It's been a month since the funeral.
Forks, surprisingly, is a nice place to live. I moved into a large white house with black shutters, with my dad. It has a wraparound porch and a porch swing on the backside, facing the river that runs by. It has a very homey feel. My room is on the second floor at the far right. It's yellow, my favorite color, and has a large bay window facing the front of the house. I pushed my full sized bed opposite it, that way if there ever is a sunrise I'll be able to wake up to it. My dresser is pressed up against the right wall; it has lots of pictures of my mom and I on it. My desk with my Dell laptop on it is right next to the door; from there I can hear everything in the house that goes on.
My first day at school was interesting. Everyone wanted to know all about me. At first it was pretty nice, but after a while it got kind of annoying. Luckily Alice, Bella and Angela came to my rescue. They told everyone to back off and give me time to adjust, which I was thankful for. I know people would soon find out why I moved here, but I really didn't want anyone knowing just yet. I didn't want their pity.
With the girls though, it was easy to open up to them. Angela was really kind; she didn't pressure me into talking about myself, she just started a conversation about nothing in particular. Bella was a goof; she was always knocking into things and trying to get me to laugh. Alice was, well, Alice. At first I was very intimidated by her. Her pale skin and gold eyes gave me a shaky feeling, but after being dragged into her bubble of hyperness, you can't really be scared of her.
And that's really where my story begins. Sitting in my fourth period English class, passing notes back and forth with Alice.
Ugh this class was so boring. My teacher Mr. Kemp was a droner. He could talk for hours at a time about the most interesting topic in the world, but mixed with his monotone voice and the way he droned on and on, it could put anyone to sleep.
Sitting in the second to last row, I felt a piece of paper slide underneath the elbow my head was currently resting on. Checking to make sure Mr. Kemp was looking in my direction, I quickly grabbed it.
You look down today. Sleepover tonight?
Alice X
Smiling to myself, I turned around and nodded at Alice. Alice always knew how to make me feel better when I got into moods about my mom. When I was finally ready to open up to everyone about why I moved, Alice shared with me that her own parents had died when she was much younger, which is why she now lives with the Cullens.
Ring.
The school bell pierced the air signaling the start for lunch.
Alice was by my side in an instant. I don't know how she moved so fast, but then again I never knew how Alice did half of the things she does.
"So what's got you in the mood today," she asked quietly. Careful to avoid the eavesdroppers that always tried to listen into our conversations.
"Just missing her more than usual today," I said shrugging my shoulders.
I couldn't really explain, but some days I just missed my mom more than others. Today just happened to be one of them.
"Well," she started excitedly, "I think we should have a sleepover tonight. Do the usual, order pizza, watch movies, and torture Bella with makeup."
Laughing, "That sounds good to me. We can do it at my house; my dad's gone again for the weekend."
Nodding, Alice and I made our way into the lunch line, grabbing food here and there, paying, and then making our way to our table where Bella, Angela and Edward were already sitting.
Edward was Bella's boyfriend and Alice's adopted brother. He looked a lot like Alice; he had the same pale skin and the same gold eyes. He was the exact opposite to her in personality though. Whereas she was bubbly and outgoing, he was quiet and reserved. For a while I thought it was because I was invading their personal bubble, but Alice made a point to inform me he was always like that. Except when he was alone with Bella.
"So Caid," Angela began starting today's conversation, "I heard that Newton wants to ask you out for this weekend."
Choking on my Diet Coke, Bella had to pat me on the back, "Why?!"
"He said he feels like you to are meant to be together," she added with a sarcastic grin.
"Is anyone ever meant to be together?" I mumbled.
The answer is yes. People are meant to be together, and I've witnessed it in the one month I've been here. Bella and Edward, Alice and Jasper, and Angela and Embry; there was no doubt in my mind that they were all made for each other. I would never admit it, but it made me a tiny bit jealous. Seeing how my friends interacted with their significant others always made me feel like I was missing a part of life.
Before getting the sympathetic looks I knew would come my way, I decided to change the subject.
"So this weekend, sleepover my house?"
The end of school never comes fast enough for me, especially today.
My last period of every Friday is Gym with Bella. And Mike Newton. All period Newton has been trying to catch my eye, which I thought was a very dumb idea seeing as we were playing volleyball. On the plus side, with him not paying attention he got hit in the face a few times, and tangled in the six foot net twice.
The minute I heard the bell ring, I grabbed Bella's hand and made a dash for the girl's locker room. Pushing the wooden door open with such force, it banged against the white tile and sounded like a gong being struck.
"Whoa, what's the rush there? You're going to pull my arm out," Bella said rubbing her wrist better for emphasis.
"Didn't you see Newton trying to get my attention all period? I don't want to be alone with him; he might try and ask me out."
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Bella, its Newton we're talking about," Was she serious? "It's not a Jasper, or Edward, or Embry. It's a Newton."
Making that frowny face she does before she's about to say something really unpleasant, I held up my hand to stop her.
"I think I already know what you're going to say, and believe me, I definitely don't want to hear it. Newton might be a nice guy for some girls, but not for me. "
Getting dressed as quickly as I could, hoping to make an escape before being cornered, I pulled my navy henley over my head, hoisted up my jeans, and threw my gym clothes in my blue locker slamming it shut.
"And he's definitely not my soul mate," I added as an afterthought.
