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As I walked into the office, the overwhelming scent of old people, stale coffee, and cheap perfume, hit me like a ton of bricks. Not a lot of people know this, but I am terrified of getting old, getting wrinkles. That is my worst fear and it all started when I went to a party at Jessica Stanley's. You see, it was her 7th birthday. (This was when we were friends still) her 100 year old great grandmother, decided to visit. She looked exactly like my grandma did before she died. White hair and blue eyes that were slightly clouded over. She decided in her old senile age she wanted a hug, but unfortunate she forgot her glasses, and came toward me for a hug. I screamed and ran for my dad, he said, laughing at me.
"Bella, give the nice lady a hug. It won't kill you" chortling, some more. The Brute.
"But daddy!" I started but couldn't finish, for the scary lady was still after me. She was catching up quick, for an old fart. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. You would think she would realize I wasn't Jessica a few times around the house, with me screaming, "I'm Bella!!!! GET AWAY YOU CRAZY LOON!!!!!!! "(Hey I was 6 and there were not a lot of insults I could use, with my dad there.)
When finally Mrs. Stanly was finally able to tackle crazy lady. I was in tears begging to go home. Needless to say I and Jessica haven't ever been friends since. And I realized my fear of old people, and turning old. I'm always afraid they're going and try to give me a hug. You're all probably trying to figure out how all this fits in with dying and aging. Well, as I saw her wrinkles, and saw she really had no clue what she was doing, I didn't want that to end up being me.
So I started reading about things with eternal life and stumbled (literally, the librarian forgot to shelf a vampire book and I tripped.) on to vampires. They have fascinated me for a long time. And yes, I am the kind of girl who enjoys a good vampire romance. I don't believe they exist but, I have always wanted to be one. I do tell Charlie, and every one at school they're real, though. Just to freak them out, I enjoy messing with people's minds.
But, anyway back to the present. At least some things haven't changed. Mrs. Cope's still here. With her larger than normal frame, green eye, grayish/ whitish hair and wrinkly skin. She was about 65 (not that I've ever asked…), and has been working on her romance novel for the last 10 years.
"Hello, Isabella," she says in her croaky voice, no doubt induced by prolong smoking. "Here's your new schedule."
AP math- 1st block
AP biology- 2ndblock
AP History- 3rd block
Lunch/ study hall- 4th block
AP English- 5th block
UA gym- 6th block.
"Nooooo," I groaned to myself. Gym, the world's way of the jocks and the poplars make fun of the smart people.
And with that I put on my big girl pants, walked into my AP math class sat down and looked up into the eyes of the most beautiful boy in the world. Too bad he's a vamp.
SORRY!!!!! I have had a super busy week and then I forgot ALL about fan-fiction. I want at least 5 reviews before I update a gain, k? oh, and I have a poll, please check it out!!~ ET
