Once again, I would just like to express my gratitude for all those who follow or favorite this story. Also, special thanks belong to TwilightSagaFanForever and Fish 337 for their reviews on my last chapter – I really appreciate it! Also, as you might have already figured out and are going to see later, the school which the characters attend does a lot of fun / funny socially oriented projects, so if you have any ideas on what you would like these projects to be, let me know via PM or a review and I'll take your wishes into consideration! Enjoy the chapter: D
Chapter 2
BELLA POV
I woke up crazy early today. For a moment I couldn't quite wrap my head around what was so important, but after looking around, it hit me like a ton of bricks. First day of school. Oh no. I made some breakfast, put on dark blue skinny jeans and a cream color top and did my makeup. Guess we'll just have to wait and see exactly how waterproof this thing's gonna be I thought to myself as I put on my mascara and eyeliner. I checked the time only to find out that even with the extra time I left myself between my arrival at the school and the start of the first lesson; I still had plenty of time left. I woke up my laptop and once again re-read the letter I got sent.
Dear Isabella Swan,
We are honored that you have decided to join our school. We are very proud of our friendly atmosphere and sure that you will feel at home here in no time. On your first day, please come at least thirty minutes early and report at the school office, which you will find directly opposite of the main entrance. I have sent a map of the area in case you need the directions to the school.
Warm regards,
Mr. Johnson, director
I read the email several times and checked the map to be sure. How embarrassing would it be to come late on the first day with the excuse that you got lost in a town which has approximately ten citizens? Seriously though. The school has to be tiny, if the director has enough time to write to each new student. But they probably don't get that many of those. As I continued with my inner monologue, I felt my hopes of blending in and not being noticed slowly disappear.
After making sure I packed everything that I needed, I washed the dishes from my breakfast and, knowing I couldn't postpone it any longer, grabbed the keys from my car and drove to the school.
When I arrived, there was only a few other cars there. It made sense, since I was there about forty minutes too soon, but the cars which I saw only made me feel more out of place. They were all pretty old and seemed to have at least several other owners before these ones. My shiny Mercedes stuck out like a sore thumb. I briefly smiled at the group standing across the parking lot and headed for the main entrance, As promised in the email, a big sign saying "office" was the first thing to hit me in the eyes as I entered. I knocked on the door and went in. "Hello, you must be Isabella! My name is Mrs. Cooper and I have all your things here ready for you." A woman in her forties smiled at me and pulled out a stack of books. "Thank you" I replied and put the books in my bag. At least I don't have to go around every single teacher asking for the material I though gratefully. "You're welcome, dear, and here's your schedule and a map of the school. Also, I need you to get this form signed by all your teachers, okay?" I nodded and took the papers. "Great! And let me know if you need anything." I thanked her one more time and backed out of the door. I though the whole thing took like five seconds, but it turns out that it took more than ten minutes. Still leaves half an hour. I inwardly frowned. There was nobody in sight, so I headed back to my car. There were a few more cars then when I got here, but most of the parking lot was still empty. I spotted the group I saw earlier, which got a lot since then. They were all looking at me. How much more uncomfortable could a situation get? I tried to ignore their stares and went over to my car.
I must have lost track of time, because when I raised my head from my phone, the parking lot was almost full and a dark haired skinny boy who looked roughly my age was approaching me. Behind him, a silver Volvo was arriving. Well, that makes one car which will probably stick out at least half as much as mine.
"Hi!" he greeted me enthusiastically when he walked over. I greeted him back, and he continued. "I'm Mike" "Bella" I smiled back. His smile grew even wider, and he started enquiring about my schedule. He seemed pretty pleased to know we had the first two lessons together, and offered to show me the way. I agreed, grateful that I wouldn't have to walk around with my nose stuck in a map the whole day. On the way to the building, he asked about where I come from, how I like it here and such. He seemed nice.
EMMETT POV
As we arrived at the school, I already saw who the first one with balls – Mike Newton… what a surprise. I chuckled. This guy must have hit on every single girl in the entire school by now. And it appears Isabella is the next in line. Judging by her expression though, she wasn't really into it. I see a friend zone coming, my friend. "Don't be such a baby, Emmett. Seriously." Edward laughed at me. "Come on, Eddie, even you have to admit that guy is ridiculous." I laughed too. He sighed, shot a look in Newton's direction and unwillingly nodded his head. We got out of the car and I headed for my first lesson, English. I really didn't get the obsession with Shakespeare - it's been five hundred years man, move on! Next up was psychology. I couldn't wait till we got over psycho analogy, because I had serious difficulties keeping my face straight while being forced to listen about toddlers' sexual tensions and stuff. Just when I got as comfortable in my old wooden chair, the new girl walked in accompanied my Newton. I held back a growl as I watched him practically drool all over her while she got some paper signed by a teacher. Wait what? I shook my head. What I the world was happening to me? Well, I guess I was just feeling sorry for Isabella – yep, I'm pretty sure that was it. Before too long, the lesson was over and we were all reminded to keep track of our dreams and that we would be handing in our reports at the end of the month. Only nine more days to go. The teacher then turned to Isabella. That's a really long name. "You don't need to worry about that, you'll just join us in the next project. "Thank you Mrs. Barley" she smiled back at the teacher. She had a cute smile. Never the less, how unfair was that?! Urgh. I was running out of ideas for my made up dreams.