The first thing I did when I arrived back at my house was run up into my room and collapse on my bed. I wanted to die. Literally, I just wanted to find a gun and shoot myself in the head. The quicker the death, the better. The reasons behind this were the following:
#1. Tiffany. How could she be so beautiful, yet so intolerable? Who knew, but I am counting how many hours a day I have to spend with her and its all ready up to five hours. Five! That is just way too many, but it's the correct amount of Tiffany I will be receiving this year. I have Biology II, Language eleven, History, Government and PE with her each day. At least Government I will only have with her for a semester. Thank goodness! The others, well I will just have to get use to her smart remarks, and try to come up with some awesome comebacks myself.
#2. How was I ever going to be myself without people judging me? It wasn't possible that was for sure. No student at Forks High was ever going to try to get to know me. I admit to it being mainly my fault, but still how can people be that low? Just because I'm slightly different doesn't mean I carry this disease around that infects you with my "weird" sense of style. How can people be so cruel?
Ok, this is what happened during my Government class.
I sit alone in the far back. I am the new student it's expected from me. So the teacher asks me to come up and introduce myself to the class. The teacher says to:
my name.
the students where I came from. (As if I was an Alien or something.)
3. Why I moved to the dinky Forks.
People then began bombarding me with questions. I was sort of flattered, then uncomfortable about all the attention.
Next thing I knew, Ms. Tiffany must have been feeling the attention focused on me, started asking me questions.
"Why do you wear black? Is it the in thing in London?"
Or she asked. "Why do you paint your nails black?"
Suddenly the class started to become aroused and amused with the questions. I went back to my seat in a hurry. The teacher started to settle the class down and my face was beat red in embarrassment.
After the class I heard many people around me snicker and whisper. Tiffany had started a trend, how wonderful. I was now the laughing stock of the school. The European freak, as they put it.
That was the rest of my horrifying day. It was even more awful then I had thought it would turn out to be.
I sighed. I couldn't dwell on today. I had to face those students once again. Tomorrow. The word echoed through my muddled brain. I would have to go back tomorrow. Of course my parents were going to make me.
I remembered back in London. How I was idolized by my looks. Forks was definitely strange compared to London. Annie said that Americans aren't as conservative as the British. My best friend was right. Americans are obese, conceited hooligans. They weren't all, but a lot of them in Forks were.
I decided the best way to vent was through my best friend Annie. So I started up my laptop and went to my e-mail. I starting writing Annie…
"Oh Annie I miss you! Sometimes I feel like to curl up in a hole and shrivel up into nothingness. Yes, that is how bad America is, and its not even the second day of school yet! It's been horrible! This day has been like an episode from, 'My Life as a Teenage Girl.'" Which is a reality show back home. "The girls are the worst, Annie. They are so obnoxious and very conceited. A lot of them are unsure of what they want, so they torment you just to fit in. All this makes you want to deck them. And the crazy thing is that if I do ever deck them, I get a three-day suspension instead of an hour-long lecture from my parents and the Principal. How absurd is that!
"The only nice people I have met today have only been guys…and one girl. Oh Annie, this guy I met today has the dreamiest pair of eyes I have ever seen! They are like this metallic grayish-silver color! They are so beautiful and his face is handsome. No to mention he one of the nicest guys I have ever met…well at least in a long time. That's the nice thing about Forks…all the amazing guys. They are so handsome and muscular compared to British guys…NO offense to Henry." Henry was Annie's boyfriend.
"Any who…there is nothing else great in Forks. Scratch that Ann…the view out here is to DIE for! It just like London, as in the weather I mean. There is more land and space to breathe in fresh air though. I will send pictures of the house. You will just wish you could come visit me! Hehehe… And maybe I will send you pictures of Peter (the one with the memorizing eyes)…that's if I get to know him just a little bit better. (wink wink). I doubt that it will happen though.
"Well best be off Annie McDeedy. Hope you enjoyed my especially long e-mail about my day in the dreadful Forks High School. Please e-mail back Ann!"
I signed as, "You dear old friend stuck in Forks, Wendy."
The next day at school wasn't as bad. I was surprised that I actually got up considering what took place the day prior. Peter, Greg and Dani helped me out a lot. They helped me through the rough parts of the day, especially with Tiffany.
I dressed in a whole new outfit; hoping people might like my style. I chose my gray thin shirt ( and purple vest along with my dark straight leg denims. I also wore my black converse high tops and my short black beaded necklace.
"You really need to show me your wardrobe!" Dani exclaimed. "I just love everything you wear!"
"Thanks." I blushed timidly. "My sister, Rose and Alice are both into fashion. Alice is more of the flashy type, where Rose is more conservative and modest. They always torture my sister Bella and paint her toenails and dress her up." I giggled. "I heard Bella's wedding wouldn't have been as elegant and well put if Alice wouldn't have taken the lead."
"Sounds like Alice is a doll." Dani commented.
"Oh she is. Would you like to come over today? I can drive you home. Oh please, Dani! My parents would just love you!" I begged. "Plus Alice would just dress you up as well and send you on your way! She loves doing it!"
"I am dying to see the Cullen house that has been in Fork's history for centuries." She admitted.
I was confused by her statement. I thought this was the first time we had bought the property. I let it fly, leaving it at a mystery. "I guess I would love too."
"Oh Dani!" I shrieked. "Thank you!"
'What is going on?" Greg asked as him and Peter joined us in the hallway before last hour.
"Oh, Wendy just invited me over." Dani smiled.
"To the mansion. Man I would kill to see that place!" Greg boomed.
"Well one of these days you guys should come over." I thought. "How about a week from today? So my parents can have time to settle down a little. Only you guys though." I warned. "I am not into a huge scene." I laughed.
"Promise." Peter answered.
Wendy sighed in relief. Later that day Dani did come over and Alice just was overjoyed with her presence. He exact words were. "Oh, a new sweet to gobble up!"
My Mother, when Dani came to our new home, loved her as well. Dani was shy, yet did speak up in conversations with my mom and sister.
"I wish you could meet my other sisters." I sighed as I reached into the gallon bucket of ice cream that we shared up in my room. It was Vanilla Bean.
"Your mother and sister are very pleasant." Dani added. "I bet the others are great."
"Oh yes. But watch out for Alice when she does pedicures. She can be cruel to your toes." I laughed.
We both cracked up and kept mowing down the ice cream.
"I miss my friends at times. You remind me of my friend, Bernadette."
"You are the only friend I have had this year." Dani admitted.
"You are my only friend that I have met too…along with Greg and Peter of course. I am hoping you will be my closest friend." Dani nodded and smiled big. "You seem to know Greg. He is great right? And SO cute." I smiled.
Dani nodded and blushed. "He is so polite. I have had a crush on him for years." She groaned. "Yesterday was the first time I talked to him in a long time. Isn't he dreamy." She rolled over and stuffed more ice cream in her mouth.
"I was more into Peter and his metallic silver eyes." I admitted.
"I can totally see you guys getting to know each other more." She winked.
"Not with Tiffany in the way." I growled, irritated by her name.
"Tiffany? Are you kidding me? Peter hates her guts. I can see he is into you more than his cars." Dani chuckled.
"Really?" I held hope.
"Go for it. Even ask Greg. He's got a thing for you."
"Hmmm." I thought it over. When they were to come over next week I would be sure to flirt beyond my limits.
"So who are your friends back in London? What were their names?" Dani asked curiously.
I grew excited and reached over to my small self that was against my wall. I pulled a photo album from there. I flipped to a group picture.
"There is Annie, Bernadette, Collin, Henry, William, Ben, Jacob, and Camille." I showed her.
"Camille is beautiful." Dani pointed out.
"She was never a friend." I sighed, saddened. "Annie told me the moment I broke up with my boyfriend because of the move, Camille was all over him. They went out for fish and chips that same night." I laughed. "I guess you could say that Jacob didn't have much of a heart either."
"Jacob is the one you dated?" Dani's mouth dropped. I nodded. "You can do better with Peter. For one, Peter is gorgeous. Another he HAS a heart." Dani shut the album. "Yeah." She laughed. "Peter is just better." She reassured me.
Suddenly someone rapped on the door.
"Come in." I called. My brother walked in. "Hello Jasper."
"Dad is home. He would like to meet your friend." He said before closing my door.
"Why is everyone in your family have outstanding beauty?"
"I have no idea. I am the ugly duckling compare to them." I joked.
Dani glared. "Sure, Wendy. I think you look just like the rest of them." She rolled her eyes as we gather our glutting utensils and gallon bucket. We headed down the stairs to the den of my father's.
"Welcome to our home." My father flashed his brilliant smile. "You must be Danielle I presume. How do you do?"
"Just fine." Dani said shyly.
"It's good to know that my daughter is meeting new friends quickly." My father sat at his desk.
"I am glad I met her. Like your family, she is very kind and generous." Dani gazed at the pictures hung in the office. "Are these paintings of your ancestors?" She asked curiously.
"Oh, yes." My father cleared his throat. "That is Carlisle, my descendent, and Marcus, Cacius, and Aro his friends. It is dated about over three hundred years ago."
"Wow." Dani murmured observing the painting closely. "He looks just like you." She stated.
"Yes." My father leaned back in his chair. "Just another relative look a like. There are many in my family."
I studied my father's face. There was something different about him. His facial expression were a lot deeper than what he displayed. He was acting peculiar, more peculiar that other days. I was distracted somehow by this.
"Well it is getting late." I announced. 'I better get you home." I told Dani walking toward the door. She followed me.
"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Cullen." Dani waved.
"Like wise." My father smiled as he closed the door behind us.