I don't own Twilight or Spiderman. I do own a poster of Tobey Maguire though.....
I awoke with a start with Aunt May shaking my shoulders. "Bella, you need to get up school today," she told me happily. I looked at the clock six AM, it was just too early, I doubt even humans get up this early.
"I am up Aunt May," I told her, the opposite of her own mood.
"You should be excited about your first day at school Bella, your father was the same as you, you know?" Well this was certainly news to me, I made a mental note to ask him why he didn't like school, and I doubt it's for the same reasons of me.
My room was just like dad's personality, he had blue wall paper with little white spider webs dotted all over it in intricate patterns. On the walls hung posters of people he admires like Einstein, his book shelf was extensive and held many scientific books, he also had a large computer in the corner by the window that looked over to the house next door with the boarded up windows.
I got up took a shower and slipped on my dress, tights, and shoes. I looked in the mirror, and fixed up my hair. I never did care that much about my looks but I knew that mom would be proud when I send her today's picture of me. That's correct her and dad want a picture of me every day to prove my safety, and I am also guessing so mom can comment on my wardrobe. (A/N: Posted on profile, I really would like some comments too, thanks!)
I fixed up my curls so they looked halfway decent and went down to see Aunt May and Uncle Ben sitting at the table eating breakfast. "Why don't you look lovely dear," May complimented me.
"Yes, but what does your father say about wearing that short of a dress," Ben was concerned about dad.
"Mom always dresses me for the day, and dad has already seen me in this dress," I told them both.
"Well you get to take your new car to school today, are you excited?" I groaned at Uncle Ben's question.
"Yep, perfect, dad said last night that it has a good safety feature, that's why he bought it for me," I said exasperated. I still can't believe that he would spend that much on a car for however little time I would be here.
I ate a quick breakfast, brushed my teeth, and headed out the door. I was nervous about today, but I figured that it would be similar to all my other schools that I had been to in the past.
My car was nicer than I thought it would be, and that's saying something, and it was no doubt about it, new. I wouldn't have found the school easily if it didn't have a large "Welcome to Forks High School" sign in the front of it.
There weren't very many people there yet, but the few people that are were just gawking at me, I didn't know that I looked that bad. I made my way to the main office and found a lady with blotchy red hair in the chair behind the desk. "Hello, I am Isabella Parker, I am new here," I told the lady.
She quickly handed me the papers, and told me to bring back my schedule signed at the end of the day. My first four classes passed without much delay, some of the teachers made me introduce myself and I cursed them mentally. I hated attention, and that was the perfect way to get it. Every time class ended somebody would make their way up to me and introduce themselves, some braver than the others. I certainly didn't like the extra attention but it was a good thing that I expected as much.
Every time class would start even when I was sitting in the back of the classroom students would turn their heads and continue to stare, I felt like I was in a zoo the entire day.
It was finally lunch and I was glad a girl named Jessica asked me to sit with her friends. She talked a lot and I could tell that she was the school gossiper, just what I needed, I thought bitterly. Her friends were nice and some were a bit overly helpful including boys like Mike and Eric. Everybody asked how I was liking Forks so far, and all I could do was lie, "It's great, my Aunt and Uncle are very nice people," at least the last part was the truth.
I could tell that Jessica was enjoying being the center of attention now; she was practically glowing from it. I could tell that Jessica was envious of my clothing, as I was hers. I met an actual nice person though, her name was Angela and I could clearly tell that she was the shy type.
That's when I saw them. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.
They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town.
They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, and angular.
But all this is not why I couldn't look away. I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel, it was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze haired boy.
They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible.
My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging. "Who are they?" As she looked up to see who I meant — though already knowing, probably, from my tone — suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest — it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath.
I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other three still looked away, and yet I felt he was speaking quietly to them.
"They are… very nice-looking." I struggled with the conspicuous understatement.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. "They're all together though — Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically.
But, if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in New York, it would cause gossip.
"Which ones are the Cullen's?" I asked. "They don't look related…"
"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins — the blondes — and they're foster children."
"They look a little old for foster children." "They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."
"That's really kind of nice — for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."
"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason was jealousy. I was about to speak out against her when she said something else that just fueled my rage against this pitiful girl.
"I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added, as if it lessened their kindness.
"You know you shouldn't judge them," she looked up at me dumbly. "I am sure Mrs. Cullen is a wonderful woman, and you just can't see past your own jealousy to open your eyes and see what kind of selfless woman would do that," I was now standing, and glared at her.
I grabbed my jacket and left the cafeteria without a second glance, I was steaming on this inside. How can someone judge a person without even knowing them? Mrs. Cullen sounds like a wonderful person, and yet I am guessing that Jessica got turned down by one of the boys in the family, and she takes it out on gossiping rumors, it's sick. Of course because I got Jessica mad I was sure to be a big topic tomorrow, even more so today. I just knew it. I groaned as I headed out to my next class.
Okay, I have now edited this chapter! All you new readers are lucky, and don't have to read my mistakes, lol! Let me know what you think of the outfit though! :)