"If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about." ~ Gerard Way, singer in my favorite band My Chemical Romance!! Anyone reading this a MCR fan????
A/N: this story is for my bestest buddy! You know who you are!
D/C: I do not own the twilight saga Y.Y
Edward's POV:
I tip-toed down the steps. I wasn't sure why. I guess it's just because of the new foster home. I spotted Mrs. Cullen in the kitchen, reading what looked like a cook book. I slipped through the foyer, then the living room, and finally peaked into the kitchen.
"Mrs. Cullen?" I asked.
She looked up from her cook book with that same warm smile.
"Yeah hon?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure Edward." Even though I didn't really think it was possible, but her smile got bigger and warmer.
I headed in and sat on the stool at the bar.
"What do you need sweetheart?"
"I was just wondering," I paused. "Is Jasper going to be going to the same school I am? I mean, will he be in the mainstream classes, or is he in the Special Education classes?"
"Well, we were told that he worked really hard to get put in the mainstream classes at the old school, so we enrolled him in the same classes that you'll be taking." She turned and went to a small drawer next to the refrigerator. "In fact, we have your schedules right here." She pulled out two envelops, one with my name on it, and one with Jasper's name on it.
She walked over and gently pushed a second stool closer to mine and sat down, flattening a peace of paper in front of me.
"You and Jasper have the same schedule." She pointed to the first class. "First hour is Math, second is Language Arts/Reading, third is Science. Fourth, History. Fifth is Health. Physical Education is sixth and your last class is Bible Study."
"Is it one of those religion schools?" I panicked. "Jasper and I never learned anything about that."
"Don't worry hon." She chuckled and stroked my hair. "You don't worry about that. The teacher knows about that. You'll learn quickly."
"Do we have to wear uniforms?" I cringed at the thought.
"Yes. khaki pants with either a navy blue or black polo shirt tucked in with a belt" She explained. "They're very strict about the uniforms."
"I don't have any khaki pants, and my shirts aren't polo."
"Don't worry. We're going shopping for you and Jasper tomorrow." She pushed my hair back behind my ears. "You and Jasper sure do have thick hair. Soft too."
"You should see his hair in the morning!" I laughed. "It sticks up everywhere! I'm sure mine looks the same, but it's really funny!"
"Sounds like it." She laughed.
"I got another question." I smiled.
"Okay," She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "Shoot."
"When is Emmett gonna get his dirt bikes back?"
"He told you about that?" She smiled.
"Yeah."
"If his grades are up when we get his progress report, he'll get them back. But if they're not, he has to wait until the report cards come out. And sense this is the last trimester at school, he wont be able to put off getting them up or he won't have them back all summer."
"Do you think he'll have them up by then?"
"I'm sure he will."
I smiled at her. Then, both our heads turned towards the door in the kitchen that lead to the garage at the sound of an engine.
"Is that Dr. Cullen?"
"Sounds like it."
I starred at the door like it held the secret of life. Finally, then engine cut off, and the door opened.
Dr. Cullen was tall, like Emmett, and had blond hair that covered his ears. His eyes were dark, like mine and Jasper's. He wore khaki pants and a dress shirt with a tie.
"Hey baby." Mrs. Cullen got up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi honey." He smiled at her. I liked the way he looked at her, like she was the most important thing in his life. You know what I'm talking about, that look newly weds in movies give each other right when they say 'I do'. In a lot of the foster homes Jasper and I were in, the husband treated his wife like a servant, and neither of us liked it.
"Come and met Edward." She took his hand and they both came over to me.
"Well, hello their Edward." He smiled.
I smiled back, and stuck my hand out to shake.
"Hello. It's nice to met you." Mrs. Travor always said 'people don't want rude kids'. I chanted that over and over in my head.
He shook my hand.
"Firm grip." He complemented.
"Thank you."
"Jasper and Emmett are upstairs." Mrs. Cullen explained.
"Well, let's go up and met the little guy." Dr. Cullen smiled at her again.
