A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters in this chapter. I also don't own the Twilight extract/s I used in this chapter.
Thanks to.Starlightxx for her constructive critizism! Could more people do this please? I'd really appreciate it!
Ok, QUESTION TIME!
lazywriter2009
Why would Ed just come to Raven and tell everything about Bella?
Because, as I said at the beginning of the last chapter, Edward told "Raven" about Bella incase the others (the Cullens) decided that by telling her about Edward and Bella would explain Edward's mood and also Edward felt better after telling "a complete stranger".
jessieleerox
Is Alice gonna like constantly have to keep Edward out of her head?
Well, yeah, Alice does, but because Edward doesn't bother much with reading peoples minds anymore, she's not to careful about it…
milkdoesthebodygood
Did you write all the lyrics? They are really great!
YES! I did actually write all the lyrics used in my story. I love writing songs and poems, and I also have this thing about using other peoples songs, so I thought I would make up my own so it would fit perfectly with the chapter! And thank you for the compliment!
Smy.D
Are all the rest of the family going to learn about Bella first and when will Edward find out and what will he do?
Ah! But you shall have to wait for the up coming chapters to find out!
Are the werewolves still in La Push?
One hundred years ago, the cold ones left their territory. But a new one came along. This one was determined to finish off a friend of the pack's. After she had bitten their friend, the pack destroyed her. But when they came back, their friend was no where to be found.
Over the years, the pack stopped evolving into werewolves as there was no longer the threat of the cold ones. And after a few decades, it became utterly impossible for them to change.
So in other words, no.
So, anyways, ENJOY!
Chapter Nine: The New Girl
Forks High School.
It felt…weird, to be starting at the school that I had come to know so well in my short time there. Even weirder knowing that all the memories I have here will never happen again.
Something stopped me just before I walked into the school grounds. It was the monument I had watched my friends and teachers raise…but I watched from a distance. For this wasn't just any monument-it was my monument.
Isabella Marie Swan
Former student of Forks High School
An understanding listener and kind friend
1987-2006
That was what it read. My friends had fundraised for weeks to raise enough money to get this sandstone rock with a plaque on it. It also had a cactus planted next to it-just like the ones back in Phoenix.
A hand appeared on my shoulder. Alice didn't say anything but walked into the school with me before waving and heading to her first class. I headed for the front office.
"Hello," I said when I walked up to the counter, "I'm Raven Nightwing. I'm a new student here…"
"Mhmm," replied the office lady, distracted, "here's your timetable, map, school information sheets and a slip for all your teachers to sign. Please hand it in at the end of the day. Enjoy your first day. Thank you." She didn't look at me once.
Sighing, I stepped outside and headed towards my first class after a quick glance at my timetable. It looked like I had exactly the exactly the same class order as last time I was here. Another glance. I did. Creepy.
English.
Helpful student.
Government.
Hopeful boy.
Trigonometry.
Answer awkward questions.
Spanish.
Another hopeful boy.
LUNCH!
I was so grateful to get to lunch-even if wouldn't be eating. I had forgotten how people may react to me. Or maybe I had hoped that some sort of primitive instinct would ward them off. And since I didn't have the heart to tell them to go away, I was stuck with them-just my luck.
And when I walked into the cafeteria and saw Alice and Rosalie beckoning from the table they were sitting at, I gave a sigh of relief and excused myself from the admiring and gossiping crowd around me. Alice and Rosalie giggled as I sat down between them. Jasper and Emmet were gafforing and Edward was…well, just Edward, though his eyes were faintly amused.
"Like the first time all over again," whispered Alice, low enough so the others couldn't hear.
"Definitely," I breathed back. I thought I felt Rosalie stiffen slightly beside me and Edward look at me with curiosity, but when I checked Rosalie was telling Emmet off for something he did in class and Edward had gone back to staring at nothing.
Near our table, someone had set up a portable radio and started to blast out the current song playing;
Feeling awkward, much,
Walking done the crowded corridor,
Listening to the gossip
And knowing it's about you!
The new girl
The one that just moved here
The one that everyone stares at
That everyone wants to know!
The new girl in town.
Smiling
And making polite conversation.
Not wanting to talk
But not having the heart to turn away.
The new girl
The one that just moved here
The one that everyone stares at
That everyone wants to know!
The new girl in town.
New school
New rules
New friends
New teachers
New girl…
The new girl
The one that just moved here
The one that everyone stares at
That everyone wants to know!
The new girl in town.
The new girl in town
Is the new girl.
I groaned. I knew that if I was still human I would be blushing. Even though the other students didn't know it was my song, the ones that mattered, the ones I sat with, knew. And that was embarrassing.
Ladies and gentlemen, that was Violetta's latest, The New Girl, currently ranking at the top of the charts. Great choice folks. Don't forget to book tickets for Violetta's concert in Washington-it's only three weeks away! Stay tuned to find out how you could win free tickets for you and four friends to see her live!
I winced at the radio announcer's voice and the sudden rise of gossip of who was going, how people getting there and someone even boasted of having a backstage pass to see Violetta herself. I smiled at that one. I never gave out backstage passes-for the obvious reason.
Alice, Rosalie, Emmet and Jasper all started laughing again and even Edward smiled slightly and the chaos that now surrounded us.
The bell rang and everyone began scrambling for their classes. One of the hopeful boys, Mitchell, came up to me and offered to walk me to my next class. I looked behind me, noticed the others had already left, and nodded. So Mitchell walked me to Biology.
When we stepped inside the room, Mitchell walked to his bench looking wistfully over his shoulder. After the teacher had signed my slip, I walked to the only available seat and sat down with grace I had never possessed in this classroom before.
"So, you have this class as well," stated a velvety voice beside me.
I turned with surprise to see Edward, sitting there. My dead heart swelled. It almost felt like old times.
"Yes," I smiled, "are you any good at this?" I questioned, nodding towards the board, where today's work was written.
"Naturally," he replied. I knew this, of course-it was exactly the same lab we had first done together. I noted that his voice sounded a little sad, as though…he…remembered?? I quickly squashed that thought-it was enough to be friends with him, I consoled myself.
"Alright, get started," announced the teacher.
"Ladies first, partner?" Edward asked. I looked carefully at his face, wondering what was making him so…relaxed? Happy? More himself?
"Or I could start, if you wish." His smile faulted and I realised I had taken o long to answer.
"No," I assured him. "I'll go ahead."
I quickly adjusted the microscope, already knowing the answer.
"Prophase."
"Do you mind if I look?" he inquired as I was about to move the slide. His caught mine to stop me. I felt an electric shock go from him to me, just like the first time he had touched in this room. But this time I didn't move my hand. His hand there felt…comforting, reassuring, as though my body was trying to tell me there's still…hope? I quickly stopped that thought-whatever my body thought, my mind couldn't.
But still I didn't move my hand, and neither did he. When I looked at his face, it was less harsh than it had been the last few days. Slightly embarrassed, I looked down and slowly took my hand away. It felt colder than normal where he had been touching it.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. He quickly glanced at the microscope. "Prophase." He changed the slide and after a quick glance pronounced it "Anaphase."
"May I?" I asked
He smirked a bit while I checked the microscope, even though I knew he was right.
"Slide three?" I held my hand and he placed the slide into my hand. I quickly changed it and pronounced it "Interphase." He took a swift peak, agreed with me and continued. We continued like this for the rest of the period, only giving one word answers to eachother, while Edward's eyes burned with curiosity and pain that made me want to tell him that it's me.