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Hey everyone! It's me, Sarah. I finally got time to sit down and type this up. As I said before, I wrote this chapter, but I couldn't upload it or type it up. So now I am. And now you're happy. Am I right or am I right? I think I'm right!
Chapter Seven
When I got home, I was interrogated. "Where did you go? What time did you leave? Let's see the ring! What did that creepy old man want?" were just a few of the many questions Alice asked me.
"Let her breathe, Alice," said Rosalie, who was quickly become my favorite of my sisters.
"okay, okay," said Alice. They sat me down on the couch. Alice was beside me, Bella was behind her and Rosalie was at my feet, sitting on the ground.
"Now, let's see the ring," said Alice, grabbing my left hand. All of their beautiful faces were consumed with a look of confusion.
"Did you say 'no?' " Asked Rosalie.
"No," I said, "I said 'yes.' I just cannot stand wearing rings, so he got me a chain, too." I showed them my ring on my necklace.
"It's a beautiful ring," said Bella.
"I saw you gazing at it. That's how I knew," explained Alice. Alice couldn't see Jacob, so therefore, couldn't see me most of the time. In fact, she probably can't even see my future since I will be spending eternity with him.
"What's next?" I asked.
"Where did you go?" Alice questioned.
"We went to this old playground," I said, "Jacob was telling me that he and Bella used to play there when they were little."
"I don't remember playing at a playground with Jacob when we were little," said Bella, drifting, slowly trying to remember.
"Human memories fade, love," called Edward form the other room.
"Right…" said Bella.
"Stop eavesdropping, Edward," said Alice, "What did that old man want?"
"Nothing," I said, "He just heard Jake and I running. I told him Jake was my dog."
"You called him 'Jakey-Boo.' Yes, he's still upset about that," said Edward.
"Jakey-Boo?" Rosalie and Alice asked at the same time.
"Yes," I said, smiling to myself, "Jakey-Boo."
My sisters and brother asked me other questions. My sisters had no hostility towards Jacob, but Edward… in his eyes, what Jacob did to Bella was unforgivable. Kissing her, I mean. I told him to get over it. It was thirty years ago, for God's sake! Given, Edward is kindhearted and a good sport, but he was also overprotective and liked to twist things to make it sound bad. He could make a flower seem like a threat. Especially to Bella. (Edward, the hurtful thinks that Kyra says have no influence over me. I LOVE YOU, EDWARD!)
By the time they'd stopped interrogating me, it was six AM and it was time for me to start to get ready. I excused myself and went upstairs as they carried on with their conversation. I took a shower, washing my hair and body well. I got out of the shower a half an hour later with Alice standing by the door impatiently.
"Took you long enough," mumbled Alice. I walked into my room and got dressed. I dressed in a pair of Dark skinny jeans, a gray shit and a black, zip-up hoodie. I dried my hair and clipped it up with pink, green, yellow and blue hair clips. I put on a bit of eyeliner and mascara, trying not to over-do it. I was ready. I got downstairs and saw Rosalie, Emmett, Bella, Jasper and Edward getting their school bags. But where was my pixie-like "twin" sister?
I walked over to Edward and Bella, who were putting random binders into their bags. "Where's Alice?" I asked.
"She's still getting ready," said Edward.
"It doesn't normally take her this long to get ready," said Bella, thoughtfully. Something else was on their minds. It was something that they didn't want me knowing.
"Am I missing something?" I asked, "You all seem so distracted."
"What?" asked Bella, "Honestly, Kyra, why would we keep something from you? If it were something that would keep us from staying focused, we would have told you about it."
"Exactly," said Edward, "No need for worry." Edward didn't have to read my mind to know I was worried. You could have just read my face like it was a book for retards.
"Okay," I sighed. Alice danced down the steps, gave a quick kiss to Jasper and got her bad.
"Are we all ready?" asked Alice. We all answered yes. We transferred from that room to the garage. Alice, Jasper and I got into my Ferrari and Edward, Bella, Rosalie and Emmett got into Edward's Volvo. Then we drove off to school.
- - -
It turns out that I actually have one class with my family, Jacob and some of the pack: Drama. So there I sat, Rosalie to my right, and the rest of our family to her right, and Jacob to my left, and part of the pack to his left. I sat right in the middle. My fingers were entwined with Jacob's. Rose and I were chatting intently with Alice, while Edward and Bella was talking and Emmett and Jasper were talking. Jacob was talking with his pack.
The Drama teacher walked in. She wore black dress pants and a white polo. Her short gray hair was pulled back with clips to keep it out of her eyes. She had the worst human smell possible, like you wanted to stay away from her.
"Hello, class," she said dramatically, "My name is Ms. Bowler. I will call roll. Um, Jacob Black?"
"Here," he called back, raising his free hand.
"Alice Cullen?"
"Here!"
"Edward Cullen?"
"Present."
"Emmett Cullen?"
"Yes?" my brother was clearly not paying any attention.
"Isabella Cullen?"
"I prefer Bella."
"Okay… Bella…" She wrote my sister's preferred name down on the roster. "Kyra Cullen?"
"Here!" I raised my hand that was entwined with Jacob's.
"Mr. Black, Miss Cullen. No PDA, please!" he sighed, unlocking our fingers. At this point, Ms. Bower noticed that the Cullens were sitting beside each other. "Are you five related?"
"Yes," said Edward, "We're all siblings. The Hales are our siblings, too."
"We're twins," said Rosalie and Jasper.
"So are we," Alice and I said. We got a scrutinizing look form our teacher.
"We're all adopted," we all said.
"Ah," she said. Then she carried on, reading off the roster, mispronouncing some of the names and ending with a girl named Pearl Zohn.
"Now, class," She carried on, "This year we are putting on the musical, 'Phantom of the Opera.' You all have heard of it?" the whole class nodded in agreement. I knew the movie all too well; it was my favorite. I knew every lyric by heart and I knew almost every word. Never watch "Phantom of the Opera" with me. Ever.
"Everyone is required to at least try out. And, for those of you who have never seen the real play, we're doing the movie version." This would be good for me if I got a main roll. I knew most of the lines.
"Today," continued Ms. Bower, "we will be listening to everyone's singing voices. Any volunteers?" no one raised their hands. "Okay, then, I'll just have to pick someone. Miss Cullen!"
"Which one?" Bella, Alice and I asked at the exact same time.
"Uhm… Kyra. Please come up and sing 'Think of Me,' please." Uh-oh. I could sing, it was something I did exceedingly well, but it was something I also got embarrassed about. I never liked to show off. Reluctantly, I stood up in front of the class. She gave me a sheet with the lyrics on them, although I didn't need them.
Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
Once in a while, please
promise me
you'll try.
then you'll find that once again
you long to take
your heart back
and be free
if you ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me...
we never said our love
was evergreen, or as unchanging
as the sea, but if you can
still remember
stop and think of me
think of all the things we've
shared and seen
don't think about the way things
might have been
Think of me,
think of me waking
silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
to put you from my mind
recall those days
the path of all those times
think of the things we'll never do
there will never be a day when
I won't think of you
Flowers fade,
the fruits of
summer fade--
they have their season,
so do we...
But please promise me
that sometimes,
you will think...
...of me!
I opened my eyes as I finished singing. Everyone gawked at me. I walked back over to my seat. ""Why do the Cullens have to be so perfect?" someone muttered under their breath. I sat down. Jacob stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face; it was a cross between shock, amazement and accomplishment
"What?" I asked.
"Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" he asked.
"It wasn't important," I said, amused.
"Mr. Black!" cried Ms. Bower, "You seem to be in the mood of sharing. Come up here and 'share' you're singing voice." She smiled at her own joke. Jacob sighed in defeat. "You'll be singing the second part of 'Music of the Night,' Mr. Black."
"You know, I do actually prefer 'Jacob.' You can even call me 'Jake!' I don't care!" cried Jacob. Ms. Bower disregarded his statement hand handed him the lyrics of the song. She turned on the stereo. Jacob knew the tune and some of the lyrics, but still depended on the sheet in his large hands.
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...
Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ...
Unfortunately, I have to report that I was shocked when I heard his voice. Jacob could sing. He had a very nice voice, actually. It was alluring, magnetic. I couldn't help but look shocked. I looked the way he did when he heard me sing. I finally was able to tear my face away to look at everyone else. The pack didn't look too surprised, but they still were. My whole family looked very shocked. Bella looked as if she was about to fall out of her chair.
When his song was over, he sat back down beside me and noticed my bewildered expression.
"What?" he asked.
"Wh—why didn't you…?" I couldn't even finish. My boyfriend wasn't exactly the singing type.
"It wasn't important," he quoted me.
"That was very nice," said Ms. Bower, "Both of you." She wrote something down on the paper she had. It got me worried when she beamed at us gleefully. I furrowed my eyebrows as she gave us that look.
I leaned over and whispered in Jacob's ear, "Creepy. Let's make a plan."
"Okay, then. We'll do that later," said Jacob. We grinned stupidly at each other. Rosalie sang, "Think of Me," so did Alice, Bella, Leah and some other girl Janice. All three of my brothers, Sam, Seth, Quil and some kid named Jeremy sang the second part of "Music of the Night." After everyone sang, she'd write something down. Then the bell rang and we gathered our belongings.
"That was interesting," said Jacob once we got out of the room.
"Indeed," I joked. We leaned against the wall to wait for my family and the pack.
"What do you think you'll get?" he asked me.
"Uhm… chorus line or backstage."
"No way."
"Why?"
"You only have the best voice in the whole universe."
"Thank you." I kissed him in gratitude.
"Mr. Black! Miss Cullen!" cried Ms. Bower, "I said it once, I shouldn't have to repeat it. No PDA!" she stomped across the hallway. As soon as she was gone, we kissed again.
"You'll stop by later?" I asked him.
"Of course," he said, "we have to make a plan, don't we?"
"What's thins about a plan?" asked Rosalie. We turned and saw my family and the pack standing there.
"We're going to devise a plan to take her down." I explained.
"Oh, by far," joked Jasper, "She's worse than the newborns." Everyone chuckled accept me. I suppose you just had to be there.
Yeah, I'm done with Chapter seven! Whoo! Okay. So did you love it? Did you hate it? Do you have ideas for the next chapter or the plan? Just click on my purple-blue-is friend, Pete the Review Button, over there. So, Pete… how's the wife? Kids?
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Sarah