The rest of the class passed in a blur of boredom. We were handed reading lists, given a sheet of course expectations, and somehow expected to pay attention. To my irritation, I was asked to read the marking scheme while trying to ignore a dozen thoughts in my head all gushing about my voice and…well…other things. I could only imagine Alice's face if she knew. Then again, with her intuition, she probably did.
I let myself wander from the lined sheet before me. What were we supposed to write? I glanced up at the blackboard. A little bit about your past, favourite movie, books, food. I smirked slightly at the former. Well, I enjoy hunting. But not the meat, Mr. Rentkall- You see, I suck the blood. I chuckled.
I scribbled a slew of creative lies, wondering absentmindedly how my siblings were faring. From a ways away, I could hear the infuriated thoughts of Rosalie.
Damn kids. The boys are staring and the girls are glaring. Can they just keep to themselves? I hate it here. But I wonder…
And then, more concerned than angry, Emmett.
Rose's looking at those basketballs sorta weird. Now she's eyeing those students again. Hmmm…Oh no! ROSALIE!
I grinned and focussed in on Jasper.
Blood. Blood blood blood blood. BLOOD. Blood. Blood blood.
I could only hope Alice was watching his future carefully.
Looking over at her, she seemed immersed in her own thoughts. Curious to see what she had written, I leaned over and snatched her paper.
Name: Alice Cullen
Favourite movie: Jaws
Favourite Book: Pride and Prejudice
Favourite Food: Steak
Lived: Alaska, for five years, and various other cities before that.
I was surprised to see that it was fairly normal, and, with an obvious exception, truthful. I handed it back to her, and saw that her hands were shaking. "Alice," I whispered.
She looked up distantly, her eyes glazed over. I waited for a few moments. She lifted her head and shook it to clear the vision.
"Stupid Rosalie," she muttered.
I snickered.
Finally, when I was almost to the point of massacring the entire class, it was over and the teacher told us we could leave. We were up out of our seats a little too swiftly. Not another class of this…"What do you have next?" I asked her in the hall, pulling out my own schedule.
"Biology," she said with a sigh, "Oh! With Jasper!" She grinned and floated out the door. "See you,"
I scanned the sheet. Gym, in building 2. I groaned. Keeping pace with humans was something I detested. Nevertheless, I navigated my way through the concrete and shrubbery, which there seemed to be an abundance of. There were both boys and girls (from what I could tell from the rather unisex raincoats) surging inside. Keeping some distance, I slowly walked in after them.