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Bird That Flies At Dawn

Matthias Stormcrow

JustcallmeRiley

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He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind. My arm wouldnt stop burning. I bearly realized I was scratching. I felt like I was staring in the eyes of a predator.
At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Edward Cullen was out of his seat. Fluidly he rose — he was much taller than I'd thought — his back to me, and he was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat. I looked down only to see blood.
I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him, did he see? -Either way he was mean- growled Maria. I began gathering up my things slowly, trying to block the anger that filled me,( Maria was right) for fear my eyes would tear up. For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency. About the only one I have that can be considered somewhat normal. the ablity that produce tears is the ability to know you arent a robot and that you alive.
"Aren't you Isabella Swan?" a male voice asked.
I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully jelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. How long do you think it toke him to do that to his head asked maria.
"Bella," I corrected him, with a smile.
"I'm Mike."
"Hi, Mike."
"Do you need any help finding your next class?"
"I'm headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it."
"That's my next class, too." He seemed thrilled, though it wasn't that big of a coincidence in a school this small.
We walked to class together; he was a chatterer — he supplied most of the conversation, which made it easy for me. He'd lived in California till he was ten, so he thought he knew how I felt about the sun. You didn't get much sun in Sunny Meadows, which is false advertising. Mike was the nicest person I'd met today and we had lunch together.-everyone eats at the same time, smart. - enquired Maria.
But as we were entering the gym, he asked, "So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that."
I cringed. So I wasn't the only one who had noticed. And, apparently, that wasn't Edward Cullen's usual behavior. I decided to play dumb.
"Was that the boy I sat next to in Biology?" I asked artlessly.
"Yes," he said. "He looked like he was in pain or something."
"I don't know," I responded. "I never spoke to him."
"He's a weird guy." Mike lingered by me instead of heading to the dressing room. "If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I would have talked to you."
He'd flirt with anyone- complained Maria. I smiled at him before walking through the girls' locker room door. He was friendly and clearly admiring. But it wasn't enough to ease my irritation considering, i just realized what Maria said.
The Gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didn't make me dress down for today's class. At home, only two years of P.E. was required. Here, P.E. was mandatory all four years. Forks was literally my personal hell on Earth but with rain.I would think hell was all fire- Maria informed me.
I watched four volleyball games running simultaneously. Remembering , just now, I have never played any sport before, including volleyball.I felt faintly nauseated.
The final bell rang at last. I walked slowly to the office to return my paperwork. The rain had drifted away, but the wind was strong, and colder. I wrapped my arms around myself.
When I walked into the warm office, I almost turned around and walked back out.
There stood Edward,in his glorious form- maria interjected. I recognized again that animalistic bronze hair. He didn't seem to notice the sound of my entrance. I stood pressed against the back wall, waiting for the receptionist to become free.
He was arguing with her in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up the gist of the argument. He was trying to trade from fifth period human anatomy to another time — any other time.
I just couldn't believe that this was about me. It had to be something else, something that happened before I entered that room. The look on his face must have been about another aggravation entirely. Maybe he lost his phone or he was having a fight with his parents. It was impossible that this stranger could take such a sudden, intense dislike to stuff happen- said Maria.
The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gushed through the room, rustling the papers on the desk, swirling my hair around my face. The girl who came in merely stepped to the desk, placed a note in the wire basket, and walked out again. But Edward Cullen's back stiffened, and he turned slowly to stare at me , his face pale, as if he was afraid of me. For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms. He knew. The look only lasted a second, but it chilled me more than the freezing wind. He turned back to the receptionist.
"Never mind, then," he said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." And he turned on his heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.
I went meekly to the desk, my face white for once instead of red, and handed her the signed slip.
"How did your first day go, dear?" the receptionist asked maternally.
"Fine," I lied, my voice weak. She didn't look convinced.
When I got to the truck, it was almost the last car in the lot. I sat inside for a while, just staring out the windshield blankly what will i do when Charlie finds out? Surely Edward will tell! This could have token forever to ponder but soon I was cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the key and the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlie's house, fighting tears the entire way there. Where am I supposed to go?