squeals thank y'all for the reviews. I'm not gunna make a ton of comments because most of you are asking things that will ruin the story. But I'm glad you like the story so far. I've read some of the others... and I do have to agree with some certain reviews. That's all I'm saying.
Sorry it took so long to update. Homework's been a storm. Seriously haven't breathed normally in days... too much stress. And competion for Mock Trial started, so that's kept me busy.
Oh, and I started this story a LONG time ago... right after Haunted came out (and I mean right after... like the day after) So yes I've read Twilight, but this story does not coinside with the last book, at ALL.
Sry this is a bit short.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters... only the story line
Jess's POV
Do you know at this new school of mine they don't allow students to wear jeans? Seriously. How am I suppose to live? I'm not allowed to wear jeans! Oh and they don't have seating arrangements. The teacher in my first class was all just take a seat. They don't have bells either because it's a historical monument or something. Anyway after explaining to one of the sisters who works here and was showing me around because Father Dominic (yeah, the same one I'm suppose to stay with—who by the way I have still not met) that I hadn't known about the no jeans rule and had only packed jeans I went to my first class, history. The teacher was some old dude who I didn't get the name of told me to take a seat. I was shocked. I mean our teachers in Indiana were always so strict about the seating arrangements. That's how the whole thing over Amber started. So after he assured me it was a sit where you want system I looked around. There were two seats, one next to a preppy girl that Ruth would have been all over and another in the back. I saw the preppy girl then the back seat. Guess which one I picked. Back, duh.
The thing was the preppy girl made a big deal about it. I was so tempted just to hit her, but the teacher was kind of watching so I just settled on insulting her. I saw this somewhat preppy girl give an albino a smile after this. I just ignored them and sat next to a good-looking boy who grinned at me when I sat down. I just nodded at him. He was nothing like Rob. This school was nothing like mine back in Indiana. Though the preps seem just the same as they were… were back home. Home is here now, though. No more comparing what can not be compared.
