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White Noise

Chapter Seven: The End of Day One

POV: Edward's

By: Kari Twilight Mist (kotaxvampire is having muse issues which is why I'm finally writing this. Ironic since I've had many blocks. XD)

Edward

Jasper stood uncomfortably then muttered something and pulled out a phone and sent a message. He noticed me looking and gave me a pleading look not to tell anyone. I sat down at the table and put my head on it. I was mentally drained and I had a sinking feeling this was only the tip of the iceberg. I frowned as I felt hot. I had a feeling I should wear sunscreen next time. Damn Irish blood. I burn like a vampire in the sun. It's not funny at all. What's worse is that I'm the one in the family who does it worst. I swear something weird happened in my genes. Maybe I was mutated into a daywalker or something. No scratch that if I was a daywalker the sun wouldn't burn me. Not that being a demon that can go out in daylight sounds like a fun thing to be. I need to stop reading mythology books.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped a bit. Jasper slid some paper to me. 'My mom is bringing me a dry shirt. Should she come in?'

I took a pencil and flipped the paper to the other side and wrote, 'Yes. That would be very beneficial.' He gave me an odd look. I blinked, unaware of why he was looking at me like that.

He grabbed a new paper. 'You use big words Edward. It's a nice change haha.'

I looked at the 'haha' and felt like telling him onomatopoeia was kinda odd with Deaf people. I mean I've seen 'clang' a lot but have yet to hear what it sounds like.

'We need to put up the posters the other kids have made now.' I wrote. He grimaced but followed me to the table where they had been laid out. One by one we hung them until Jasper turned suddenly to face the entrance hall. A beautiful blond haired, blue eyed woman in a light gray pantsuit that hugged her curves without being lewd and strap heels stood in the entrance to the main room with a frown directed at Jasper. She was holding a black shirt presumably for Jasper. With her was a brown haired, brown eyed man in a blue dress shirt and black slacks and polished loafers. The man looked genuinely interested in the goings on while the woman kept eying Jasper disdainfully. I blinked and tapped Jasper on the shoulder and pointed to them. He jumped then ducked his head a bit.

He turned to the woman and said something and she responded with an even sterner look and a flattening of her lips. She then turned me and smiled with a kind expression and looked like she was asking something. I pointed to my ears and shook my head again. "Edward" was all I said as I held out my hand for her to shake. I realized she most likely was not a mean woman she was just ticked at Jasper for the vandalism.

She shook my hand and responded presumably with her name. She then put her free hand to her mouth in embarrassment then turned to some spare paper and wrote in elegant cursive, 'My name is Annabelle Whitlock. I'm sorry Jasper did this to this center. Hopefully his work here will teach him some respect for others. How was he today?'

I almost took the pencil and gave myself a lobotomy to spare the pain. I sighed and hesitantly took a new piece of paper and wrote, 'He got is a few confrontations with my sister, Alice. She's the short girl with spiky black hair. She's PMSing and…' I honestly couldn't finish. I looked up at her with a, 'Please spare me' face and she turned to take out her fury on Jasper instead. I sighed in relief.

Jasper looked chastened then defiant and finally he yelled something. Ms. Whitlock looked furious and put her finger in his face and responded with a heated look. Jasper looked defiant again but she grew sterner and he ducked his head miserably in defeat.

The man went up to me and took the paper next. 'Hello I'm John Collins.' I wondered at the different last names but didn't ask him about it.

I smiled and wrote my name back. 'What is your profession?' I asked curiously.

He looked slightly confused but wrote, 'I'm a social worker. Why?'

I smiled awkwardly unsure how to word my response. 'You are gentle. I sensed you were in a profession that required calming people down often. My father is a doctor so he is like that.'

He raised his eyebrows. 'You are very observant Edward.'

I shrugged. 'It helps me understand what is going on.' He nodded in understanding. I saw Marcus approaching out of the corner of my eye.

Hello. Who might you be? Ms. Whitlock responded and he nodded. Jasper ducked his head further. Ms. Whitlock responded and Marcus nodded. Jasper asked her something and she handed him the shirt. Bathrooms are down that hall Marcus said pointing down the hall in the hall near the guidance offices. Jasper nodded and went off to them.

I went to the water fountains nearby that area. Juice wasn't enough after being outside for so long. I felt a large hand slap my back and I yelled and kicked my leg back. I felt it get caught and I was turned around to face Emmett. 'Sorry! Sorry! Stupid move. Anyway your mom wanted to know if she needed to cool down some aloe for when you get home. You're looking pretty pink there.' he signed.

I smacked his arm. 'Jerk! And yes that would be nice.' I sighed and went to the bathroom to put some water on my face. When I entered I saw Jasper without his shirt on looking in the mirror and froze. His torso was covered in scars. They were tiny little trails of disfigured flesh rode Jasper's torso, making me wonder what would have happened to such a beautiful creature. They were obviously older having turned white in color they were like puzzle pieces all different yet so similar. His damaged skin, mauled pain, was also marked by art. A black tattoo saying 'Remember To Breathe' wrapped halfway around his ribcage, in decrepit letters.

He pulled the clean shirt on and turned to me hurriedly and I got a sense of danger radiating from him. I blushed then pointed to the pinkness on my left arm and wet a paper towel as if that was why I was there. He looked somewhat guilty then gave me a threatening look and left quickly. I patted down my skin with a wet paper towel for appearances then walked outside. Jasper's parents were waiting by the entrance and I looked at the clock and saw it was almost time to go home. I rubbed my eyes tiredly. What a day. I got my coat and went to where Alice was waiting at the entrance as well. She sent me a glare and I sighed. Today had really drained me. I waved to Jasper as we left and went outside to the parking lot. Alice walked withme to her Porsche 911 Turbo and I got in the back. I was always surprised when it was never stolen. I rested against the window and next thing I knew I was outside my large white house. Alice looked at me in the rearview mirror with an apologetic expression. I sighed and got out of the car prepared for a long interrogation from my parents.

Sorry for the long delay and the shortness of this chapter.