She's in Love With the Boy

by mrs.cody simpson

Amy Sander used to live in her sisters shadow. Her sister has passed recently, and still she feels like a shadow. Can falling in love fix this? Moving to Forks she begins to act like herself, the her she had always hidden from people. Can Edward bring her out of her shell, and into the light? (Sorry, I know it's a sucky summery. Just please give it a chance. Edward/Oc)

3. Chapter 3

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, the amazing author Stephenie Meyer does:)

I smiled at her politely and took my seat. "I'm Jessica. It's nice to meet you," She said, smiling at me sweetly. "Amy. Nice to meet you too," I said to her then turned my attention to the teacher, as I began to take notes. "Where are you from?" "A little farther than Port Angelus," I answered, continuing to write my notes. "How old are you?" "Sixteen," I answered, "Shouldn't you be taking notes?" I was hoping that would distract her. "No, I'm okay," Jessica said as she began to twirl the tip of her hair. "Do you have a boyfriend back home?" Obviously she was the school gossip fishing for a juice story. Sorry to disappoint, I thought.

I could feel the heat racing to my cheeks, "No. I wasn't really their type. My sister Sarah always was." "Really? Well, where is she?" I sighed, my smile disappearing, "She died five months ago." Her eyes widened in shock, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. How old was she?" "Seventeen, she would of been a senior now." Jessica nodded, "I'm sorry." I gave her a sad smile, "Me too." "How did it happen?" She asked, her eyes holding sympathy for me. Didn't she know this was the reason I moved? No, I guess not. "It was a-" I started but the teacher, Mr. Jones interrupted. "Shouldn't you two be taking notes?" "I am," I said as I showed him my notebook, with already a whole bunch of info.

I could write fast, and talk at the same time, it's some sort of weird gift I guess. This is surprisingly the first time I have ever gotten into trouble in my life. Sarah would of been proud of me. Mom and Dad...not so much. Mr. Jones looked over my notes and nodded, "I'm impressed. Top student back home?" I nodded, "Yeah, straight A's." He nodded, "Then it would be wise to pick your friends who wouldn't hold you back." With that he turned and headed back to the board to continue on with his teaching. "What a jerk," Jessica said, "I'll have you know I could be a great friend." I smiled, "I know Though maybe you shouldn't irk him. Why don't you just take notes? Whatever you don't get, I'll give it to you. "She smiled brightly, "Thanks." Then, thank goodness, she opened her notebook and began to write.

I'm glad I didn't have to talk about the accident. I probably wouldn't of been able to stop the tears from coming. When the bell rang we stood up, packed our things and headed to second period. Apparently we had the same class again. She kept going on and on about the gossip around Forks High. Like I care, do I honestly look like the type of person who cares about gossip? No, Sarah was, not me. But I nodded and pretended to listen. After a while she went on and on and on about some guy named Mike Newton. "Is he your boyfriend?" I asked at the end of class.

The paper had been signed when I had first walked in, then Ms. Adams said to sit wherever and didn't teach anything. I mean, what kind of teacher is this? My teachers back home had always kept us busy. Apparently not here.