Far Away
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Far away
I'm far away
For far too long
I keep dreaming…
You follow me, I won't let you go
I'm far away, far away
I'm far away for far too long
Far away
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Chapter 4: A New Day, A New School
This is going to be like kindergarten all over again, I thought, pulling into my parking spot directly beside a silver Volvo that I clearly recognized from somewhere. But where…
I looked through my window into the window of the silver Volvo curiously, and to my shock, saw the Cullen I had yet to be introduced to, sitting in the driver's seat. I quickly got out of my truck, and rushed away. Doctor Cullen may have said that his son was just mad that day, moody, if you will, but I certainly didn't miss the glare that he had shot me, with all that hate, demise, from just seeing me one time!
I rushed into the front office, noticing everyone's eyes on me as I did so. Oh, great, I was obviously the campus' gossip. I opened the office's door, to find a single lady in the room. She had gentle eyes, bright, red hair, and a kind expression. She nodded to me silently as I entered.
"Isabella Swan, I presume?" She questioned, giving me a genuine smile.
"Bella, actually." I corrected, wondering how many times I would really have to say that today. I'm betting a dozen, at least.
"I have your schedule here, as well as a slip for each of the teachers to sign, and a map for you. I've already highlighted your classrooms; every period is marked with a different highlighted color, to make things easier on you. On the back of the map I but a key to the colors- red is first, blue is second, orange is third, fourth is yellow, and so on. Now, better not be late on the first day, Bella." She said, handing me two sheets of paper, one very colorful and the other on a plain yellow piece of cardstock paper.
"Thank you," I said, nodding at the woman before leaving the office and quickly heading toward the room highlighted in red. And joy, first class of the day was Algerabra II, my worst subject.
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The classes sped by in the same fashion all day. I would give my teacher a slip and show them my schedule, they would briefly introduce me (to my horror), and then I would sit by someone obsessed with me and not answer their questions or say a word to them. Instead I would doodle on my notebook, then when the bell rings, practically run from the room. I just hope Tori is having a more interesting day than me… and hasn't got called on three times for not paying attention.
And now, it's time for lunch. I am currently sitting at the smallest round table, drawing a picture in my beloved sketchpad I received from my mother, and eating an apple. It was really very peaceful, until, that is, Mike Newton, Erik Something, and Jessica What's-her-face, sat down in the unoccupied seats at my table. I quickly shut my sketch pad and set it in my lap. I then stood up promptly, ignoring them completely, and threw my apple core away as I walked out the door. Yes, that was the plan, but on the was out the door, I, of course, tripped on thin air. There was a chorus of laughing, that I decided to ignore, as I helped myself up and continued out the door. Such much for a great first day without being noticed.
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It was finally my best subject, Chemistry. I was one in a small handful to arrive early, so I quickly walked up to the teacher, and showed him my schedule.
"Ah, Miss Swan, please hand me the permission slip." A short, bearded teacher with glasses commanded. I quickly obliged as more and more students began entering. He signed the slip in a messy twist.
"I will be your Chemistry teacher, so nice to have you. Now, the only unoccupied seat would be on the second row of desk, second to the front. And sit in the left chair." He told me. I nodded and quickly took back my schedule and the signed sheet, as I went to my seat, trying not to bee noticed, but failing miserably.
I didn't notice who I was sitting next to until I sat down and saw a movment out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see the Cullen who I still hadn't gotten the name for, next to me, staring at me creepily. I turned back towards the board immidiatley, hoping he would stop watching me. But the bell rang, and he still continued to stare.
Completely ignoring him, I began doodling on the corner of my notepad for this subject. I noticed his gaze went to the doodle, so I shut the notebook rather loudly, and placed it on the desk. I saw the teacher and everyone else look at me in turn, but I mouthed 'sorry' to the teacher, and he obviously decided to let it slide. Lucky me, I thought, watching him start the lecture back up.
I still felt his stare on me as I gathered my things before the bell rung, and was out of the room before anyone else; curse me, tripping on the way out the door, earning a chorus of laughs. The people in this school have obviously never seen a girl trip before.
I was about to get up when someone offered me a hand. I looked up to see the Cullen who seemed to hate me, offering to help me up. I grudgingly took his hand, and was surprised to find it freezing cold, as Tori's have been, but I didn't make a big deal out of it. My face showed only blankness as he helped me up, and I am so glad that no emotion shows on my face… usually. I never show happiness, but to Tori with a small smile, but I do show sadness, depression, all those emotions that bring you down.
"Thank you." I muttered, once on my feet. He nodded.
"Sorry I didn't get the chance to introduce myself the other day… my name is Edward Cullen. And you Isabella Swan?" The unnamed Cullen, now known as Edward, asked me.
"Bella," I corrected. That's fifteen times so far in one day. And that's five times tripping in one day. But besides that… why is he being… (?)Nice(?) to me?
I looked up into his eyes, big mistake. They had completely changed from the gold-black shallow pool into a deep pool of topaz with greenish flecks. I was awed, but quickly looked away, and continued walking. I noticed he caught up with me. Oh, what, another Mike Newton? He kept his stride even with mine, so I turned to him.
"Need something?" I said, in a voice that I hadn't intended to be that cold. It sounded rude, even to my ears.
"No… my class is just this way." He told, making me feel even guiltier. I didn't make another sound. Of course his class was this way; it wasn't like he was stalking me or anything. But… his class was… PE?! Another class with him? Maybe this one he won't stare at me, though. He probably won't even get the chance though. But I have to get away from him; I can feel him looking at me from the corner of his eye. Bathroom! We're about to pass one… I'll just go in there.
I walked into the bathroom and… he walked into the boys? I went up to the mirror and glared at my reflection. Maybe if I stayed in here long enough he'd go away. I looked at my reflection. His perfection makes me look horrible next to him.
I have very fair-skinned, long, straight, dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that seem uneven to me. My face is heart-shaped—I have a wide forehead with a widow's peak, large, wide-spaced eyes, prominent cheekbones, and then a thin nose and a narrow jaw with a pointed chin. My lips are a little out of proportion, a bit too full for her jaw line, too. My eyebrows are darker than my hair and straighter than they are arched. I'm only five feet four inches tall, slender but not in the least muscular, and I am under weight for my age at 94 pounds. My fingernails are stubby because of my bad habit of when I am nervous to bite them. And my wardrobe is nothing to his or his families- baggy, long sleeved shirts and a lot of jeans and sweat-pants. Compared to the Cullen's I am far too ordinary.
And with these thoughts in mind, I headed out of the bathroom to the PE room, Edward coming out of the bathroom at the same time, and so we walked, unspeaking, together through the double-doors of the gym. Just my name is a reason for gym to be banned in all schools, nation wide.
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