Dia Cullen
She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.
Wilstein High School.
Take a deep breath, Dia.
Remember, you've been looking forward to this day for years.
30 to be exact.
So you can't chicken out now.
WHS-I should start making a name for it-Wuss, no, that sounds mean. How about "Wush". Yeah. Wush. Wush is composed of many buildings. None of them were identical. In fact, none of them seemed to be constructed as the same decade as the other. There were cracks on the walls and vines growing on the sides of the older buildings. The new ones looked less battered but its beauty was not entirely significant.
I took careful steps to the door of the building Bella and the other pointed to me earlier. I clutched to my incredibly light bag tightly. What if I was going to attack on one of the students today?!
No.
I'm well-fed.
The long dark corridors are dimly lit by fluorescent lights on the ceiling-spaced unevenly from each other. There were no windows, just lines of school offices that might open up in a few minutes. A sign that said "Information" looked promising enough. I walked right in even if I knew that nobody was in. No sound. No heartbeat.
I stood with my back facing the door and tapped my fingers patiently, lightly-so as not to crumble the wooden desk. I looked around. An old black computer set turned on, an antique lamp with crystals hanging, colored paper clips, pink and orange slips of papers, stacks of envelopes-typical stuffs. The person who came in a minute later didn't surprise me. Nobody surprised me anymore.
"Hello dear," she greeted-a sweet-looking (sweet in the human sense-don't get the wrong idea) middle-aged woman.
I smiled in reply.
"I'm Miss Maud. You're new here, aren't you? The youngest Cullen?" she guessed.
I nodded.
Small towns and their speedy news coverage.
"Ah yes," she smiled at me and then a long white folder with my name written in front, "Dianara Dana Donyelle Cullen."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. It's been a long time since I heard my full name spoken-and it was a bit awkard-for me, anyway.
"What a beautiful name. Well dear," she said as she closed the white folder and scanned for something else under her desk.
She came right back up with a short brown folder with Wush's insignia at the upper left corner. "Everything you'll need is inside here."
"Thanks," I muttered.
"Oh and sweetie, please, if you can, please do drop by here this afternoon. I'd very much like to have the slip signed by all your subject teachers today ... not that you look like someone who cuts class," she sounded worried that she'd offended me.
I smiled reassuringly. "No problem, Miss Maud. And thanks."
"Have a great day in class, dear!"
"Okay. Bye," I held up my hand with my back facing her and strode out of the room.
There's a huge wide-open lobby next to the information room. It looked like it was just made about a year ago or two. If this place was sunny, the lobby would've looked spectacular-but as was all the big and little towns of England; the weather was balmy-not necessarily wet, though. And if it was sunny, we wouldn't be here, either.
I tore open the brown envelope and took out my class schedule. My first class had to be Algebra. Of all classes, Math had to start my day. I've always heard people say Algebra's easy. But then again, it's still Math. Back then, when I was exactly 15-inside and out-I used to tell my teacher of my theory of Math being made by the demons. And that it was demonic to study such hellish subject. Fortunately, she was understanding and mature enough to deal with naughty kids like me-pop quiz.
