must lie. "No, Mrs. Hale," she lied. But I do know them.
"Well, I will tell you the legend of Rosalie Hale. Legends say that Rosalie Hale existed. I believe those legends, since I am married to Joseph, who is the great nephew of Rosalie Hale. Now, legends say that Rosalie Lillian Hale was born in 1915 in this very town, which is Rochester, NY to Peter and Lillian Hale. It is rumored that she is the most beautiful girl ever to walk the earth. When she turned 16, she was so beautiful that every man would stop and stare. Many suitors came to woo her, but they were turned down by either her strict parents, or she herself. Then one day in 1933, when Rosalie Hale was 18, she met Royce King III. Royce King III became infatuated with her, and after a few weeks, proposed marriage to her. Rosalie agreed. Every girl was jealous of Rosalie. Then one wintery day in 1933, she disappeared without a trace. Royce King III soon turned dead a few days later. We don't know what happened to Rosalie Hale," replied Mrs. Hale. "Some say she died. Some say she ran away. Some say she became a ghost." She eyed me. You are beautiful. You are nice. I saw Bella give her a death stare. She quickly averted her eyes.
I noticed Rose saying in her head, hmm...no one thought of vampire. Well, the story is factual enough. Except I did not become a ghost. I guess I did run away, in a way. But I'm technically dead.
"Now, off to class. I've scared you enough. Get these slips of paper signed by all your teachers and bring them back by the end of the day," replied Mrs. Hale, handing us slips of paper. If i shoo them off, then I won't have to look in those beautiful amber eyes. Then, she shooed us off the class. This was going to be a long day.
