Heres the next chapter, as promised. Btw, if you don't know what coursework is or something just PM me or google it or whatever. Or urban dictionary. Because I don't know if in the US etc you have coursework?
Oh, also I think in the UK we add 'u' to some words, like colour and favourite. So, they are spelt right to me, just so you dont think I cant spell at all. And we spell 'mom' 'mum'. just to get things clear. :)
Also, I was in a bit of a pickle, because in the first chapter Nessie is without Lizzie and Rory in English, but she needed to be with him in this chapter. SO, I have decided that they have TWO English classes, English Lit and English Lang. In England we get two GCSE's for English, who knows why. Anyway…
We all glanced at dad, because he could have read Aunt Alice's mind and have seen what she saw.
"So?" Prompted mum, who was glancing at my dad with a worried glint in her eye.
"What did she see?" I asked, but dad wasn't looking at us, he was staring after Alice, into the forest.
"Edward!" Emmett said, thwacking his brother with his steely arm. Dad barely moved.
"She's coming back." He whispered, as if to himself, though we were all intently gathered round.
"Who? Who's coming back?" I asked him, but he looked at me for half a second, and then went back to staring out into the forest.
"Come on sweetie, your daddy obviously isn't going to say." Mum said, sounding half-anxious, and half-annoyed.
"'Kay." I sighed, and we walked hand in hand back to the cottage, as I needed to do some maths homework.
Angle C is not a bisector of angle A because….
I trailed off, not being bothered to write anymore. I could get Alice or Emmett to do it, though; no one had seen Alice since she made her spectacular exit.
"Hey, Nessie!" She yelled, appearing at my bedroom window. I yelled, and fell off my chair, causing her to laugh hysterically for a minute.
"Alice. What are you doing here?" I asked, gathering my books which I had dropped.
"Well, it's your birthday in four days, and I wanted to warn you. Everyone has got presents." I groaned. Like my mother, I hated presents.
"Fine." I huffed whilst Alice busied herself with playing with my hair.
"Do you know what's wrong with Lizzie?" I asked, wondering if Alice could see anything about her in the future. Alice grinned.
"Do you?" She was suspicious, and obviously knew something.
"Yes." I bluffed, but she wasn't fooled. She graciously leapt from her place of sitting behind me, and was by the window again in a matter of seconds.
"So, beware." She warned me, whilst jumping to the ground, and landing with a quiet thud on the brown earth.
I looked at the clock, nine, and I had to get up at seven tomorrow for another dreaded day at school. I slipped on my silk pajamas, decorated with little tiny wolves that Jacob had given me for my last birthday, and slipped into bed, waiting for my mother and father to bid me goodnight.
They did, and I fell asleep soon after, only to have the most wonderful dream. I used to get terrifying nightmares about You-Know-Who from Harry Potter, the witch from Snow-White, and almost every other mythical beast that stormed the fantasy world. But, last night I had a great dream. Floating above the City of London on a flocculent cloud, watching my friends and my foes wonder where I am – and then look up to see me above them, flying without wings like a denatured angel. Somehow when I woke up I expected to see the silvery softness of my cloud beneath my body, and was vaguely disappointed when all I felt was the silky texture of my sheets.
Though I felt crestfallen by the reality of my life, I was pleased I had had that although imaginary, phenomenal experience in my sleep; and proceeded to march around my home with a beam balanced on my transparent white face.
"Are you alright, darling?" Dad asked me, as he flipped a perfect brown pancake into the air for the third time.
"Yes, I'm great dad."
"You're dream looked good." He commented, and for a moment I wondered how he knew. Then I remembered.
"It was amazing." I said, almost drifting off into a fantasy land myself.
"Hey, Nessie, I was wondering if you wanted to go back to Forks for a couple of days next weekend." Dad sounded shifty, and he turned his back to me, as if to concentrate on the pancakes, but we both knew he could flip them with his eyes closed.
"Forks? Are you joking, dad? You know we cant go back there." He was troubled by my definite response, and saw him shake his head slowly.
"No one would have to see us."
"Why should we go back?"
"You'll see. It's very important, Nessie." He looked at me with pleading eyes, so I reluctantly agreed.
"Okay. Fine. But I'm going to find out what you mean. There are too many secrets in this house."
"Mine isn't a secret. Just a surprise." He smiled darkly, and I knew I was never going to find out unless I did follow his ludicrous plan to go to Forks.
Me, Lizzie and Rory all got driven to school by Emmett today, who dropped many hints as to how to have fun in lessons, and we all planned to do something spectacular in Drama, which was a lesson we all had together. (This was because, though Lizzie and Rory were tiny little first-years, we managed to get the Head to see that they needed some advanced classes. These were English and Drama.) Well, me and Rory planned, Lizzie sat in the passenger seat of the Jeep, biting her pearly white nails, and whispering to Emmett occasionally. It wasn't long before Rory began to get a bit worried.
"Do you think she's sick?" He asked me, as we went to English Lit together.
"Can vampires get sick?" I asked quickly, glancing at my 'brother' sideways.
"I don't know. We should ask Carlisle. He'll know." Rory bit his lip, a sure sign that something was bothering him and the strangest thing of all was how Lizzie hadn't noticed her best friend was upset.
"This term, class shush, we are going to be studying a novel by William Golding, called 'Lord of the Flies.' You will be doing a piece of coursework on it, so I want everyone to buy the book so that we can start the work." Mr Porter said, grinning. I couldn't believe that a piece of literature fifty years old was interesting, but then again, I had been wrong about how sad the teachers here were.
"Er.. Renesmee Cullen, would you like to take a guess about what the book may be about." Mr Porter obviously wanted to laugh at me, of course I knew what the book was about, and I wasn't about to get tricked by the mis-leading title. I reeled off the story for him, watching, once again, him rethink what he was going to say. I sighed, and turned back to Rory to discuss Lizzie.
"Maybe she's… in love." Rory whispered, his voice shaken. I shook my head instantly.
"Rory – if she'd fall for anyone we all know it would be you. Besides, she would've told me." I said, reassuring myself as well as my friend.
"I guess…" He mumbled, stroking his chin as though he had a beard. The bell rang then and we all leaped from our chairs, in order to get to drama to set up the fun.
We snuck into the main hall, creeping so quietly another vampire might cease to hear us, though they would smell us. We darted to the back of the hall, and slipped into the lighting box. Rory set on the timer, four ten minutes into the lesson the lights to slowly dim. We were ready.
"Is everyone here, can we start the lesson?" An especially keen boy, Ryan said, his voice shrill and piercing.
"I want everyone to sit in a circle." Proclaimed the drama teacher, dropping to the floor quickly, and pulling a couple of pupil's down with her. We all began to talk about drama related topics when the lights began to dim, so slowly at first.
"Miss, are the lights turning off?" Peter asked, looking around.
"Of course not." The teacher replied, shaking her head but all the same glancing up toward the lighting box, which had tinted windows. Quicker and quicker the lights went off, until the hall was only dimly lit. Pupil's were getting restless, and me and Rory helped stir things up, whilst Lizzie stared absent-mindedly into the distance.
"The lights are definitely going out." Rory said in a shaky voice, that was so obviously put on. Suddenly, the hall went pitch black, and hysterical laughter could hardly be heard above the pathetic yelps from the drama class.
"Everyone, outside! There must be someone in the lighting box!" The teacher had let her imagination run away with her, so quick as a flash Rory darted up to the box again, only to make loud footsteps, as though someone terryinfing was leaving the cubical in order to destruct something. He was doing a good job, I'd give him that, though Lizzie still didn't laugh, she held her head in her hands, and only me and Rory could see her body shaking violently, and making breathless, sobbing sounds. She was crying.
Ooooh, what's wrong with Lizzie? He he. Only I know. But PLEASE review. You know you want to. Press that button below this, the one with 'review' on it in green?
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