Chapter 4. . .I know, I know, it's late. Please don't hold it against me!
I couldn't make my mind up about the next day. Parts of it were good, and some were bad. Most were bad. It was good that when I woke up in the morning, it hadn't started raining yet, which for Forks must be a big achievement. The day went by more quickly and more easily because I knew what to expect and when. It was more easy at lunch because I already had some people to sit with, most of which I was beginning to get to know, not just by names and faces, but as people too.
But underneath the big, good things lurked the smaller, bad bits which made my day worse just by happening. I hadn't been sleeping well, I was still slightly homesick. Mr Varner picked on me in trig when I wasn't paying attention, and I made a fool of myself by asking for the question and then getting it wrong anyway. In gym we were playing Volleyball, and I got hit multiple times, all in different spots. And the worst thing of all, the biggest, baddest one, was that Bella wasn't in school.
When I went into the cafeteria at lunch, my eyes instinctively were drawn to the Cullens' table. My eyes took in the fact that there were only four heads at the table before I really realised that it was her that wasn't at school. I tried to seem as friendly as possible, and I chatted animatedly with several people at my table, trying to act like I wasn't terribly upset that I wouldn't be able to see my angel today.
My eyes were constantly flickering between her table and the cafeteria doors throughout lunch, hoping that miraculously, she would appear and sit down with her family. Towards the end of lunch though, I was beginning to loose hope. I just wouldn't be able to see Bella today. I walked to Biology with a grim face. Although the fact that Bella wasn't here was very, very bad, there was one highlight to it. I wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable throughout Biology, sitting next to an angel from above who seemed to hate me for an unknown reason. Even though it was not seeing said angel from above that made my day so sad.
English passed in a flash. We were doing more work on persuasive writing, and this time, we were doing some partner work. Erik Yorkie, a boy from Mike's friendship lunch group, offered to be my partner. We sat in mostly silence, working slowly on a poster which highlighted some of the main persuasive techniques, such as AFOREST. Once the lesson had ended, I quickly packed away and strode quickly to the parking lot.
As I was getting into the truck, the Hales and the other Cullens were getting into a shiny Volvo, which I had heard belonged to Bella. So if Bella wasn't here, why were the rest of them driving her car?
I shook my head. I was just being paranoid. Bella was perhaps just ill, and that was just the car that they regularly took, so they drove it by themselves. I was just overreacting because they were so different anyway.
Since I knew that Charlie couldn't cook to save his life, I stopped off at Walmart to pick up some ingredients for tonight's dinner. At the checkout, the girl behind the big computer with glasses and a few spots tried to flirt with me. Needless to say, I was simply embarrassed in front of all the people queueing up behind me. At one point, I think that she even tried to write her number on a bag, but I simply started to pack my things myself and completely ignored that particular bag. I an infatuated by Isabella Cullen. Need I say more?
When I got home, Charlie was still out working, and I wanted to wait until he was home before starting to cook. I let myself in then trudged upstairs to start on homework. But before doing that, I decided to check my emails for the first time in a while. I suspected that Renée would have sent me a few since I came here too.
I turned my computer on and waited the necessary amounts of time before I was able to log in to my email account. I was right about Renée emailing me, I had five from her, two of them from today alone.
The first three were mainly the same – hi, how are you (insert several scatterbrained ideas/activities here) Phil says hi, write back soon. The last two were completely different. 'Edward, why haven't you e-mailed me back yet? What do you think of my activities? Do you disapprove, is that why? Are you mad at me? What are you waiting for? Mom.'
The last was sent two hours after the other. 'Edward Anthony Swan, if you do not answer me within the next 24 hours, I'm calling Charlie to make sure that you really arrived in Forks. Email me soon. Mom.' I sighed, and opened a new email. It was just typically mom, and specifically my mom, that would be so paranoid about their kid's safety that they might not stop to think that they might not have had time to check their emails.
So in reply, I wrote my mom a very long essay back, explaining out every detail of my very boring life to her. I also mentioned the Cullens, trying not to sound too infatuated with Bella when it came to describing how. . .inhuman they all were. Just to appease her on a health level, I told her exactly what I had been eating and the nutritional value of all of it. Once I had finished it, I felt certain that this would satisfy her about my life, for a week at least.
I read Wuthering heights a bit more while I waited for Charlie to come home. I already had dinner planned, of course, but since I never knew exactly when Charlie would be back, I didn't want to risk making dinner, then Charlie arriving two hours later. A good three quarters of an hour later, the man himself arrived. His boots thudded on the wooden floors, and I cringed thinking of the mess that would have made – a mess that I would likely have to clean up.
Charlie and I ate our dinner in a comfortable silence, apart from a few "how was your day?" questions at the start. The rest of the day was spent uneventfully. I finished off my Homework, read another chapter of the book we were reading for English, and eventually I fell asleep whilst still think of how nice it would be if Bella had been at school.
Every day of the next week, I would enter the cafeteria at lunch, and my eyes would search automatically for the dark brown hair and the pale, heart shaped face which so frequently starred in my dreams. And every day I would be disappointed. Nobody else knew where she was. I'd asked around, and apparently the Cullens/Hales would usually disappear together or in pairs. The only reason that I could think of why she was gone, was my appearance. The day that she had glared at me. . .yes, I could easily believe that it was my fault.
During every lunch, my eyes would stay pretty much glued on the doors, wishing that miraculously she would walk through the doors and brighten up my day. The rest of her family seemed perfectly fine from what I could see. If she was ill, them it was likely that the rest of her family would have caught whatever illness it was from her, right?
By the end of the week I was feeling thoroughly depressed, despite not having to worry about her glaring at me throughout biology. The feeling that I was responsible for her prolonged absence at school kept coming back, each time harder than the last.
Even though I had this worry, my first weekend with Charlie in Forks was interesting. He was gone most of the time, either down at the station or down fishing with Billy. This left me ample time to do what I wanted, namely read more of Wuthering Heights.
By Monday I had almost convinced myself that Bella was never going to come back and I would turn into a depressed Emo and start slitting my wrists (god forbid that would ever happen). My day was made even worse by the fact that it was snowing. The cold and I had never been good friends, and snow was just the end of the line. I was considering skipping school, but I didn't want to miss anything important.
When I finally arrived at school, after constant sliding around on the roads, Mike was thinking about starting a snowball fight at lunch. I made a mental note to stay inside today.
I remembered the question I wanted to ask you lot last time. Should I include some BPOV in this? I know that Twilight was written from Bella, and therefore this should be all Edward, but I think that Bella's views would be awesome in here too.
Another question that I thought of today, do you lot want longer chapters? I know that most authors' are longer, and maybe you would like longer?
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P.s Nobody reviewed the last chapter. If you don't start reviewing, I might start requesting a certain amount of reviews before I update. He he!