A/N For those of you who may get confused this takes place years after "Breaking Dawn". I would say a couple or so decades. So please review as to that is what motivates me to want to keep posting new chapters.
Chapter 1
The halls blurred by me. Breath Gracie. I almost couldn't contain my excitement. The first day of the last year I would ever have to endure this thing called High School Education. High School was not a place meant for me. I was above and beyond the dances and clubs. The drama and the relationships. Ugh. It made me want to run out into the rain screaming. I could let the cool drops fall onto my skin like smooth clear ruby's. Skipping away from it all like the "freak" I was labeled.
In Forks, Washington you weren't allowed to be different. If you showed even the tiniest bit of diversity or uniqueness then you were different even if you grew up here your whole life like I had. Just because I chose to wear sandals in the rain and long skirts everyday. Yup I was a "freak". In small towns individuality was a no no.
That's why I knew that my place wasn't here that it was somewhere else. Somewhere where words like destiny and fate weren't things from fairy tales. So after graduation I am moving to the other side of the country to New York. Where I knew my sandal wearing and long skirts and folk music would be accepted.
I watched as the kids around me cluttered the halls with flyers about things they needed for the rest of the year. Curriculum's for classes. And new notebooks that by the end of the year will have doodles of who loves who on the front and the bindings falling off. Debating whether I should attend my next class which was Calculus I found my feet bringing me to lunch where I would sit off in the corner table so I would be able to watch everyone else.
I was an observer. Curiosity and the love of knowledge made me a spy of some sorts. Anyone else with my talents would use their abilities as weapons of mass gossip but I found solitude in simply knowing what was going on. Even if I didn't really care. There was comfort in knowledge as well as power. I only looked for the comfort fact. Plus it was easy for me. I could read people. The way their bodies moved, the looks in their eyes, the way they dressed certain days. It was all easy for me to read. Who liked who, who wanted what, who was doing what. I was certain part of my nonacceptance into the social world of Forks High was do to the fact that I'd rather watch people than talk to them.
I sat in my usual spot and put in my headphones turning the player on. The song I had left off with this morning playing for my ears and mine only. I listened and watched waiting for my favorite object of observation to come walking into the cafeteria. Of course I noticed everyone else around me. Like Ashley Corlew sitting next to Greg Bander, looking at him like he was her God and playing with his hair. I guess they finally went all the way. Or Fay Robichard and Anna Combs sitting across the room from each other sneaking glaring looks at each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking. They were fighting over who was going to ask out Josh Kelley. Things like that just weren't all that fun to know about.
I felt the room grow a little colder and I knew they were coming in. As soon as I turned towards the entrance, their they were gliding towards their seats. The object of my obsession you could call it. They were what Angels envied. Beautiful beyond anything I could ever imagine. The Cullens were the reason for wanting to leave this forsaken place. Proof that their was something more to the world. I watched them sit and quietly talk amongst themselves laughing and joking about who knows what. The only people I couldn't read were the Cullens and their adoptive siblings. My information on them was basic and didn't answer any of my real questions.
I knew that they were all beautiful, they were all pale, they all had amazing grace, they moved here together from somewhere in Canada, and most of them were in fact items. Isabella Black and Edward Cullen were together as was Alice Cullen and her boyfriend Jasper who graduated last year. Bella, Edward, and Alice were all seniors like myself. Edward's younger sister Renesmee Cullen was a Junior. And she dated some kid from the Quilute Reservation just north of Forks. Then there was Nahuel he wasn't like the others. His skin was more caramel and pale than the translucence that seemed to be the others skins. And he had a more exotic look to his features. The few times I was lucky enough to hear him speak he had a slight accent that hinted towards a different life altogether. He was the only one who was single and I hated that it excited me to know that. He was a Junior, which almost screamed stay away but he acted so much more different then any Junior I had ever talked to. They all acted way to old to be in High School. I mean most looked the part. Like the High School kids in the movies, the ones who looked just a few years to old to be seventeen or eighteen but could pass.
I almost didn't hear the bell ring and only really was aware of it when I saw that the cafeteria was clearing out. I hadn't thought much about skipping my next period but made the quick decision to go ahead and do it. I mean it was the first day what was I going to miss. I put my hood up and headed outside to the schools parking lot to sit in my dinky Volkswagen beetle and listen to the rain hit my car like liquid bullets. I turned on the heat to the max and took my rain coat off and threw it in the back reclining the seat slightly and letting my fantasies and dream engulf me.
I was somewhere in France when I heard a car engine to my left rev and snapped out of my alternate reality. I was only aware that it was Alice Cullens car for the shear fact that everyone else drove things that weren't so shiny. I sat up and noticed inside her car was Nahuel and getting into the car that was parked next to them was Bella and Edward with Renesmee in tow. I could understand a few of them skipping, but the whole family? Wouldn't someone notice? Maybe it was just me.
My curiosity was at it's peak today but brevity was not. I watched them pull out of the parking lot and had a short internal conflict with myself. The monster that yearned for knowledge in my head screamed at me to follow while my conscience told me to mind my own business and go inside for first day assembly. But something was different the look on their faces meant something. I needed to know what. For at this point it wasn't about knowledge or right or wrong. But I could hear my soul calling out to me telling me to follow my heart. To listen to fate and destiny.
With one look into the mirror and a quick nod of approval to myself. I turned the key in the ignition and began to follow them.