I smiled and rolled my eyes, and stopped suddenly. Dad rolled his eyes and said, "He'll be back shortly." With an all telling look.
"Who, the pup? Yeah, he's makin use of the woods." Emmett sounded.
"Emmett, can you at least try to sound like you have a little decorum?" Dad voiced sternly.
"What?" he said holding his hands up, in gesture.
Mom started shaking her head and said, "Let's just, see about the lockers." She turned and headed down the long hall reading her paper. I couldn't help but look out the entrance, "Come on Nessie, he'll catch up." Rosie said, with a pat on my back. I reluctantly followed them.
"Ok, locker's are, 146 and 148 blue hall" Alice said as she skimmed her schedule student info box, and then leaned over Jasper to check his.
"Blue hall 142 and 144, I hope these are top locker's" Rose said as she read from the two schedules she held in her hand.
"Sweet, looks like we don't got to wander far, to find each other" Emmett said with a grin.
"Appears that way, blue hall, 150 and 152" dad said, taking my mothers hand.
I didn't remember seeing the word blue at all on my sheet, I searched it again and sighed then said, "Green hall, 118." I looked up at them, in time to see my parents turn to look at me. Rosie stepped back to me and gently took hold of my sheet.
"Yep, green hall." Rosie said in agreement.
I had the sudden urge to deck her and tell her to back off, like, who was she to confirm for me, like I didn't know what I was talking about or was somehow confused about the color of the hall, she just made me feel like I was helpless, like a little kid, or something. I looked at her sharply and jerked my paper away, "I got it, thanks" I said roughly and pushed past her.
I crunched the sheet in my hand and quickly made my way past the others, this was getting ridiculous. Babysitters in class, babysitters outside of class and now I had them reading for me, all of them were simply hounding me, my jaw tightened as I gritted my teeth making my upper jaw soar. Why couldn't they understand that I am a proficient girl? I quickly turned the corner and kept at my high paced speed, due to my seething resentment of Rosie's last actions played upon me I was a little out of it, when I was jerked to a halt, and spun around.
I stared angrily, only for a split moment into the golden eyes that glared down at me. When I saw my dad's angry expression, my resolve died quickly. My dad was one of those people that you could tell his mood through his eyes, He was almost always smiling, but when he was mad, you could read it in his eyes, so you know he was royally irate when all his facial features signified the emotion he was feeling at present.
"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I haven't any idea what the problem is here, and to be perfectly honest I'm not relatively concerned with it at the moment. First and foremost, when your mother or I address you, you respond, is that understood?" he asked severely. I hadn't even heard him call me, or my mother; I was a bit confused by that, and looking at him I knew he wanted a response, not trusting myself to speak I simply nodded.
I have never handled being reprimanded well, which is not such a big problem considering I can count on one hand how many times I have actually been reprimanded, but in any case whenever it happened, I would normally, sad to say, burst into tears, and it appeared that this time was no different. I couldn't look at my dad, again I felt embarrassed about my behavior, I was angry with myself for getting so uptight, and upset with myself still for not knowing the cause of my tantrum. The tears were streaming down my face , and they tickled my cheek slightly, dad still had me by the tops of my arms so I couldn't wipe at my face, so I craned my neck slightly so that I could wipe my face on my right shoulder. Dad released my arms and wrapped his around me, pulling me into a hug. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck when they were free.
"I'm sorry" I said through low hiccoughs'.
"Calm down Renesmee, your fine love, just calm down" dad whispered into my hair. He began to sway slightly and the movement helped calm me, I took a deep breath, and sighed against his jacket. I felt dad kiss my head and then heard him speak again calmly, "Your behavior back there was inexcusable. It was actually quite deplorable; you've never displayed that kind of behavior before. Rose was quite hurt by your abrupt 'attack' on her." He said still swaying gently to soothe me.
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me" I voiced raggedly. Dad gave me another light squeeze and then pulled me back from him, "That makes the lot of us" he said, with an offered smirk. I used my sleeve to dry my eyes, my dad would have offered me his handkerchief, yes - I know he still carries the little things, but he didn't have one on him today. They are really hardly ever used, you know considering that everyone in the family is, well, dead and all and the bodies functions are no longer issues, well except for mine, but again, I hardly every cry, so…. After swiping at my face with my sleeves, dad cupped my face and used his thumbs to remove the moisture I had left behind. I hiccoughed again and gently placed my hand on his cheek, expressing how truly sorry I was to him. He gave his all famous smirk and pulled my wrist down slightly so that he could kiss the palm of my hand. "I know sweetheart" he said gently, before kissing my head again. He stepped back a little and then asked if I needed the restroom, I told him no and then he steered me back the way I had stormed from.
"Where were you headed anyway?" he asked a bit comically, I think he was trying to lighten the mood.
"No idea" I said with a shy smile. When we rounded the corner, I could see my family farther down the opposite side of the hall I had taken, aunt Alice, uncle Jasper and Mom, were all at there lockers, examining the inside of them. Aunt Rosie stood facing one with her arms crossed, and she really did look sad, Uncle Emmett was massaging her shoulders over her jean jacket and whispering into her ear. As we approached them, I didn't stop at all before throwing myself at Aunt Rosie and hugging her tightly. She let her arms down and hugged me back tightly. "I'm sorry" the words were muffled by her hair and jacket but she heard me well enough. "Me too, sweetie. I'm sorry, I hurt your feelings." She said patting my back.
"You didn't it's just, me" I said stepping back and straightening my top. Aunt Rosie smiled at me and pushed my hair back behind my shoulder. Alice then took that time to step up with her bright smile and say, "Well, guess what 'Ness' Emmett debunked those other two lockers and their both empty, which means we can probably get your locker moved to over here with ours".
"It's probably a grade level thing." I said lowly. Just then I noticed I was no longer holding my schedule; I looked around me and didn't see it, I looked back up to my dad who was just now opening his locker, "I think I dropped my schedule back there", I said in a small voice.
Dad looked at me and then back down the hall from where we had just come, turning back to me he said, "I'll go check", but I stopped him fast saying, "No, it's ok. I can go do it. I'll be right back." I said as I started backing away, and then turned to walk quickly back down the hall. Rounding the corner I saw my crumpled schedule lying on the floor just a few feet ahead of me. I walked over to it, picked it up and tried to smooth the damage my grip had done. It seemed like a lost cause, soon I gave up, sighed and puffed at my bangs, I noticed up on the wall a green hanging sign with white letters, declaring the hall the 'GREEN' hall. Though looking around it, it was more than obvious the hall wasn't green but gray. There were plenty of lockers sure, it must be a typo or something, but then again that's kind of a serious typo. I walked up to the set of lockers I was standing by, '96', '98', '100' and they were still progressing up, I looked back at my schedule and to the student info box, Green hall, locker 118. I walked the distance up the hall to my designated locker. I counted all the way up to the far end of the hall, where my top locker resided. Well, there was a pro, I guess, having a top locker. It was a center locker to, like smack dab in the middle of the long row, of lockers.
Stepping up to the lock, I read the combination to myself and concentrated on spinning the number dial, first right to '22' than left to '13' and then back right to '27'. I didn't even really need the combination, considering I could here the 'chinks' when the right notches passed by the pointer mark. I lifted the latch and with a slight tug pulled the door open.
Inside the locker on the back of the door, was a mirror, it seemed to be glued to the door, cause when I tried to pull it off with little force, it wouldn't budge, so no magnet there. The inside had a small shelf that divided the small space into two halves, and on the inside walls were stickers. A lot of "Girl Talk" stickers, all that described any other girl but herself, 'Diva', 'Princess' that kind of stuff, but other then that it was empty.
It was at that moment that the school bell sounded, she winced, she had failed to notice the bell was right behind her and slightly to the right. The once peacefully quiet hall was then being filled with the loud sounds of teens and their complaints, whether of how boring the class had just been or how much worse the next one was going to be, the idle chatter grew to a dull roar.
I tried to press myself closer to my locker as people started making their way around me, a lot stopped at their lockers to trade out books or to just talk with their locker neighbors. I stepped back and went to close my locker, a swift glance in the mirror had me halting that, and all I could do was stare at what I saw in the little mirror that hung on my door.