Dia Cullen

She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.

I was literally bouncing up and down on my way to Algebra class today. No more History for me-yipee. That meant no more Mr. Smithson, too. I should've really murdered him yesterday. It would not have made any difference with Esme-either the urge or the act would have triggered that dormant volcano of hers. I hate my ex-History teacher for causing me and my mother to have a fight like that.

"You're happy today," Wyatt noticed.

I was still in such a high mood that I didn't mind him so much. "Yes. A very blessed day for me."

"May I ask why?"

Of course you can, Wyatt. But don't get used to it.

"My older brother Edward made Ms. Maud tweak my class sched a bit. Instead of History for 5th period, I'm having Music."

"Sounds cool."

"Hi Dia," Elizabeth greeted me sullenly as she slid to the vacant seat in front of me.

"Hey Betsy. What's wrong with you?"

I'd never seen her spirits dampen before. But then again, I only knew her for a day.

"I saw this Bella sister of yours on my way here."

"Oh."

"She was so pretty! How could anyone be pretty like that? It was not fair!"

"Bets," I tried to calm her but I was unsuccessful of course.

She was in hysterics.

"I mean, you're so pretty, too, but it doesn't bother me too much because you're not the one with the gorgeous man drooling over you!"

"What's she talking about?" Veronica asked-clearly amused-with her backpack hanging low on one of her shoulders.

"She saw my sister," I tried to explain.

"I see. Now, I get it," she winked at me.

I giggled.

"Shut up, you two! I am never ever going to get over this," she sobbed.

She was letting angry tears fall over her cheeks furiously.

"Come on, Bets. It's only Tuesday. I'm sure this will be ancient history to you by Friday afternoon. Saturday morning tops," Veronica was confident.

And she was right. It was normal for normal 15-year-olds like her to get over that easily-which meant throwing a fit as easily too. I knew that feeling exactly. After all, I was 15 the last time I was full-human, wasn't I?

"Maybe we should have a girls' day out on Saturday to celebrate?" she suggested.

"I can't," I chirped quietly.

"Dia! Why?!" Veronica freaked.

"I promised Alice that I'd go shopping with her that day too, last night. Sorry."

"And who's Alice?"

"Probably another one of her pretty sisters," Elizabeth guessed right in between sobs.

Mr. Archibald saved me. Saved by my Algebra teacher. She stood up and walked away to her seat. Veronica hissed, "You could've at least played on!" before she followed her.

It was a good thing I only had one subject with her or she would've continued to convince me to go with them on Saturday. Lunch was also an excuse.

I took some notes diligently as Mr. Archibald discussed another been-there-done-that lesson. I even leaned in too close to my notebook than necessary to stop Wyatt from striking up another nasty chitter-chatter.

"... so I'll see you all tomorrow," and Mr. Archibald dismissed us after an hour or so.

"Dia, wait!" Wyatt called just as he did yesterday.

"Yeah? What is it, Wyatt?" I turned too fluidly that I noticed my backpack fly.

"That was a ... pretty difficult topic, huh?"

"A bit," no need to be so smug around this guy.

"It was too much for my puny head ..." he continued.

His head was not puny. It's huge. What's he talking about?

I gave off a complimentary laugh.

"So ... I was just wondering ... maybe we could get together later this afternoon at my place? We could have a group study?"

And by group study, he meant only the two of us. Yeah right!

"Sorry, Wyatt. I promised my mom that I'd help her make dinner tonight," I lied. "But hey, you can borrow my notes. Here you go."

I tossed him my blue notebook and strode off without another word.

Boy, that guy was fast.

Elizabeth already left without me so I walked to English alone. There were still a number of unwelcomed stares and glares from the older high school boys. It was unnerving if you ask me. I don't think any self-respecting vampire would like that. And I was not doing a very good job at handling it either. I would have wanted to stare at them back with the sharpest daggers but they outnumbered me.

There was that big junior guy again and he was staring at me so intently that I was afraid my clothes would fall off. I tried to throw him daggers but he totally misinterpreted my effort. He winked at me! No way am I interested!

We were reading lame Romeo and Juliet for English and then I played a good game of soccer baseball for Gym. The only reason why the popular girls wanted me to join their 'boys-vs-girls' team was because they knew I could outrun all the guys. They were starting the debate that girls are better than boys again-but that was just flirting if you ask me. After giving them one 'home', I quit.

Lunch came and then went. The others were unusually quiet today. They were having that conversation again. The one when they were only letting their eyes do the talking. On some days, I would have poked Edward's eyes with a sharp pencil but today, I was not so much disturbed. I anticipated Music. What was going to happen in Music today? Would it be any better than History? What if Mr. Smithson was still going to be my Music teacher and that he turned out to be a retired opera performer? The odds ...

I decided to leave earlier than everybody else. I waited for my target in the hallway patiently. And when he finally did come along, I scared the devil out of him.

"Dianara! You scared the devil out of me!" Mr. Smithson barked.

"Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman," I spat smugly to his face.

"I beg your pardon?!"

"The first prime minister of England. Didn't you ask me the 5th grader question yesterday?"

He burst into laughter. "And you thought you did your homework, eh? Marching into this classroom so completely confident of yourself. Hate to burst your bubble, Miss Cullen, but your answer is wrong."

"Uh-huh. Tell me then, who is the first prime minister of England?" I challenged him by waving a hand.

"It is Sir Robert Walpole," he announced proudly.

Stupid insufficient teacher.

It was my turn to burst to laughter.

"What? What is so funny?"

"Sir Robert Walpole is generally regarded the first prime minister in modern sense but he actually held the title of first lord of the treasury only. I thought you knew that!"

And so now I get the last laugh.

His face was ... a mess, I guess. He was enraged, embarrassed, depressed-all at the same time. It was so funny I thought he'd explode literally.

"Google it, Mr. Smithson," I said sarcastically before walking over toward the door.

And then I stopped. "Know your History, please!"

Author's Note : Hey hey. I was planning on launching my new fanfic but I want to concentrate on one story at a time. My brain can only take so much imagination work. Plus, in less than a month, I'm back to hitting the books. So there you go. Should I continue? Should I stop at Chapter 30? 35? I'd love to hear from you. PLEASE REVIEW!

PS : The new fanfic is a clash of the two Stephenie Meyer stories I've read-the "Twilight" Saga and "Hell on Earth" from Prom Nights From Hell (Yeah, the one with Meg Cabot and other awesome authors). If you want to know more, just PM me and I'll reply to you as soon as I open my inbox tomorrow.

Byee! You'll be blessed!