A/N: Alright here it is. I'll try my best to make my writing stink a little less I don't want to ruin this. Review and tell me how bad it is. Meredith's point of view.

Evan Cullen

Chapter 2: Second Day
(Meredith Savage's Point of View)

I pulled the purple blanket higher over my head when I heard my bedroom door squeaking open and footsteps muffled on my carpeted floor. I groaned and rolled over so my back was to the door. The springs of my mattress squeaked as someone sat on the side of my mattress, "Rosie? Rosie? You have to get up for school." My Uncle Mark shook my shoulder and I groaned again as I pulled the pillow over my head so I could block out his words.

He took my pillow from my fingers that were locked around it. "Come on, it's your second day. Get up." He said and I rolled over to face him. I glared at him already clad in all his police uniform glory. I glanced at the clock hanging on my royal blue walls and it read 6 o'clock – 6 o'clock! Who works at these hours?! "Did I miss something? Do I suddenly need to be up at the crack of dawn? Did I join the military, because I don't have any prior knowledge of that?"

"Alright, smarty, get up." He said and turned on my bright room light. "Go take a shower and wake yourself up." He ordered. I rolled my eyes and slid my feet to the floor. "Will do, Deputy Mark." I said in a sarcastic tone and he just shook his head and walked down the stairs. I ran my hand lazily through the curly tangled mass on my head and untangled myself from the comforter and shuffled my bare feet over the rough carpet to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and pealed away my tank top and short shorts and then stepped into the scolding hot shower. I stood under the shower for a few moments letting it simply wake my heavy muscles. I washed with the white bar of ivory soap and then lathered my hair with sweet strawberry shampoo and then after rinsing ran the conditioner through the strands. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower drying my still fatigued limbs.

Yesterday I practically slept through the entire day of school. When Uncle Mark tried to get me up right before he left for work I fell back to sleep. He came home to get his forgotten lunch in the fridge and found me still lying in bed sleeping. I guess he knows better than to just leave me when I say I'll get up while I'm still lying in bed. I walked back to my room more alert and pulled out a pair of my favorite pairs of jeans from Hollister back in Boston. God I miss the city, the quiet here is so unnerving. The peacefulness is driving me crazy; at least the weather isn't that bad. I like the rain, the snow is what I hope doesn't make its appearance. I lived in Boston my entire life and I never got used to the awful snow storms.

I pulled the jeans over my tan legs and then put on a black long sleeved t-shirt. I dried my hair and ran some hair products through it and let the brunette thick springy strands hang to my shoulders. I took a quick glance in the mirror in the bathroom and was content with my reflection. There is no way I'm putting on make-up I'm not here to impress anyone and I don't care to. I ran down the stairs and jumped the last three steps landing lightly on my boot clad feet and strutted into the kitchen.

"Morning, Rosie." Uncle Mark said smiling lining his face. "Are you going to grab a jacket before you take off and are actually early," my Uncle said and then added as and after thought, "for once." I rolled my eyes and replied, "I'm okay with the weather. It's comforting I don't need a jacket." I said and then he replied, "Just grab one it looks like it's gonna rain." I rolled my eyes once again. "It's always raining." I quipped. I ran upstairs anyway and pulled my vintage black leather jacket from my closet and slid it on.

I ran down the stairs this time jumping the last five steps. Hmm, I wonder if I could jump the entire twenty steps with my skateboard, well I'm not going to find out Uncle Mark would lecture me forever about how stupid that was and I wouldn't want to get blood on his carpet – not that I ever fall except if someone bumps into me like that impolite guy yesterday. Not that I expected anything more from a guy most are impolite and demanding and immature.

"Ready to go yet? It's seven-fifteen classes start in ten minutes." I rolled my eyes again. I walked into the kitchen took a couple bites of a green apple and said, "Yeah, I'm off." I said and was about throw away the rest of the apple and he stopped me, "finish it Rose." He told me and I looked at him pointedly and took the last five large bites chewing then swallowing. "Happy?" I asked annoyed. He smiled warmly, "Very."

I headed out and smiled when I saw my baby – my red Mini Cooper Convertible. I skipped to it running my hand over the wet shiny surface. I dug the key from my front jean pocket and opened the door. I shoved it into the ignition and the purr of my car made me smile. I fell in love with this car as soon as I saw it. I had to have it.

It drove smoothly over the slick streets of this small town. Green was everywhere; the trees were just a blur as I drove a bit over the speed limit. I can't help it driving a whole of fifty miles per hour drives me crazy I mean in Boston I pushed it to eighty. My uncle may be on the police force but fifty is just too slow. I was soon pulling into the parking lot and noticing the used cars galore in the lot and then spotted about two interesting vehicles. One, that I would love to have myself if my Uncle hadn't listed it as something he forbid me from ever riding never mind having since I was three. It was an amazing black Harley. One that I would kill to ride. And the second was a silver '97 Porsche 911 Carrera 4S. One word can describe it – beautiful. Just the sight of the shiny silver masterpiece gave me the shivers. My uncle thought I got a ridiculously expensive car – that is an incredibly expensive car.

I bit my lip and walked into the building and then headed to my locker. I gathered my first period's books and headed toward to the office. I only got two signatures yesterday from teachers so I still need to get four more. I turned on my infectious white smile and walked in. "Hi, Ms. Reed." I said to the secretary who looked to be twenty-something and she smiled warmly at me. "Oh, hello Meredith-Rosaline," She said my whole first name. I hate my name, it's way too long. That's not even my whole name it's Meredith-Rosaline Sophia Savage, my parents weren't into short and sweet – stop thinking about them. Just don't think about them, especially not him, don't think about that bastard. Just smile. Don't let the smile falter; you have a reason to smile now.

"Please, just call me Meredith or Rose, both of them is such an unnecessary mouthful." She smiled again and handed me the sheet that wasn't even half filled with signatures. "Okay, Rose, just get the rest of the sheet filled and return it at the end of the day. Have a nice day." I nodded and my curls bounced as I answered, "Thank you, I will." I walked out the door closing it softly behind me and headed to the English building.

I walked in and all eyes were turned to me. I walked up to the teacher's desk. "Hi, I'm a new student here." I handed the man my slip and he signed it. "So you're Meredith-Rosaline Savage." He stated. I just simply nodded, "Did you realize –" he began before I finished what he was about to say quickly, just a few seconds of his monotone speech was boring me, "that half of my first name is that of the woman Romeo, from Romeo and Juliet was infatuated with at the beginning of the play? Yes, I was well aware, Mr." I drifted off. "Palmer. How about you say a few things about yourself to the class." It wasn't a question I blinked once to dissolve the glare I had ready for that. I smiled and said in a sweet voice, "Sure." I spun on my heals to face the class. If he's trying to embarrass me for beating him to the punch about me name he has some issues like I haven't heard that before in the last eighteen years of my life.

"Hello, I'm Meredith-Rosaline, but I go by Rose mostly, but Meredith's okay, too, both of them together is just a mouthful. I just moved here from Boston, and I have the accent to prove it." There were a couple chuckles. "And I'm living with my Uncle Mark, one of the police officers here." I turned back to Mr. Palmer and smiled, "Where can I sit?" I asked and he said, "Meredith-Rosaline you may sit in the empty seat in the back next to Jonathon Black," Oh so he's one of these teachers that no matter what nickname you give him he refuses to call you by it. This is going to be a very long senior year.

I walked to the desk and sat in the seat and slouching over the desk my elbow resting on its cool surface and my head with my fingers laced through the curls as I rested my head in my hand. "Hi," greeted a tall – well more than, he is huge, as in muscular and broad shoulders – guy with russet skin and black cropped hair, that was just long enough that he could spike it in the front. "Hello," I said smiling at him staying in my position. I could ace this class with my eyes closed and probably will since it is first period in the morning. "Johnny Black," He introduced himself in his deep voice and smiled a white smile. "You're from the LaPush, right? You look really familiar." He smiled again. "Yeah, how'd you guess?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "You're not exactly as pasty as the rest of them and you have a familiar face. "My mom," relax, just relax, finish the sentence, I took a deep breath and continued, "She was friends with some people there before she ran off to get married." She would still be alive if she hadn't done that – if she hadn't gotten married to the man I have to reluctantly call my father since his blood flows through my veins.

"Who? Maybe I know them." He said I could see he saw my reluctance about my mom and he didn't push it and I was extremely thankful. "Um, Leah something and Sam something I can't remember their last names. It's been a long time since I've been this far west, probably like fifteen years." He smiled, "Clearwater and Ulley." I smiled back. "So you do know them. My mom was addicted to the beach she told me on the rare sunny days around here she would head out to the beach and she would even drive up to the beach just to sit where the water meets the shore even though it was freezing. She constantly drove to the beach with me for three hours away in Cape Cod, Massachusetts just to go to a beach for a couple hours." I smiled wistfully at memories that I could never repeat.

"I love the beach too, though; I don't think I'll get the best tan around here in the summer. A bit too cloudy, but L.A. isn't that far." I said optimistically. He smiled, "You'll go all the way to L.A. just for a sunny beach?" He asked and I rested my cheek on my hand now tilting my head to the side. "Sure, why not?" I answered breezily. "You're crazy." I laughed softly, "Not crazy, I like the word determined, much better, but that's just me." He laughed only his was much louder and a few people glanced back at him. "Miss Savage, Mr. Black do you have something to share with the class?" Mr. Palmer asked. Johnny replied, "No, Mr. Palmer, we were just enjoying your class." I smiled and turned to look out the window.

Mr. Palmer just kept rattling on about the book he was assigning us – Dracula – a horror classic. Oh vampires, so scary. I am seriously shell shocked here, frozen with fear, about to screech in horror, I'm sure that would be pretty interesting considering I don't believe in any of those myths that everyone are so scared of in movies. I'll believe it when I see it and as of yet I haven't seen some dude that wanted to suck my blood or some guy that turns into a huge hairy wolf. Werewolves, witches, vampires, psychics, mind readers don't exist. Maybe if I met one I wouldn't simply scoff at this book. But right now I find it utterly ridiculous.

Finally. The bell sounded for the end of class and I sighed in relief. One down, five to go. "So what class do you have next?" He asked and I smiled, wow, maybe I should tone the smiles a little bit. "I have history." He made a sour face like he was sucking on a lemon. "You like history?" He asked. I said brightly, "I love it. Before you tell me I'm clinically insane I have a reason so listen up. If we don't listen to and absorb our history we are doomed to repeat what has already happened." I told him and he tilted his head to the side and gave me another funny look. "What?" I asked and he just shrugged, "Nothing."

I walked into the history building and smiled at the teacher he returned it and I handed him the slip of paper he had to sign. "So you're Meredith-Rosaline, you know you missed my class yesterday? So what do you go by?" He asked me. "Uh, yeah sorry about that, I kind of over slept and I go by Rose or Meredith, both of them is a little much." He smiled. You can take a seat right beside Evan Cullen." He pointed him out. Oh the kid who knocked me over yesterday, this should be interesting.

The teacher got up from behind his desk and started his lecture. "We were just starting the suffrage of women yesterday's class. Can anyone tell me anything about women for pros and cons of why women were denied the right for so long?" Mr. Mitchell asked I looked around the room to see if anyone was going to answer and no one was jumping up at the chance and despite Mr. Mitchell's monotone voice I was itching to answer the question. He even repeated it several times, with different wording each time.

I sighed loudly and raised my hand. "Yes, Meredith." He seemed happy someone would answer his question. Many eyes turned to me as they heard the unfamiliar name. "Men though women were inferior to them. They thought they were stronger and believed women to be frail creatures, even though they were wrong. Susan B. Anthony proved them wrong with her wit in America and Elizabeth Stanton gained suffrage for women in England. They were both incredibly strong and had a mind that could rival any man's." I finished and Mr. Mitchell nodded. He then continued with the rest of the lesson I had to admit it was rather dull the way he taught it. He made riots sound like a walk in the park on a nice day.

"So you're the new girl here?" The boy on the side of me asked and I turned to him and said, "Yeah," I said emotionless. "Evan Cullen," he introduced himself in a way like it was an honor to meet him, like he was a big deal, some girls might go for that but that is not me. I looked up into his eyes and felt like there was an electric charge in the air and then I glanced down at his hand and said, "I know who you are."

I had this tingly feeling, like just after you come out of freezing cold water on a hot day. "I apologize for being so rude yesterday…I wasn't feeling well. Please forgive me?" He requested. I glanced at him and made a face. "Sure, whatever," I replied briskly. Yeah after he basically knocked me over in the cafeteria he sat as far as possible from me in chemistry like I had a contagious disease he didn't want to catch. Now the hot shot was talking to me should I feel honored now? I thought sarcastically.

The period finally ended and I was in my hour of heaven music. I walked briskly to the music room. Kristina walked in right after me. "Hi, Kristi," she smiled. "Hi, Rose, so how's your second day going so far?" She asked and I smiled, "Not bad thanks for asking." Then I saw Evan strut in and I felt that electric charge again and then groaned in annoyance. "Funny, that's not usually the reaction most girls have toward him." She said and smiled. "Sorry, he's your friend I won't say anything." I told her when we saw Evan stop to talk to a group of girls that swarmed around him. "Go ahead; I'm interested most girls just swoon from one glance. I rolled my eyes "He's just so arrogant and pretentious and conceited. He knows that girls would faint at a glance from him. It's not exactly the best quality a guy could have." She smiled than sat on the piano bench. "That piano looks so old." I said wrinkling my nose and she replied, "It plays well enough." She said. "Mind if I try?" I asked. She looked up at me and quirked an eyebrow in surprise. "Have a seat." She said. I said and ran my fingers over the keys skillfully and hummed along with my unique little tune of my own creation.

"When'd you learn how to play?" She asked. "When I was like five my mom used to give me lessons all the time. She was amazing; I played for about four years and then stopped when the piano broke." I'm not going to mention how since it involved a hammer and a pair of wire cutters. He truly was a monster. A monster worse than any pretend vampire and his sharp teeth.

I got up from the piano when the teacher, Mr. Mackintosh, I walked over to him and handed him the slip and he raised an eyebrow at me. "You play the piano really well." He said signing my slip. "I haven't played in years." I commented and he said softly, "amazing." I smiled and said, "I'm Rose." I said and he smiled having red my full name and replied, "It's fitting."

I stood on the metal risers and sang the song. Some notes I hit a little too high. I really stink at singing. Then the bell rang and heaven was cut short. Back to the hell of high school.