Emile's Nghtmare14
I practically ran to ninth period, AP Natural Science. I stopped at my locker and grabbed my stuff, not really checking at what I was actually taking. I rushed through the now empty hallway, stopping only a sec to catch my breath in front of my door. I turned the golden knob and walked in. Fortunately for me, Mrs. Gibson my teacher wasn't in the room yet. I quickly walked to the back of the room and sat down next to Matthew.
"What took you so long?" he asked me as I sat down.
"Family Conference," I whispered to him.
"It wasn't bad was it?" he asked.
I looked down at my stack of things I had brought with me, "No, this is horrible," I whined.
He looked taken aback, "Was it really that bad?" he asked.
I looked at him questionably, then recited what he had asked and my answer, "No, not that. That went pretty well actual. I didn't get yelled at, and you have to come over on Sunday. Besides that, I took my French book out of my locker instead of my Science one. You don't think I could go get, do you?" I asked hopefully. Before he could respond, Mrs. Gibson walked in the room, carrying a box. "Didn't think so," I murmured.
"We could share mine," he offered.
I smiled graciously at him, "Thanks Matthew." He looked taken aback, but quickly over came it. The class began, and I paid attention to what she was saying. "Wait, why do I have to go to your house on Sunday?" Matthew whispered. I snickered and began to write him a note.
My punishment is to help Alice with her Greek project that's due Monday.
I carefully slid him the note, making sure the teacher wasn't watching. I heard as he scribbled a response.
And that's bad, because… why?
He slid the note back to me. I read it and smiled.
Let's just say that Alice's projects get a bit out of control. This one involves dress up.
I slid the note back to him. I heard as he sucked in his breathe.
Dress up?
This time he didn't pass it, I read it. I gave the slightest shake of my head.
Fine, but I have church on Sunday. It'll have to be later. Unless you want to come.
I've never actually been to church before I don't think any of us have seen we've been turned. Edward thinks that we're lost souls, but I didn't think so. Whenever people would ask, we would say Anglican, because that was what Carlisle was before he turned, or sometimes we would answer Lutheran, because that was religion Bella's father Charlie belonged to when she was human; not that they practiced the religion or anything like that. Yet, it would be interesting to actually go to church. I knew Matthew was expecting an answer, but I wasn't able to give him one then, because Mrs. Gibson called on me.
"Ms. Cullen, the answer," she said sternly.
"Light travels faster in air than it travels in water," I answered without hesitation. She looked taken aback that I answered correctly, seeing that it might have looked like I wasn't paying attention. She nodded and went back to teaching the lesson I had already heard before.
"So, what do you say? Come with me to church on Sunday?" Matthew asked me as we left the class. I hadn't been able to answer him since Mrs. Gibson had begun to spontaneously ask me questions.
"Maybe, I'll have to ask Carlisle, and don't you have to ask your parents first?" I questioned him.
He shrugged, "My parents probably wouldn't care so much that I bring a girl to church," he said calmly.
"Ah, but let's see if they have a problem with a vampire girl," I whispered, and then looked at him questionably, "they do know I'm a vampire, right?" He laughed and nodded.
Math was pretty boring, as always. I mean I've studied the quadratic equation like four times already, so I didn't do anything in this class. I pretended to listen, as always, but I was really just staring at the clock. I wonder if I move the clock so that it hits 3, how much trouble I would be in? I shook the thought out of my head I was in enough trouble already for using my powers today, no need to add any more.
"Bye Liana," I waved good bye to her as I wove threw the student body, to get to the parking lot. School was out, finally. I wasn't looking where I was going, and accidently bumped into someone. I dropped my books, and theirs. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I said automatically. I looked to see who it was, and there standing in front of me, was Matthew's sister, Clara.
"Watch where you're going leech," she whispered in my ear as we bent down to pick up our stuff. Clara was in the Ninth Grade, and she was tall. She didn't look anything like her brother, the exact opposite. She had a much darker skin color than him, and her almost blond hair was super straight. Her eyes weren't green, but a hazel color. I stopped and stared at her, her hazel eyes mocking. She was taunting me, and we both knew it.
I shoved her books into her, "Here you go, pup," I snarled at her.
"At least I'm alive," she retorted. I snarled at her, and glared. I gave her a low growl so that she could hear me. She stepped back, and looked at me mockingly.
"You won't be for long, bitch," I whispered. She emitted a low growl, not as terrifying as mine. I could feel myself tense and move in to a stance, ready to pounce on her. She suddenly turned, a little paler; I didn't have to wonder why. I felt a cold, stone hand on my shoulder, telling me to calm down.
"Not now Emily," I heard Jasper whisper in my ear. I loosened and stood up straight.
"What, you letting your sibs do your work for you?" she mocked. I felt myself ready to leap at her, only to be stopped. Jasper had his arm around my waist; Edward was now in front of me, one hand on chest, the other on my shoulder, both of them holding me back. Edward looked at me directly, blocking my vision from the now sneering Clara, "Emily, don't do this. You have to control your anger. Think about what Carlisle's done. Everything he's worked for," he whispered to me. He was right, if I attacked her, someone would see and everything would get hectic. We would have to go away, again and probably live in Antarctica for a couple years till everything settled down. Sighing, I went back to standing. Edward let go of me, and Jasper took his arm from my waist, but he didn't let my shoulder go.
I didn't know Emmett was there till he talked, "You better get moving along, pup," he snarled at her.
"Emmett down," said Edward, then he turned to Clara.
"He's right, you better go. Remember Clara, don't mess with us. Emily could have easily taken you down, had we not been here. Next time, we might not be here to save your life," he warned.
Emmett snorted, "Not that it's worth saving," he muttered. Edward glared at him, shutting him up. He turned his gaze back to Clara, who was staring at us.
"What ever," she said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
She started to leave, but not before she left me a warning, "I'll be watching you, vampire girl, and your little clan too. Oh, and stay away from my brother," she warned as she left.
A/N: Yeah. I've noticed that I haven't put a disclamer up in a while, so I'm just going to write this one for the rest of the story.
Stephenie Meyer owns all of her characters and you know which ones.
I own my characters, again you'll know which ones because they aren't in Stephenie Meyer's books.
Rebecca, Maggie, April and Victoria own themselves because they are real. Me owning them would be like slavery and that's illegal here in the US. Besides, I don't think they'd be too happy if I owned them.