CHAPTER FOUR

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

DISCLAIMER" DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

"I can't believe this!" A loud screaming from the hallway pulled me from my deep sleep. I buried my head further into my pillow. It was too early in the morning for this kind of noise. My alarm didn't even ring yet.

Suddenly, I heard my door burst open and the same loud voice screeched, "I can't fucking believe this!

Bella, get up! You need to hear this!"

Ugh, this was just perfect. Rosalie's voice could be really loud when she wants it to be. I didn't know her long, but still, I would recognize that voice anywhere.

I groaned, burrowing my face under my pillow. I didn't know what time it was, but it was still too early for me and I could really be a grouch in the morning.

Somebody yanked the pillow off of my head and tugged at my shoulder. I resisted, but the other person was much stronger and they successfully got me to open my eyes.

"Rosalie," I moaned, closing my eyes again. The sun was streaming through the window, making the room extremely bright. It hurts my eyes just to look at it and Rosalie's hair didn't help either. The rays of sunlight were bouncing off her golden locks and straight into my eyes, making it more painful still.

"Bella, you won't believe this when you hear this!" She shrieked, close to my face.

"Ugh, Rosalie," I whined, pressing my hands over my ears, "can you quiet down? And I heard you for, how many times it had been.

Now, what's going on that you couldn't tell me when the time was more appropriate."

"Bella, don't be like that." She said, her tone hurt, "seriously, I thought that you would like to know what's going on."

"I do, now what?" I asked, reluctantly sitting up, rubbing my eyes tiredly and trying to get used to the sunlight. "What has you screaming at --" I hit the button on my talking alarm clock, listening to the time, "at frickin' five thirty in the morning!" My voice rose an octave higher at the end.

"Calm down," Rosalie said, her voice miffed, "it's really important."

"What then?" I asked, exasperated. Why can't she just tell me already? I was getting extremely irritated.

"It's Alice Cullen," she said, her voice getting mad again.

"Ugh, Rosalie." I groaned, flopping back on the bed, "not this again.

I came here just yesterday and this feud thing between you guys has already gotten to me. It's so stupid!"

"Yes it is," Angela's voice came from the doorway. I didn't realize she was standing there all along.

"She came in and woke me too, Bella," she continued, walking into the room, "and over her sleeping arrangements, too."

"Well," Rosalie snapped, "what am I supposed to do when Alice Cullen, Alice Cullen, is my roommate?"

"What," I asked, sitting up again, "you guys are roommates?"

"Unfortunately," Rosalie said bitterly.

"But, didn't you find out yesterday?" I asked, really confused.

"No," she snapped again, "I didn't find out until five minutes ago.

Alice Cullen just walked in about ten minutes ago like it was her own place.

So, naturally, I asked what the hell she was doing in my room and she just said that it was her room, too. Apparently, she wasn't there last night because she was at her brothers' suite with that Tanya girl, partying or something.

When she came in, I spazzed out. She acted like that whole dorm room was hers. That girl has to be the most annoying, stuck up person I've ever met."

"I thought Tanya was worse," Angela said wryly, sitting on the end of my bed. "Speaking of which, where is Tanya?"

"She's at Edward Cullen's." Rosalie said, a mocking note in her voice. "Doing God knows what."

"So, what are you going to do, Rosalie?" I asked, really curious about what she would do.

"I don't know," Rosalie wailed now, the situation catching up to her again. "I have no idea what to do.

I really can't believe the school would do something like this. Putting me and Alice Cullen together. It's like putting gasoline and fire or something."

I laughed at her weird comparison. "But, can't you ask the school to switch roommates or something?"

"The school doesn't let you do that," Angela explained, "you have to stay with whoever you got."

"That's really stupid if you ask me," Rosalie fumed. "Why can't I get a single room like Angela …" her voice trailed off.

Then she snapped her fingers, "I got it, Ang. I can room with you." She said, sounding excited.

"What?" Angela yelped, jumping up. For this early in the morning, I was surprised at the speed of her movement.

"You can't do that Rosalie.

My room is so small already, and there's no extra bed for you or anything. It would be so cramped and everything."

"Come on, Angela." Rosalie whined, "just for one night, if it doesn't work out, then fine, I'll take Alice Cullen."

"Fine," Angela said, not sounding happy. "You owe me for this, Hale."

"Sure thing," Rosalie replied. She sounded much happier now.

With the problem solved, Rosalie began relaying the whole tale of the incident. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. I was drifting in and out of the conversation. I wasn't really sleeping, just in twilight of my mind.

Finally, the alarm on my bedside rang shrilly. "Oh, it's time to get up, Bella." Rosalie sang.

I sat up again, rubbing my eyes. Seriously, my first day at the Academy was not starting out as I planned.

Rosalie and Angela said good bye to me and left, Rosalie grumbling about the fact that she would have to face Alice Cullen again. That girl could really complain.

I hurried to get dressed and make myself presentable. Usually, I just threw on anything I laid my hands on, but today was a different case. I wanted to make an impression, so I took extra time to pick out my outphit.

When I was done, I ran the brush through my hair with long strokes before grabbing my backpack and hurrying out the door. I would meet Angela and Rosalie at their rooms. I heard a shrill pitched scream from somewhere. Not Rosalie again, I thought, sighing.

When I got to Angela's door, Rosalie and Angela was already waiting for me. "Oh, so it weren't you who screamed then," I commented.

"Nope," Rosalie said, "by the sounds of it, I think that was Tanya."

"Not kidding?" I asked.

"Nope," she said again, "I know what you mean, though. That girl has a set of lungs on her.

But I want to know what she's screaming about."

"I don't," said Angela. "We better get a move on, the teachers aren't really very accepting for tardiness on the first day."

We hurried down to the lobby to get our schedules and such. I sucked a deep lungful of the fresh morning air. Even though it was only about eight, the sun was already beating down stiflingly. I had to close my eyes against the bright rays, it was lucky that I remembered my cane this time.

"Hey, Ang," I said as we walked, "I don't have my schedule or anything. How am I supposed to know where I go?"

"No worries," Angela said airily, "I have your schedule right here.

Didn't you remember I said that I'm here to help you? Well, I got everything covered."

"But, Ang," Rosalie said, sounding confused, "she's not going to have all the same classes as you. How can you help her then?"

"Well, that's a problem, I guess." Angela said worriedly.

"Guys," I said, a bit annoyed, "I'm not that helpless you know. I can help myself and be independent and that stuff.

So stop worrying. If I need any help, I'll just ask."

"Ok, Bella," they said in unison.

"But, seriously," Angela said, "if you need any help, just ask and everyone will be glad to help you. After all, you're like the first blind student here, so everyone will jump over themselves to help you."

I didn't like the sound of that. Of me, being a novelty at the school. But I didn't say anything.

"Anyway, can I see my schedule?" I asked holding out my free hand to Angela. "I want to see what classes I have."

"Um," she muttered, she sounded uncomfortable. "Well, the thing is. It's in print, and I don't have a Braille copy.

I'm sorry."

"Oh, Angela. There's nothing to be sorry about. Just read it to me or something. I'll memorize it."

Angela began reading off my schedule and Rosalie began commenting on the teachers that I was going to have. Apparently, the English teacher was a loser and didn't know what he was doing. But I noticed that Rosalie didn't throw any insult at the music teachers or anything.

"Rosalie," I began, "what's your talent? Why are you here?"

"I'm a dancer," Rosalie replied simply. "I do all kinds of dancing. Tap, hip-hop, ballet."

"I should have known," I muttered. Rosalie's figure was fit for a model and it was so graceful.

"Ooohhh, Bella, you have English and Trig and History with me." Rosalie said excitedly.

"Cool."

"Hey, door Bella." Angela said before the door could clip me in the head. I would really need to pay closer attention, but this damn sun was making me blinder than I already was.

"All right, Bells," Angela said, "this is here where you have to go off on your lonesome."

"Good luck," both Angela and Rosalie said, giving me a squeeze. So I started to go off to my first class, which was French.

I remembered vaguely where the class was from the tour that Angela had given me yesterday. If I just followed this hallway down here and turn right at the end, I would be fine. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I suddenly crashed into something bulky and rippling with muscles.

The force of it should have knocked me over, but my reliable cane went to my aid. I felt my cane slip in between the person's legs and the grip hit the their groin. The collision force made the force much harder and I felt my hand brush against something that I would not rather mention.

The other person, a boy, let out an ear splitting shriek, which sounded extremely like a girl's. I felt my face burn bright red with embarrassment.

"Owww!" The guy kept saying, hopping on the spot. "Oh, man. Oh, man."

I heard laughter all around me. Catcalls and whistles rang around the hall. I think I've set a new record for the color red on Earth.

Oh my God. This was not the way I wanted to make my first appearance in this new school. I was so mortified that I wanted to crawl in to a hole and die, but of course, what I wanted never happens when I want it to.

"Emmett Cullen! Shut up this instant!" A loud voice that seemed to even pierce through the crowd's laughter yelled. "Can't you see that she's embarrassed.

Now shut your mouth and let the girl be."

The voice seemed to move closer and closer to me as she spoke. The girl sounded very familiar to me for some reason. And then, the name sunk in, Emmett Cullen. Oh no, this was not good. If this huge guy was Emmett, then he could beat me to a pulp if he wanted to. And I had just hit his balls, which must really hurt, so he has every reason to get mad. God, I was dead for sure.

AN: hey hey yall,

Man, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while, a week I think. To be honest, I was just lazy and didn't want to write this chapter, so sue me. LOL. I don't know what you guys think about this chapter. The beginning was kind of slow, but the end was hilarious, don't you think. This really did happen to me and it was the most mortifying moment of my life. Seriously, I'm not kidding. It might not seem that funny or embarrassing to you guys, but trust me, with everyone around staring and laughing and stuff, it makes the whole situation worse. Plz review this chapter. I really do need feedback on my chapters before I can update. Tell me if you thought this chapter was good, crappy or funny or anything. If you do, I'll ask Edward to give you a kiss. OOHHHHHH, LOL.

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You don't have to read this but I thought I'd mention it. I went to see this movie premiere with my teacher. It's called Blindsight. It's about this blind woman who took her six blind Tibettan students to climb a peak next to Mount Everest. The first blind man to climb Mount Everest, Erik Weihenmayer, climbed with them too. I just think that it's amazing that these people could do that. You guys should really check it out. It's worth your while I tink.

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