I do not own any Twilight characters. I only own the plot to this story.
Today was Monday, it was also my first day back at school. Normally I would be filled with dread but after spending a whole day trying to avoid my mother yesterday, I was just looking forward to getting out of the house. Emily had called yesterday to tell me that some of the boys are in my grade so I won't be completely alone. Not that I expected them to talk to me.
I dragged my sorry butt out of bed and over to my closet. I knew it was a little cold outside because I had forgotten to close my window last night so I looked for something that would keep me warm. I pulled out some black leggings, a grey and light teal nike hoodie, and some grey tennis shoes. I don't like dressing up much and I really wasn't in the mood for it on school days, so I just try to go for casual. After I got dressed and braided my hair I went down stairs to eat a quick breakfast.
Once I had washed my dishes I grabbed my backpack and walked out to the car. My mom had started it about 3 minutes ago and was waiting for me. I guess she wanted to get out of the house too. It only took about 10 minutes to get to the school, which was both good and bad. It was good because I could get out of the car faster, it was bad because I wasn't fully awake yet. My mom dropped me off by the front doors of the school and then drove away. Well, it was now or never.
Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and made my way through a small group of students, who stared at me the whole time, and walked to the front office. The lady behind the desk was nice enough, but she looked really busy and didn't really explain how to navigate my way through the school. So now I had a schedule and no clue how to get to the classes on that schedule. Just great.
Just as I was about to find some courage and ask some stranger for help I heard my name. "Violet! Hey. Emily told us you would be starting school with us today," one of the guys from Saturday, Jared, said as he, Paul, and a girl I had never seen walked towards me. "Um yeah. I'm actually kind of glad you guys found me. I have no idea where any of my classes are," I really hated to tell them that but I wasn't going to just walk around lost. Then the girl next to Jared spoke, "That's fine. We can show you around today. Here let me see your schedule. Oh, I'm Kim by the way." I could already tell I was going to like her. "That would be great, thanks. I think my first class is calculus," I said already knowing that class was going to suck. After giving her my schedule I learned I had a class with each one of them so I wouldn't be alone at least.
The rest of the day actually wasn't horrible. With the exception of art. I can't draw to save my life and the teacher acted like all of us should be as good as Picasso. Thankfully that was my last class so when the bell rang I practically ran to my locker. The whole time Kim was following behind me laughing, although I didn't see what was so funny. When I got to my locker I was putting my books away when she said, "Seriously, I have never seen someone leave a room that fast, well a room that wasn't on fire!" At this I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore and said, "Technically it was on fire because that teacher was Satan, and Satan lives in Hell, and Hell is a burning pit of fire." At this she just started laughing harder and was in tears by the time we went to met the guys outside.
When we got there they all raised a questioning eyebrow at Kim, making another round of giggles start up. At that I explained, "Kim here thinks it is funny that our art teacher is a demon. And she finds my non artistic ability quite hilarious." At that point she had calmed down enough and jumped in to defend herself. "Hey! It's not my fault that you can't draw. And besides your facial expressions were priceless!" Just as she finished talking my mom pulled up in the parking lot and suddenly all the dread I should have felt this morning came crashing down as reality struck. I had to face my mother and even school couldn't save me now. I started walking to the car saying bye to everyone and looking everywhere but my mom.
After I had shut my door I figured I should be the first one to break the ice. "Hey mom. How was your day?" I really hoped she was going to talk to me today. And then she did the last thing I thought she was going to do. "Oh. So you wanted to speak to me today. Well my day was just fine." It literally felt like she had hit me with a brick. But instead of getting my feelings hurt I got really mad. How dare she? After all of the crap she has put me through? She is mad because I didn't talk to her for one day?
"Are you joking right now? You have got to be joking, mom." I mean seriously how shallow was that?
"I honestly don't see how any of this is very funny, Vi." Oh my GOD! Was she seriously scolding me right now?
I knew that I was close to snapping and neither of us was prepared for it so I didn't say anything the rest of the car ride home. When she stopped the car I gave her no chance to say anything to me about what happened and slammed the car door shut. As I walked into the house I seriously wanted to throw something at my mother and I knew I needed to get out of the house. So I called the only person I could think of. Emily.