I don't own Twilight, but i do own a new rock band 2! and a camera, and a new ps3... and more... haha
Sing Me to Sleep
Chapter Five: Hidden Agenda
"Where were you," I asked Alice when I reached her. "I looked all around for you."
"Sorry, must not have noticed you before," she said in an offhand tone. Then I noticed how she was positioned.
Alice was bent down between two bookshelves and at the sound of my voice, she'd jumped up into a standing position, reminding me of a little kid whose parents had caught her hand in the cookie jar before dinner time.
"What are you doing," my voice inquiring and slightly suspicious.
"Umm… nothing just getting a book for some light reading." Alice quickly picked a book off the bottom shelf near where she was squatting moments ago.
Before she could object, I snatched the book out of her hands. "Rosa Parks: A Biography," I read from the book. I lifted a single eyebrow, knowing full well that Alice would never read about Rosa Parks unless it was absolutely necessary. She despised history- that's why she and Angela were always talking during Global. Plus, let me not forget that she didn't do light reading. In fact, I was pretty sure Alice Brandon hasn't read a book for pleasure since middle school- if that.
"Yeah, I decided to switch it up a little, ya know, for fun and all. Yay," her voice trailed off by the end of her words.
"Huh," was all I said in response. Alice knew that I was aware that she was lying. Clearly, she was up to something. I didn't know what it was, but I was sure of the fact that she couldn't lie to save her life.
We walked out the library doors after checking out her wonderful books. At least she got the book that she had originally come here for. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her glance down at the Rosa Parks book, and I just knew she was trying to find a time to return it.
"So, was that Edward Cullen you were talking to before in the library?" Alice tried to sound indifferent, but failed miserably.
And now I knew why Alice was acting so weird.
I wasted no time in getting to the point. "Were you spying on me?"
"Well, no… I," she stuttered. "Oh, alright, fine. I saw him coming near you and I thought about the football game on Friday, so I hid so I could see if anything would happen. But then you guys started waking and then I couldn't hear what you two were saying. I tried moving closer, but obviously, you caught me. Unfortunately, I have no idea what you guys were talking about." Alice's face fell. "So, what were you talking about?"
I laughed at her absurd plan. Only Alice could come up with that. But secretly, I was glad she didn't hear what I'd said. She wasn't supposed to know about how my heart ached to return to Chicago. Alice was a new friend here, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings because of the truth. It was just better if no one knew. I began to faintly regret telling Edward about it. I mean, after all, I didn't know him at all. I guess that was part of the reason why I'd told him in the first place. I wouldn't be hurting his feelings because we weren't close. Edward was a neutral person, someone who had asked a vital question and in which I held no ties to.
"Nothing important." With that I dropped the conversation as we walked down the hallway to lunch with Alice supplying most of the conversation.
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For the rest of the day, my mood had withered slightly. It was difficult for my mind to focus on school since it kept drifting over to my confession with Edward. What was going to happen now that he knew? Maybe it was better to try to avoid him, to keep him from talking about it with me; after all, the last thing I wanted was to make him feel obligated to have a discussion with me about the whole thing. That would be horrible.
But as I kept thinking more about it, another solution to the problem began to present itself. Was there even a point to worrying about it, like I was doing? It's not like it could be used against me like blackmail or anything. It wasn't that kind of secret. But it was something personal, something no one else knew about. And now, as a result, I felt as if I was completely exposed, like there was nothing to hide, no mystery whatsoever to me. I was like an open book for all to see openly. I wasn't sure if I liked it all that much.
Currently, I was stationed in my bedroom, like I was every night after my family and I had dinner. And here I was, once again staring out my window at the cherry trees that lined the street. It was odd how soothing gazing out at them could be. Maybe it was something to the contrasting colors of the dark brown assorted bricks of the houses that made up my street to the bright cheerful pink that was starting to form a blanket on the surrounding ground. Or perhaps it was just the serenity, the flowers themselves floating to the ground in the slight breeze. I have no idea. But I liked it. It let me really think.
Dinners here had been the same, and tonight was no exception. Mom and Dad were falsely cheerful, as usual- trying to hide any problems that our family could possibly be having. I stayed silent in my seat, eating my food and talking only when asked a question. I didn't like how they were barely ever home anymore. We weren't a family anymore, we were broken now; fragments and pieces of what was, laying around because no one was picking up the pieces.
Abbey just went along with it. She didn't want our family fighting; what she wanted was all to be well with everyone. I felt bad for her, too. She didn't deserve this. She should have parents that were actually there, not walking around, pretending everything was perfect. Abbey had years left here, after all she was basically a child. I, on the other hand, was basically grown up, only having another year left before leaving for college.
I heard a tap on my door. "Bella?" It was my mother, Renee.
"Yes." My answer was dull with barely any warmth. I huffed out a breath of air as I slid my eyes away from the trees to my mother standing in the doorway.
"I need you to run out to the store. We need milk. Abbey just drank the last of it and there's none in the outside fridge.
I loved how there was no question to it, no "Bella, could you please?" or "if you're not doing anything important at the moment". Lately, well more specifically, ever since we moved, my parents aren't the same. They work more, pay less attention to Abbey and I both.
I grabbed my keys off the dresser and pushed past my mother. "Yeah, sure."
"Oh, and some ice cream, too," Renee hollered from behind me.
Nothing's the same anymore.
I'm so sorry i didn't update sooner, but i had a death in my family on christmas day, which sucks royally, so i've been away for the funeral and such. there also was no internet for me there anyway.
so anyways, i hope you guys liked this chapter, so PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! it would mean bunches to me cuse it hasn't been the greatest holiday for me...
but HAPPY NEW YEAR!! haha i should probably go to bed right now seeing as its 4:37 in the morning..
Starrynight630