Hola! Hey, guys! Sorry for updating so late today. My friend is sleeping over and we were hanging out all day :) She's right next to me and says hi! Well, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :) The story is slowly fitting into Twilight now! It took 29 chapters to do so, but we did it!
Guess what! I'm actually working on two new stories! I wrote the first chapters for both of them :) I'm not sure which one to finish first, though :P One is a Mortal Instruments story (if you haven't read this series...READ THEM!) and the other is obviously Twilight :P
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Within minutes, I reach the school. I walk up to the front office and am immediately greeted by Mrs. Cope.
"Bella, dear!" She says sweetly as I come up to her.
"Hi, Mrs. Cope," I reply, "I know I've been gone for a few days, so I was wondering if I could collect my work for the week I wasn't here."
Her eyes widen in remembrance. "Oh, yes, yes, do you mind telling me why you were gone?" She asks.
"Oh," I think of an excuse, "um, there was a…family emergency and I had to fly to my parent's house to take care of everything." I explain.
"You live alone?" She asks. Shoot. I forgot about that.
"Oh, err, yes," I stutter, "I do. I have all the paper work and everything if you need to see it." I clarify. After I visit the Cullen's, I need to call up Jenks to get the documents.
"That would be helpful, dear." Mrs. Cope says, getting some paper out of her desk. "Are you going to be staying for the day?" She questions.
I shake my head, "No, I just came from the airport and I'm tired. I still need to do some arrangements regarding the emergency. I should be back tomorrow or the day after. I'll try to finish all the work today."
"No, no, it's fine dear. Just explain what happened to your teachers and I'm sure they'll give you an extension." Mrs. Cope hands me the paper and a pass to get all my work. She points her pen on the pink paper. "I need you to fill this out since you've been gone for a week. It's just for district purposes." She moves her pen over to the pass. "This pass is so you can get all you work from your classes. It lets you roam around, collecting stuff." She hands me another paper. "This is a permission slip." Way to state the obvious, Mrs. Cope. "We're going to be doing a small fair here at the school, and this is to let your parents or legal guardians know about it. If they want to help out, they just need to sign here. If they don't, then just recycle it." She explains. Wasn't she listening before? I live alone.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cope." I turn around to go to first period, but she stops me.
"You know, dear, I've just noticed this, but you remind me a lot of Chief Swan."
My eyebrows go up. "You're not the only person to have said that." I tell her. "I've never even seen him before."
"Well, you will if you stay here for another hour. He's coming in for an assembly about drugs." Mrs. Cope says. "You don't have to go to your classes. Just hang out here for an hour or so and stay for the assembly. It won't do you any harm."
I was about to say no, but the way Mrs. Cope said it made me want to listen. "Okay, fine, I'll stay. But I'm going to have to leave at the end of the assembly. There is just so much to do."
"Completely understandable," She says. "I'll write you a day pass, so if anybody asks, you can just show them this slip." She pulls out another pass and writes some stuff on it before giving it to me.
I turn around to leave and head to AP English. I walk and realize that no one is there. I smile at the teacher when she lifts her head to look at me. "Bella!" She exclaims. I've always liked her—she's quite nice.
"Hi," I reply back. "I'm here to get my work from last week." I tell her.
"Oh! Right, right!" She walks over to a basket at the end of the room and brings out some papers. "We didn't do much last week. We were just reading Romeo and Juliet and analyzing the content. We're almost done with the book, but knowing you, you've probably read it a billion times."
I flash a smile at her, indicating that she was right. "Yes, I have, you know me so well." I laugh. "Do I need to make notes or something?" I ask.
"Nope, just be ready for a test on Friday. This is the study material." She gives the papers to me. "Do you need the class copy of the book as well?"
I reach into my purse and take my copy of the book out. "No need, I've got my own." I grin.
"Of course you do." She laughs. "It was good having you come here, dear. When are you coming back?" She asks.
"I should be back either tomorrow, or on Wednesday." I respond.
"Okay, so just in case, let me tell you what we're doing tomorrow." She goes back to her desk. "Sit down, you must be tired." She says, quickly skimming over my day pass. "Tomorrow, we are going to be helping the dance committee with the decorations. Prom is coming up, you know."
"Right," I think out loud.
"You're not going to be missing anything, so it's all good." She tells me, leaning back on her chair. An idea seems to have popped up in her head since she puts her arms on the table and looks at me. "Do you just want to take the test today, Bella?" She asks.
"What?"
"You've already read the book multiple times, so why not take the test now? You're staying here for an hour—it says so on your day pass—so why don't you just get the test over with?" She recommends.
"Sure," I reply.
"Really? I mean, you haven't gone over it with the class, so there might be some details you've missed." She says.
I shake my head. "No need, I'll just take it now."
She leans her head back in surprise. "Okay then. Just go over to the desk. I'll give you the paper and pen."
I go over to the desk closest to her table and sit down. She gives me a packet of three papers and a pen. "It's long, so it might take a while." She says.
I grin wickedly. "It won't take me long." I say as I begin the test.
Forty multiple choice questions, five essay questions, and nine short answers later, I finish the test. I look up at the clock and see that it has only been twenty minutes. I stand up and walk over to my gaping teacher. "Finished," I say as I hand over the test.
"Th-that fast?" She stutters. "Are you sure you want to turn this in without checking it over?"
"Who says I didn't revise?" I state, smirking.
She puts herself together and looks at me. "Come back after the assembly and I should have your test graded."
I nod my head in thanks and walk to the door. Before I open it, stampedes of students rush in and sit down. "Sorry we're late; it took a while for us to clean everything up." Mike says to the teacher.
"That's fine, Mike. Everybody sit down and I'll tell you the schedule for the week." She says to the class. They look up at her and see me standing beside her.
"Bella?" Jessica says from the back.
I smile at her, "hey!"
"You're back?" She asks.
"Yup, I was just here to collect my work and finish the test." I explain.
"Test? What test?" She asks.
I look at my English teacher, and she walks to her desk. "This Friday, we will be having a test on Romeo and Juliet."
The class groans in disagreement. "We haven't even finished the book! And how did Bella take it, she hasn't been here for a week!" Mike exclaims.
"Bella has already read the book multiple times and knows her stuff. I've graded a part of her test and everything is correct so far." The teacher says. Of course everything is right—I have the whole book memorized.
"Is it hard?" A random boy screams.
Laughing, I say, "Not telling you, ha ha ha."
"It must be easy, Bella must have come after we left, which was half-an-hour ago—it must be short and easy." Mike said, thinking he was smart. Jessica and the others nodded their heads, agreeing with him. The test was pretty long…and hard as well. It wasn't hard for me—it was actually really easy, but this is coming from a girl who has read Romeo and Juliet multiple times a year for eighty years.
I snickered along with the teacher, "Sure, whatever you say." I tell him as I head out. "See you guys later."
I go over to the rest of my classes and collect my work. There wasn't much to do. I had to read four chapters in History and write a summary for each chapter, in math, I had to do only three days of math homework and had to study for the math test on Thursday. For science, I just needed to write a hypothesis and final result on lab they did on Tuesday, last week. I didn't have to do anything in PF and just had to read over a few scripts for drama.
I walked to the library and sat down after waving to the librarian. It was almost two o'clock—meaning that the assembly was about to begin. I sped read the four chapters and when the librarian wasn't looking, I quickly wrote the summaries for the chapters in my phone—emailing them to my teacher after I was done. Suspecting the librarian was watching me, I took the math book I borrowed to the classic section of the library—which happened to be on the opposite side of the room. I sat down amidst the books and did the math homework—vampire speed. Looking up at the clock, I saw that it was five minutes to two. I checked in the math and history textbooks and stuffed all the papers in my purse, deciding to do the rest of the homework later.
I head on over to the gym, which was also used as an assembly hall.
"Bella! Come sit with us!" Mike screamed from the middle of the bleachers. I walked over to him, climbing past many irritated people—well, they weren't irritated after they found out it was me.
"Hey, Mike." I said as I sat down next to him and Jessica. "Hey, Jessica."
Michael aka Mike Newton reminded me of a golden retriever—very loyal, but a follower. He was sweet, but he kept asking me out, which was annoying…to me and Jessica. After weeks of asking me out, he finally figured out that I would always say no, and asked Jessica out, who obviously said no.
Just kidding, she said yes.
"Hey, Bella!" Jessica was much nicer to me now that Mike was her boyfriend. "How come you were gone last week?" She asked, curiously.
"Yeah, how come you were gone? We missed you." Angela said, smiling. I always liked Angela. She was very sweet and caring, unlike Jessica and Lauren.
"There was a family emergency back home, so I had to fly there immediately." I answered. I had this whole thing down.
"Texas, right?" Mike asked. I nodded my head up and down, indicating a yes.
"Hey, umm, where are the Cullen's?" I asked, curiously. Why weren't they in school?
"We were waiting for you to ask that." Lauren said from next to Tyler.
"The Cullen's never come on sunny days, Mr. And Mrs. Cullen take them out for camping. I tried to convince my parents to do the same, but they didn't even listen." Jessica enlightened.
"That's why we were surprised you came today—the Cullen's were absent last week too, so we thought you went with them. They should be gone until tomorrow. The weather report says it's going to be overcast." Ben said.
I was about to say something else, but the principal stepped up on the podium in the middle of the room. "Okay, be quiet now, our assembly is beginning." He stepped down and out from the hallway came a man of good height, a mustache, and dark reddish-brown hair and brown eyes.
"Hello, I'm Chief Swan, and I'm here to talk to you guys about drugs." He said. As he started talking, I could see why people thought I was like him. He had slightly wavy hair like I did. Even though my hair had a lot of blonde in it, one of the main colors was mahogany, which to humans looked similar to dark reddish-brown hair. He was pretty tall, around 5'11 or 6'0 and the way he held himself was a bit like me—shy at first, but with a fierce personality.
An hour had passed by and the assembly was soon over. I was talking to Mike and Angela in the front of the school when the principal came by to us. "Hello, Mike, Angela; I'm going to borrow Bella for a while, that okay with you?" He asked—no, demanded.
Mike and Angela said bye and went down the steps to the parking lot. I was the only one here other than the principal and the chief.
"What do you need me for?" I asked.
"Mrs. Cope told me to get you. She needs to talk to you about your schedule." He explained.
"Oh, okay, thanks." I said as I walked over to Mrs. Cope. "Hey, Mrs. Cope."
"Hello, dear." She said. "I got a call from your history teacher. She wants you to be moved up to AP history." Mrs. Cope replied.
I looked at her in confusion. "Why?" I asked
"She read over your summaries of the chapters and said that your analysis and understanding of the content was outstanding. She finds it too easy for you apparently and wants you to move up to the senior class." Mrs. Cope explained. She looked over my shoulder. "Oh, hello, Chief Swan," She said.
I turned around to see him in the office, reading over the school guidelines. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Cope." He walked over to where I was standing. "And…" He trailed off.
"…Bella Evenson—nice to meet you." I said, holding out my hand for him to shake. He looked over at me, his eyes widening. I decided to read his mind real quick.
Wow, you don't see many teenagers with manners—or beautiful ones actually wearing proper clothing.
I laughed at this. Mrs. Cope and Chief Swan looked at me strangely. "Sorry, I just remembered something."
Mrs. Cope went back to talking to me about my classes. "So do you want me to move you up to AP history?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, why not?" I muttered. I didn't really care what classes I was in. I already did this a million times before.
"You sure, sweetie? You're already in AP English, math, and science—won't history become too much for your work load?" It was nice of her to think of that.
"I'm fine with it, looks better on applications anyway." I said.
Chief Swan was looking at me admirably. "Smart kid. You're parents must be proud." He said.
"I guess so, ha ha." Mrs. Cope handed me my new schedule. The only thing that had changed was that my PF and history periods were switched. I now had PF fourth period instead of second and history was second instead of fourth."
"Oh, and Bella, could you email me the paperwork by the end of the week? I just need it for your folder." She asked.
"Sure, I can have my parents mail it to me."
"What?" Chief Swan asked. "I'm a little confused."
I chuckled. "I live alone. My parents live in Texas…kind of…and I live here." I told him.
"But you're not eighteen yet, are you?" He questioned.
"Bella's sixteen, not even seventeen yet." Mrs. Cope answered for me.
"Wait…your sixteen, but a junior, and your taking senior classes?" Chief Swan listed. I nodded my head. "Wow, you really are a smart kid. But that's not the important part. Why are you living alone? It's against the law, you know."
I smirked. "I have the paperwork for it; it's just with my parents. My parents travel a lot. We were planning on settling here, but my mom got a promotion, so we couldn't. We bought the house and everything. I didn't want to move so my parents and I had an agreement and I am going to be living here until high school ends." I lied.
"No, I don't care if you have the paper work for it; I'm not going to allow you to live alone. You need a proper parental authority at your house. You seem like an amazing girl, but I can't believe your parents let you live alone like this." Chief Swan said. I sighed. Now what am I going to do?
"Are you going to force me to move back or something?" I said monotonously.
"No, of course not." Chief Swan said. "Why don't you come and live with me?" He asked. I stared at him, surprised. That was really random. What's going on in his head?
I can't believe I just said that. Stupid, Charlie, stupid. As if she'll say yes. She looks like the daughter I always wanted, but never had. God, Charlie, just say never mind to her and quickly leave the room. She's going to say no anyways. What kind of a teenager will want to live with the chief of police?
I looked at him with a sad smile. It's obvious he's always wanted a family, but never had the chance to start one. He married his girlfriend when she got pregnant, but they divorced after she got a miscarriage. Poor guy was so excited about the baby. He made a nursery for her and everything. He still loves his ex-wife, Renee, but she's happily married to a minor league baseball player and lives in a grand house in Jacksonville, Florida.
I turn my power off, not wanting more. The more I use the acquired powers, the longer I keep them.
"Bella?" Mrs. Cope said. Chief Swan was no longer in front of me—he was in the parking lot, leaving. "I'm so sorry, I zoned out. Can you email me whatever you're supposed to give me, I need to go." I rush out of the school and sprint to Chief Swan's car.
"Chief Swan?" I say as he's about to get in.
"Yes?" He asks, his face going red.
"I'd love to live with you."
"What?" He asks, surprised.
"I said—I'd love to live with you!" I laughed.
Chief Swan looked at me as if I were crazy. "You're lying."
"You're the chief here; do you really think I'm lying?" I question him with a grin on my face.
"No…you're not." He sighed. Then he smiled. "You really want to live with me, don't you?"
I giggled at how happy he was. Poor guy was all alone. "You seem really nice and you could use a troubled kid to scold in your life." I said, saying the last few words sarcastically. He looked at me and started laughing along with me.
"Okay, get in the car. I'll take you home." He said, holding the door out for me. I got in and as we drove down the road, he asked, "Where do you live and when do you want to move in?"
"I live a few miles away from your house, just turn right on the road you live on and keep driving. When you reach the stone path, take another right. When we get to the fork, take a left and if you keep driving, you should be at my house." I explain. He nods his head in understanding. "Well, can you tell me the dimensions of the room I'll be staying in, and I'll pack accordingly. Is this weekend fine?" I ask.
"Yeah, definitely. I actually have some family friends coming over on Saturday, I'm sure they'll be willing to help you unpack." He said.
"That would be great!" I exclaimed. I don't need the help, but I don't need him to be constantly suspicious of me.
"Did you say to take a left at the fork?" He asked. I nodded. "So, tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well, my full name is Isabella Marie Evenson and I was born in Texas. I've lived practically everywhere. I love sports, but due to an injury I got, I can't play them much anymore. I do go on daily runs, however. Umm…my favorite color is blue and I love watching TV. I also love to camp." I finish.
"Well then, you and I will get along well, I watch sports a lot. What's your favorite?" He asks.
"I used to play practically everything. My favorite to watch, however, is football and baseball."
"Yup, we're definitely going to get along well." His eyes widened. I looked forward and saw that we had reached my house. "Th-this is your h-house?" He stammered.
I snickered. "Yes, and don't worry, your reaction to my house is normal." I smiled at him.
He looked at me, confused. "Are you sure you want to live with me? With a house like this…." He trailed off.
"I stand by what I said before. I'd love to live with you. But will it be okay if I go in between houses sometimes? This house is very special to me. It holds a lot of important stuff that I need to make sure is safe." I ask him. I don't really need to ask—I can always sneak out when he's sleeping, but I ask just in case.
"Of course, just tell me when you're going and we'll be good."
"Thanks, Chief Swan." I get out of the car. I shut it and start to walk up to my house.
"Bella!" I turn around. "Please, call me Charlie."
I smile at him. "I'll see you on Saturday, Charlie."
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