I am back! Hey, everyone – I was gone for a long time. Horrible of me, I know, but life just got in the way. I started a new relationship (he is just fantastic 3) and I started college! So it's all be pretty exciting.
However, after forever I started checking all my stories and I realized that I seriously needed to start writing some more and updating. I've been slacking like crazy because – I especially got lazy during the summer.
But I decided to get myself together and post another chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
Rosalie wrinkled her nose as she entered the school foyer through the front doors. It was definitely not what she was used to. There were large black carpets spread out so that people could wipe their feet when they came into the school. The floors were old and yellowish in colour; the walls were certainly as bad as the floor, being a dirty and faded white. Situated directly across from the front doors was a glass display, holding all the trophies that had been won by the students of Forks High School over the years. There were also several photos of clubs and sports teams. The right wall of the foyer had a door that led into the teacher's lounge, as well as many pictures of all the past principals since the opening of the school.
There were two large halls that branched off the foyer—one to the left and one to the right. There were signs posted on the wall, indicting where library, computer lab and cafeteria was.
To the left were a set of glass doors with a plaque above proclaiming: Secretary's Office.
Keeping her head held high and her back straight, Rosalie made her way through the crowd of giggling girls and tired-looking boys to the doors. She pushed them open and stepped into the office, looking around. It was small; there was a waiting room with folding chairs and a bulletin board.
Hanging on the wall was an annoyingly, loud ticking clock.
In the middle of the room was a bar with a computer set up and many baskets of paper. Rosalie could see that one was for the school newspaper, another for line paper, a third for brightly coloured sheets of paper announcing school events, and, lastly, one for what looked like documents of some sort. There were also jars of pens and pencils, a sharpener, a roll of tape, and other little handy, necessities.
Behind the bar were three desks, though only one of them was currently occupied.
A large, red-haired woman wearing glasses rose to her feet and quickly bustled over to the bar. She greeted Rosalie with a warm smile. "Welcome to Forks High School! You must be Ms. Rosalie Hale."
"Yes, ma'am." Rosalie nodded her head.
"I am the school's secretary, Ms. Cope." She introduced herself promptly, while bustling around in the basket of papers containing the document. "Aha!" She pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to Rosalie. "Here is your school schedule, dear. Your locker number is at the top." She looked behind Rosalie as if expecting more people to come into the office. "You have two brothers, right? Are they here with you?"
"Thank you, and my brothers will be coming in later." Rosalie said as she took the sheet of paper from Ms. Cope. She glanced down to look at her schedule and groaned.
Rosalie Hale
Student Number – 100499373
Locker Number – 139
1st Period—Algebra II. Building 2. Rm 219. Mr. Murphy.
2nd Period—Psychology: An Introduction. Building 3. Rm 312. Mrs. Shaw.
3rd Period—Italian. Building 3. Rm 300. Mr. Marino.
4th Period—Introduction to U.S Law. Building 3. Rm 320. Mr. Reid.
LUNCH
5th Period—English Literature. Building 2. Ms. Ramsey.
6th Period—Gym. Building 5. Gym B. Coach Clapp.
"Now, dear, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me. The first day can always be a bit overwhelming." Ms. Cope told Rosalie.
Thankfully, the office door opened and a girl walked in, saving Rosalie from having to reply to the secretary.
"Ah, perfect!" Ms. Cope said happily, waving the girl over to the bar. "Come here Ms. Mallory." She gestured to Rosalie. "Ms. Rosalie Hale is a new student; I need you to show her to her locker and her classes."
"Of course, I would be glad to help out, Ms. Cope!" The girl said with a sweet voice. She turned to Rosalie and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Rosalie, my name is Lauren Mallory. I am the head of the school committee—meaning I plan all the events and dances—and I am captain of the cheerleading team."
Rosalie studied Lauren as she shook her hand—she noticed that Lauren squeezed her hand with just a little bit too much force. Lauren was certainly pretty with her slim, toned figure and her long, corn silk, blonde hair. Her eyes were a steely, blue and her smile was as false as Kim Kardashian's butt.
"It's nice to meet you, too." Rosalie finally replied, keeping her tone calm, even and confident. She wouldn't let herself be pushed around. Sure, Lauren was pretty and, obviously, the Queen Bee at Forks High School, but Rosalie knew—and didn't doubt—that she was more beautiful than Lauren. She had also been the top of her school—back at home—and she wasn't about to let a school change stop her from rising to the top.
Rosalie would take Lauren down.
Lauren's steely eyes flashed. She could clearly tell that Rosalie wasn't going to submit to her power as Queen Bee.
"Now, now, you two." Ms. Cope interrupted. She didn't seem to have any clue that there was an unspoken battle of wills taking place between Rosalie and Lauren. "You two better shuffle along or you'll be late."
Lauren suddenly smiled again and headed for the door, motioning for Rosalie to follow her. "Ms. Cope is right. We better hurry so I can give you the tour of the school before class starts."
Plastering a smile on her face, which was much better than Lauren's, Rosalie followed Lauren out of the office.
Lauren gave Rosalie what she called the "grand" tour of the high school. The school consisted of several buildings; the main building contained the offices of the secretary and principal; the cafeteria; a small auditorium for school assemblies; and the school's library and a computer lab. Building 2 was where the Math, English and Science classes mostly took place; Building 3 housed the social studies and foreign language classes; Building 4 held the classes for drama, music, art, film, and anything of the sort; and lastly there was Building 5 for the health and fitness programs, and the 3 gyms—it was technically only one, really large gym, but it was divided up into three sections—Gym A, B, and C—and there were dividers that could be pulled out of the wall to block off each section into its own gym. Each building also had its own mini-computer lab as well as a small library.
When they finished the tour, Lauren dropped Rosalie off at her first period class just a couple of minutes before the bell was going to ring.
"I don't have time to show you around all day." Lauren told Rosalie dismissively, as she started to walk away, not even bothering to wait for Rosalie to reply.
"That's okay—I am sure you're super busy, being the captain cheerleading squad and the head of the student committee." Rosalie turned up her 'sweet girl' attitude to 100%. She had gone to a private school in Rochester for the children of rich parents; Lauren couldn't even begin to compare to the horrible, stuck-up girls back home.
Rosalie was sure that she saw Lauren twitch at what she said. However, the steely blue-eyed girl chose to ignore Rosalie, as though she wasn't worth her time, and continued walking off down the hallway. Rosalie smiled in victory—even if it was only a small win, it was still a win—and crossed her arms.
"Yo, I haven't seen you around here before. You must be the new girl." A guy's voice came from behind Rosalie. "The name's Tyler."
Rosalie turned around and raised an eyebrow as she looked Tyler over. He was tall, standing at 6'1", with tanned skin and an athletic figure. He had curly, black hair and brown eyes. Cute, Rosalie thought, but I wouldn't date him.
"Rosalie Hale." Rosalie introduced herself. She could tell by the way Tyler's eyes kept roaming over her that he clearly thought she was hot. She liked that he already thought she was beautiful—though she could do without him staring at her breasts.
Tyler motioned to the classroom door he and Rosalie were standing by. "Do you have Algebra II with Mr. Murphy?"
Rosalie nodded.
Tyler grinned. "Cool, I do too." He leaned against the wall. Students were pushing by, rushing to get to their first period class because the bell was going to ring soon. "So, where're you from?"
"Rochester, New York." Rosalie replied, while looking around. She was hoping that the bell would ring soon; she didn't really want to keep talking to Tyler.
"I've been up there, you know, pretty cool place." Tyler grinned at her. "So why'd you leave?"
Rosalie gritted her teeth. "My Dad's work."
"You don't sound too happy about that."
The bell rang.
"That's because I'm not." Rosalie huffed before walking into Algebra II for what was going to be a slow and boring math lesson.
By the time lunch rolled around, Rosalie was tired and hungry. All throughout her morning classes and, also as she was walking from class-to-class, people kept coming up and talking to her or leaning over in the middle of class to whisper to her. Everyone was curious about Rosalie—people wanted to know where she had lived before and gone to school; other girls wanted to know what type of lipstick was she was wearing, or where she had bought her shoes. All the attention was on Rosalie and she was thoroughly enjoying it.
When Rosalie strolled out of her fourth period class, she saw Tyler leaning against the wall across from the door. He had asked Rosalie what and where her fourth period class was, promising that he would come and find her before lunch so they could walk to the cafeteria together; Rosalie had agreed. In the short time she had talked to Tyler, she could tell that he knew a lot of people around the school. Tyler talked about parties that were coming up and the clubs she should definitely join.
"Hey, Rose." Tyler greeted her with a little nod of his head.
"Rosalie," she instantly corrected.
Tyler glanced at her with a puzzled expression as they started walking.
"I don't like the nickname 'Rose', that's all." Rosalie explained. At least, she didn't like the nickname coming from people who weren't her family or close friends.
Tyler simply shrugged, moving on. As he and Rosalie walked, he went on about his friends and an apparently major party that Carter Burks was holding in two weeks (his parents were going away on a business trip for work). Rosalie was only half-listening to Tyler, nodding and smiling at the appropriate intervals. Her eyes were looking ahead, all the way down the hallway, locked on the back of the head of a big, dark-haired guy; she could easily see him as he was taller than anyone else in the hallway. Rosalie kept wishing he would turn around so she could see what he looked like.
Suddenly, a tiny girl bumped into Rosalie, causing her to stumble a bit in her heels—if she fell over she would be royally pissed—and to nearly gasp in pain. Quickly composing herself, Rosalie studied the tiny girl before her; she was stunningly beautiful. She was petite, looking to be about 4'10", with pixie-like features and long, delicate eyebrows. Her inky-black hair was cropped short and spiky and her large eyes were an unusual golden colour.
Looking at her, Rosalie couldn't believe that such a tiny girl like this could stumble into someone so hard.
"Oh my, I am so sorry." She spoke in a lovely, bell-like voice. "I didn't mean to bump into you."
Rosalie wasn't too sure, but she could've sworn that just for a second the girl's eyes, as they looked her over from head-to-toe, went dazed for a few seconds, like she was watching or seeing something that no one else could. But another second passed and Rosalie blinked her eyes, seeing that the girl's unusual golden eyes were normal—or well, as normal as they could be for the colour gold.
The girl held out her hand. "My name is Alice."
Rosalie quickly looked at Tyler—he was standing and waiting for her off to the side—and then back to the girl, Alice, with her hand stretched out towards Rosalie. "Hello, Alice," she said, taking Alice's hand in her own to shake, surprised by the hard feeling of her skin and how it was also cold to the touch. "I am Rosalie."
"That's such a pretty name." Alice smiled. "Well, I hope to see you around."
Rosalie watched as Alice quickly zipped away down the hall, walking and moving so gracefully that it would break any ballerina's heart. Weird girl, Rosalie thought, turning back to Tyler.
"C'mon, let's go." Tyler said.
Rosalie nodded and followed Tyler to the cafeteria for lunch.
I'm ending the chapter there.
So Rosalie got a little glimpse of Emmett down the hall; she'll be meeting him in the next chapter. Though, she did meet one of the Cullens—Alice!
Just to let you all know, the Cullens are in different grades:
Juniors—Emmett, Edward, Alice
Seniors—Jasper, Bella
Anyway, drop a review and let me know what you think!
