May It Be
Chapter 1
High School and Chance Encounters
Throughout the empty house, the twinkling notes of Clair de Lune mixed with the gentle pitter-patter of the rain on the windows. Sitting at the grand piano, Elizabeth Marie Swan was distracted from her playing by the sound of her alarm clock going off in the bedroom. She raced at an inhuman pace up the stairs to shut it off. She wished that she could have slept until her alarm went off, but her nights were interrupted by dreams of dark rooms and screaming. But she couldn't dwell on what those dreams meant; she had to get ready or her first day of high school.
Again.
Elizabeth had been attending high school for the past 50 years, moving from place to place. The younger she pretended to be when she first got to a place, the longer she could stay there. As she didn't plan on staying here for very long, she was starting as a junior seeing as she was stuck in a 17 year old body.
She stood up from the bed where she had sat and picked out her outfit for the day. She settled on a dark, emerald green sweater that perfectly matched her eyes, a pair of faded jeans and her converse sneakers. She quickly plaited her long, layered bronze hair into a French braid, going for comfort rather than style.
As she lightly bounced down the stairs to the kitchen, she realized that there was only 30 minutes until school started and she didn't have time to hunt. Rather than eat human food, she opted to skip breakfast and wait until lunch. Throwing on a light jacket, Elizabeth grabbed her book bag and her keys and headed out the door.
Elizabeth walked through the misty rain and to her truck, a 1997 black Ford Ranger. Sure it was old, but she had restored it to its original condition and then some and it ran like a sports car. She fiddled with the radio and found a jazz station and drove to school to the sounds of In The Mood. As she pulled into the parking lot, Elizabeth looked at the crumbling brick façade of Forks High School. Heaving a sigh, she opened the door of her truck and walked to the front doors, trying to ignore the thoughts of the students around her.
She must be new.
I wonder where she's from.
Wow, her legs go on for miles…
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the thoughts she was hearing. High school students never changed, always the same shallow thoughts, always trying to satisfy their hormones. She walked up the steps and into the main office.
"Hello. My name is Elizabeth Swan. I'm new here." She said to the lady at the front desk. The name plate said that her name was Ms. Stein.
Such an unusual hair color. "Hello dear. Yes, just let me go and get your schedule and a map of the school." She got up and bustled out of the room. Elizabeth looked around the office, absentmindedly twirling a loose strand of hair around her elegant fingers.
A few minutes later, Ms. Stein returned and handed Elizabeth some papers. She took them and stepped out of the office as the bell rang.
She hurried down the hallway to her first class, English with Mrs. McClure. She walked into the classroom just as the second bell rang. Mrs. McClure had Elizabeth stand in front of the class while she introduced her.
"Class, this is Elizabeth Swan. She just moved here from Maine. I hope you will all help her feel at home here in Forks." Elizabeth quickly looked down at her feet. She hated being the center of attention. And the thoughts from the other students weren't helping her in the slightest.
Elizabeth Swan? What the hell? Her mother must have been a Pirates of the Caribbean fan.
I'll make her feel welcome…
Some of the thoughts that she heard made her blush from embarrassment. Thankfully Mrs. McClure started to walk her to her seat and she sat down quickly in order to be away from the class' prying eyes.
"Ms. Swan, you will be sitting next to Mr. Hale, he will help you get caught up."
Elizabeth nodded once to show that she had heard what Mrs. McClure had said and proceeded to look over the booklist. She was pleased to see that she had read every book on there at least once before.
"Elizabeth Swan?" Came a quiet voice from next to her. She looked up into the handsome face of a boy with blonde hair and strange, golden eyes. He had a friendly smile on his face.
"Yes?" She responded.
"It's nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Jasper Hale."