I had gone to bed late and I could feel the moment that I awoke that
it was too early. I burrowed my head into Edward's chest and ignored
the rest of the world.
"You're awake early," Edward commented.
I groaned. "What time is it?"
"Four thirty, love." Oh, wonderful.
"Eek, why is it so early?" I groaned.
He chuckled. "How do I answer that?"
My mind was already waking up and I knew anymore sleep was probably
impossible. Groaning one more time I stood up and stretched heading
for the door.
"Where are you going?" He asked as he stood.
"Caffine," I explained. I wanted some coffee or tea or something to
wake me up.
"Uh, Bella..." He tried to warn but I was already on the stairs and
Mom was at the bottom. When she looked up and saw me her eyes
widened.
"What are you wearing?" She hissed. Oh, crap. I'd forgotten about
Edward's shirt.
"Uh, clothes," I said and pushed past her. I wasn't going to get in
a fight with her today. I headed into the kitchen to find Alice
there. Good, an ally.
"Rose, it's not what you think," Alice defended. Ugh, Alice had seen
that in a vision?
"Wait, what do you think, Mom?" I had a pretty good idea but the
fact that she would think that Edward and I would have sex with Dad in
the house was ridiculous and just plain. I was getting pretty sick of
Mom constantly finding something to pick a fight over about Edward and
I.
I poured myself a cup of coffee. "Look, Bella I trust you but-"
"You know what? Nevermind. I'm not going to argue with you today.
It doesn't matter." I practically gulped down most of my coffee and
set the cup on the counter. I was very eager to get out of there so I
refilled my coffee and grabbed a PopTart before darting up the stairs.
"Bella!" Mom called but I ignored her. When I got back to my bedroom
Edward sat there freshly changed into a light blue button up shirt and
dark pants.
"I tried to warn you," he said sympathetically. I sat down at my
desk and opened my PopTart.
"It doesn't matter."
"She means well."
I snorted. "Sure."
I'd just finished eating when someone knocked on the door. Edward
answered only to find Alice standing there.
"Alice, no," Edward groaned, already knowing what she wanted.
"Don't even argue, Edward. She's going to need my help so get out,"
she walked in like she'd been invited. Alice.
"Alice what do you want?" I asked.
She sighed like it was painfully obvious. "You need someone to help
you pick out an outfit for today and I have elected myself."
"Well, unelect yourself. I don't need your help."
"Clearly, you do," she gestured to my, er, Edward's shirt. "You're
not going to get out of this."
"Ugh!" I groaned and Alice smiled, satisfied.
Edward chuckled. "I'll see you downstairs." The minute he shut the
door Alice began.
First, Alice dragged me into the bathroom and plugged in the curling
iron. They weren't big curls just waves really. When this was done
she went to pick out my outfit. She tried to put me in a dress but I
shot that down immediately. Then she wanted me in a skirt and
leggings. That was a no as well. It went on like this for awhile
before she finally settled on letting me wear jeans but she did manage
to force me into a purple sweater.
After this she painted my nails purple and made me put on a pair of
purple Air Walks and put on a little makeup. After over an hour we
were done. I went ahead and grabbed my back pack and headed
downstairs even though it was only six. Edward, Dad and Carlisle were
already in the living room and Jasper came in behind Alice and I.
"Excited?" Carlisle asked. Oh, yeah. I was just thrilled to go to a
place full of hundreds of people gawking at me and my family. Of
course, I couldn't say this to him so I just smiled. I sat down with
Edward.
"You look beautiful," Edward murmured.
"Thanks," I muttered, none to thrilled that he liked the outfit Alice
picked out.
"Okay, come on. Picture time Bella!" Alice cheered pulling a red
digital camera out of her pocket.
"Um, no way Alice! I've been tortured enough by you today."
She rolled her eyes. "I hardly think I've tortured you. Now be reasonable."
She preceded so many pictures that about permanent blindness from the
flash. Shortly after the photo montage Esme came downstairs and said
goodbye to Carlisle who then left. It wasn't long after that we were
all-except Esme-in the garage deciding which cars to take to school.
Mom and Dad had bought me an outrageous car for my 16th birthday and
it sat in the back of the enormous garage collecting dust. So, Edward
and I were going in his silver Volvo. Mom and Dad were going in Dad's
Jeep and Jasper and Alice were taking her Pontiac G6.
Riding in a car with a vampire was always a speeding experience,
especially with Edward. He could never seem to drive below 80.
"This is gonna suck," I groaned at the passenger side window.
"I don't think you'll loathe it that much," he joked.
"It's not funny. I'm worried."
"Love, it'll be fine. Trust me. I've gone through this enough times
so I should know."
I sighed. "I hope you're right."
To my displeasure, we arrived at the school in hardly any time at all. As we pulled in to the school I took note of just how small it was. It appeared to have two or three stories but the over all shape of the brick school was small and rectangular. The students were already staring at our cars as we parked in the far corner. I noticed that all the students seemed relatively pale. Of course they were no where near as pale as my family or even me but I was fairly close to as pale as them.
Edward stepped out of the car first and (at human pace) to my side and opened the car door for me. Here it goes. I stepped out of car at the same time as the others of my family were joining us. When I was out of the car he wrapped his arm around me and was smirking which made me wonder if his sudden amusement was caused by one of the many starers thoughts. So many teens stared at us as we walked towards the building in astonishment, curiosity, and some looks that I did not appreciate being directed at my boyfriend. I tried to look as calm as I could and took deep slow breaths it was working to a degree but I felt like every stare was a hot red laser burning through my skin.
Finally we reached the two sets of glass double doors that were the entrance to the school and got a little relief as there were only a few people in the hallway, I assumed the majority of students were eating breakfast. Some of the students at least had the decency to attempt to hide there gawks but others openly examined us. The hallway was slim and mundane with white tile floor and blue lockers. There were a few doors that were labeled and led to various offices including the principal and counselor but the one we entered was the 'main office' where the school's secretary was.
She was a thin and blond woman busing herself on the black computer at her small desk. All of us squeezed in and she took our names to make sure we were all accounted for and offered to find students to show us around to our classes today but we all declined. When her eyes glossed over Edward I was disgusted because the secretary had to be at least forty.
Thankfully, we were out of the of the office shortly and Edward helped me to find my locker. My locker was not far from my first period class and his locker was only six down. I managed to get my locker open, which was a good sign, but i had nothing to put in it so I just shut it. Right after this the bell rang and Edward and I walked to Sociology.
When we arrived a few people were seated, including Mom. She was seated in a desk in the middle of the room. Ignoring her glare and others looks I took seat in the very back center and Edward sat down at a desk beside me. The room was small, painted an off white, and only had maybe twenty desks. At the front sat a young brunette women, in her twenties possibly, sitting at light blue metal desk, writing something in a notebook. The teacher I assumed.
There were three chalkboard in the room and one was labeled NOTES and that was it. Another read 'Mrs. Carthage'. As everyone slowly filed into the room and sat down Edward leaned over to whisper,
"Your mother's really mad."
I snorted. "Good."
He shook his head. "You don't mean that." I was aware that Mom could hear this conversation but I didn't care.
"And if I do?" He just sighed.
The bell rang and anyone standing quickly took a seat. Mrs. Carthage put down her pen and stood up.
"Good morning everyone and welcome to Sociology. I'm Mrs. Carthage. Now, before I say anything else, let's take attendance. When I call your name you hand and tell me if you go by a nickname." When she called my name I raised my hand and said,
"Bella." She made a note and moved on. After she was finished she spoke again in a lecturing tone.
"There we go. Now can anyone Sociology is?" When no one raised there hand she looked at every student. "How about you Bella?"
Ugh. "Sociology is a social science. It's the study of human society."
"Very good. What a perfect definition!" She exclaimed. Wonderful. She wrote the definition on the board and asked everyone to get out a notebook and writing utensil and copy the definition down.
The class went by fairly easily and we mainly took notes. When class was over I waited till Mom had left to leave with Edward. He walked me to the gymnasium and we kissed me as Alice walked up. He then left and Alice and I entered the gym. As it was the first day and no one had clothes to change into we spent the period 'getting to know each other'. Alice and I sat on a bleacher and talked the whole time. Alice wanted to talk about Mom but I was not interested.
I was with Edward again for Italian for the briefest of moments when the teacher gave everyone assigned seats and we were separated. I sat down in my assigned seat and next to me was a girl with very dark brown hair and glasses. When I sat down she smiled at me.
"Hey. I'm Angela."
"Oh, hi. I'm Bella."
"You're one of the new Cullens, right?"
"Um, yeah." Angela talked off and on through out the period. She seemed fairly nice and very smart. by the end of the period we had exchanged numbers and she was planning on texting me.
Lunch was really awkward. Edward and I sat at a table with the family. Everyone asked about my day so far except for Mom who did not speak. Other than that, the rest of the day was fairly smooth. When I reached my last class of the day, Newspaper, I discovered Angela was in this class as well. She introduced me to her friend Jessica. She seemed a little snobbish but overall nice. She and I exchanged numbers as well.
It had been a long day but all and all had not been bad. I might actually like high school.