" Ouch! What the hell was that for?"he yelled.
That's when I saw his beautiful face, his hair was cut emo style and it was black, he had pale-skin except for where I slapped him that spot is starting to turn red, and he had beautiful emerald green eyes.
"Th-that was for slapping my ass and trying to get me in bed with you. What kind of girl do you think I am? Because if you think I'm like all the other scandolous bitches well you got another thing come in especially when we haven't even really met that's is a fucking disgrace to mankind. And it's jerks like you who make women feminists right about men and boys!" I yelled asked while gasping at his beauty.
"Umm well yea I did think you were that type of girl because all the other girls are like that so I assumed-"
I even got more mad and walked away while he was talking and I also flipped him off heheheheehe.
It only took me like a minute to find my locker, I tried opening it but it wouldn't budge. I tried the code one more time but it still wouldn't open. Then a long pale hand was placed on top of mine. And gently took my hand off the lock. I looked to the right and there he was again, but this time he wasn't acting like a jerk. Then I heard something open i looked and it was my locker. All my books were all ready there, cool!
"Thank you," I said while getting my things.
" Your welcome, look I'm sorry about what I did back there it's just that I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and my brohters said that's how you're supposed to approach girls , and I'm an idiot for listening to them," he said while slapping himself on the forehead."Could we start over again, please?"
"Sure my name is Isabella Swan, but call me Izzy," said while holding my hand out to shake his.
" My name is Edward Cullen , so what classes do you have?" he asked while shaking my hand.
"I have poetry with first, second Earth Science with , third Advanced Calculus with , fourth Advanced Computers with , fifth Sex-Ed with , sixth Advanced English with , seventh Level 2 Spanish with , and eighth Cadets with Colonel Huerta," I read off my schedule.
" Wow that's weird."
"What?"
"Not only are our lockers rite next to eachother but we also have every single class together."
"That's interesting."
"So do you have anyone to help you get to all of your classes, or to sit with at lunch?"he asked.
"no, and just my little bro Calisle why?"
"Well I was just wondering if you want to have lunch with me and my friends well actually brothers."
"Sure just as long as they're not like all the other people here," Isaid eyeing him.
"Oh god no, I can't stand people like that," he said making a face."Come on we got to go the earlier you are the better the seats you get," he said pulling on my hand.
"Edward how old are you?"
"I'm 16, and you?"
"Same."
we arrived in the classroon there was only a couple of seats taken. So me adn Edward took the seats in the back and that's when the kids started to come in. Then the bell rang.
"Ok class settle down now today we're going to be reciting your favorite poems, now wiiiillll aha! Isabella Swan will you please recite your favorite poem to the class?"
"Yes and you can call me Izzy."
" This is a poem I wrote and it's called Sarah."
I'm so nervous I'm not really good at this but here it goes.
"My name is Sarah I am but 3
My eyes are swollen I cannot see
I must be stupid I must be bad
What else could make my daddy so mad
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly
Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me
I can't speak at all I can't do wrong
Or else I'n locked up all day long
When I awake I'm all alone
My house is dark my folks aren't home When mommy comes home I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll get just one wiping tonight
Don't make a sound I just heard a car
My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar
I heard him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall
I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid I start to cry
He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words
he says it's my fault he suffers at work
He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more
I finally get free and run from the door
He's all ready locked it I start to bawl
he takes me and throughs me against the hard wall
i fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken
And my daddy continues with more bad words unspoken
"I'm SORRY!!!!!" I scream
But it's to late
His face has been twisted with unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain again and again
"Oh god oh mercy oh please let is end!!"
He finally stops and heads for the door
While I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah I am but 3 tonight my daddy
MURDERED ME!!!!!!"
"Thank you Izzy," he said shakely.
HEehehehehehehe i made the teacher sound shakey.