*Disclamer* I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters associated with it.
Rumors
The girl's name turned out to be Jessica, and as we compared schedule's, I saw we had three classes together. They were all ones I didn't have Jacob in, too, so it looked like I might only be lonely for one class a day, right before lunch. Jessica was bubbly and fun with her bouncy red curls and flamboyant clothes. I enjoyed talking to her. We made random small talk, until curiosity seemed to overwhelm her. The teacher was giving us the hour to get to know the other students, so we didn't have to worry about getting in trouble.
"So Nessie, you moved from Washington? What's it like there?" Jessica asked, looking like the question had more meaning to her than it did for me. Cautiously, I answered.
"Wet. Green. Rather cloudy." She listened while looking around the room casually, then jumped right into her next question.
"So it's like here, basically. Why would you move from one cold climate to another?" She queried, giving me that same odd look. She glanced around again. Was our cover being blown already? I panicked slightly, but I hid it well behind a mask of friendliness.
"Carlisle, my adoptive father, recieved an excellent job offer here, and it seemed like a good idea for us to get experience in another place." I smiled, hoping my lie sufficed. Jessica looked at me, glanced quickly around yet again, then leaned in to whisper to me, quick and quiet.
"Okay, what's going on with your fam? All of you are adopted or what? And who was that big Native guy, standing with you outside of maths? Is he your boyfriend? He looked really into you. What about the rest of your family? Bella, you said, was your sister. Is she with anyone? What about the others?" Jessica asked looking as though these were the most urgent questions in the world. All the people around us seemed to think so too, since they stopped talking and turned to look at me. I felt unnerved. Jessica gave me a smile of apology. It seemed she was trying to avoid putting me on the spot, lulling the others into ignoring us by asking dull questions. I sighed. It seemed best to get all the questions out of the way right now, so that I wouldn't be bothered anymore.
I took a deep breath and plunged into my well rehersed lies. "Edward is my older brother, although we're in the same grade because I started school early. Carlisle adopted us when I was 11 and Edward was 12. My mom died giving birth to me" That much was true, I thought to myself, " And my father died when I was 10. Jacob, the tall guy, is not an orphan. His family has been friends with Carlisle for many years. When he found out we were moving, Jacob took the chance to see the world. Jasper and Rosalie, the blondes, are twins, and are Esme's, my adoptive mom, niece and nephew. Their parents died when they were 8. Emmett was adopted when he was 10, and Alice when she was 9. No, Jacob is not my boyfriend, Bella and Edward are dating, Alice and Jasper are dating and Emmett and Rosalie are dating." I finished my speech, and looked around to see how it was recieved. Everyone seemed somber, probably in response to how many deaths occurred for us to become a family. The silence lasted for maybe a minute before a voice I recognized, and hated spoke up. I hadn't noticed Mick, and I probably wouldn't have answered the questions if I had realized he was in the room.
"Bella's with the auburn haired duche? I doubt it. I saw them walking down the hall, had nearly a foot between them and barely looked at each other." Mick smiled as if in triumph of catching me in a lie. Too bad he didn't realize that was one of the only truths I had told. I turned away from him without answering, figuring it was best to ignore him. He wouldn't be put off that easily though. "So, tell us. Is the prego story true? Did you actually leave the states because you couldn't bear the shame of having ditched your love child like day old trash?" My breath stopped in my throat, and once again I felt the vampire side of my DNA take over as I turned to glare at him. Before I could lunge for him and rip out his throat I heard a knock on the classroom door. Everone turned to see Alice, the doll that she is, prancing into the room.
"Sorry to interrupt your class, but I have a rather urgent message for Nessie from her mother." Alice smiled sweetly, entrancing the teacher. The teacher nodded her head, giving Alice the go ahead to repeat the message. She danced up to me and whispered in my ear. "You have to calm down. I saw the boy disappear, then the class disappear, then all of them showing up bloody and dead. Then New Hampshire disappeared. The boy is jealous and insignificant. Ignore him. Make your parents proud. Make Jacob proud." She leaned back and smiled at me. She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and danced out.
I saw what I could have done in my head and what would have happened and shuddered. I stared at my desk, ashamed of myself. I almost exposed my family, and I considered killing humans. Unacceptable. I had been taught to revere life. All humans were special. Just like us. No life is worthless. I refocused on the class. Everyone was back to their own conversations, no longer concerned with me. Except for Jessica. She looked at me with an understanding, sympathetic look on her face.
"Mick is a jerk. Always has been. It seems unlikely that he will change soon. What did your mum have to say?" Jessica smiled at me, and I felt better. She was so sweet. Like a flower popping up in a hostile environment, bringing hope.
"My mom just wanted to say that she loves me, and that I will always be her miracle." I smile, remembering her saying that to me earlier.
The rest of class flew by as I talked with Jess, and when the bell rang, I felt reluctant to leave her. My one friend and I would have to go on without her for a while. I sucked it up, waved goodbye and moved onto my next class. It passed in a blur as the teacher jumped right into a lecture without taking role. I wrote down everything Ms. Trent had to say about religion. I found it very interesting and I wanted to ask questions, pose 'hypothetical' questions regarding those who some in my house consider damned, but she spoke so quickly that I had no chance. In the last 5 minutes, she had us write our names down on a scrap of paper and give it to her. This was our role call. As the bell rang I walked to the lunch room to find my family.
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