ELLO! SO i was planning to make this one longer but i figured this one took long enough to publish so this is good enough XD.
Things to Know:
1. Bella POV current day
2. Edward, didn't come back after New Moon.
3. Derek and the gang have already escaped with Kit Bae (SP?)
READ AND REVIEW! (I forgot to mention that with the other story so R&R that one too. It would make me happy =D. NO THAT"S A COMMAND)
2. Where Did The Time go?
Ticks ticks by,
Where did it go,
It keeps going on,
Till there's nothing left to show.
I tried to hold on,
Desperate to continue
But it's over,
It's done
Where did time go;
-Where did time go; ME!
Solve: T = d + D = sqrt [ x 2 + 5 2 ] + sqrt [ (20-x) 2 + 10 2 ]
What? I stared at the paper in my hand. The complicated math problems, symbols and words blurring together in one complicated pile of jumbled figures. I looked at the clock in the far corner of the room. 11:40. The hand ticked by, slowly, barely moving, I was sure it was stuck, hoped that it was stuck. I only had about 20 minutes to finish the exam and I was on the 4th question of 10.
I reluctantly tore my fixated gaze away from my math paper and looked around the room. Jessica was twirling a pencil around her finger the test nowhere to be seen on her organized desktop. Figures, Jessica was the smartest girl in the class. Her bubbly girlish attitude and her obsession over the male race, did jot reinforce the idea that she was a genius. Angela was slumped over in her chair, chewing feverishly on her bottom lip. She ripped her gaze away from her page and called to Ben's closed eyes for help. Like a shock he jumped in his chair, a tiny moan like sound coming from his slightly chapped lips. He clawed the drool crawling down his chin off and looked at the page with a defeated expression. With a huff he got out of his chair and waltzed to the front desk in the centre of the small room. He slammed it down like a Basketball player getting a touchdown, I think. Angela gave an assuring squeeze as he walked by. Mike sat in his chair, slummed over, his head pounding on the desktop. Mrs. Mullark hissed and Mike stopped mid pound and flipped through the pages. With a wink in my direction, he walked up to the front of the classroom and slammed the papers on her desk, similar to Eric, but with less anger.
I smiled and shook my head, letting the matted down hair, which was slick with sweat to be realized from its sopping wet hold. I returned my eyes my chocolate brown eyes back to the ink dotted paper. Desperately trying to focus long enough to figure out the nearly impossible word problems. I picked up the paper, softly fingering the smooth fibers of the page. How was this a tree, wood? How did they get it so smooth, so refined and wasn't wood brown? How did they get it white?
A piercing wail blared into the classroom. The bell. I looked at my page in horror only to find a couple scribbles and answers that I was sure were wrong. My face was a mixture of horrifying disbelief and indescribable pain and defeat.
The students trickled out, a jumble of sighs and chatter resonating behind them. I sat in my chair, defeated and praying the clock would move backwards enough so I could finish. So such look.
I looked to Mrs. Mullark for help. She was sitting at her desk, her hands clasped under her chin staring at me with mock happiness. "Well?" she asked with her signature gravely phlegm voice. The one that sounded like roughdry sand paper and disgusting globs of goo at the same time were shoved down her throat.
I smiled back and pulled myself out of the chair. Taking my time grabbing my paper and pen, carefully adjusting them to their proper position under my arms.
"Ms. Swan," She said clearly irritable, "I have an orthopedic appointment at 12:10 and I can not be late. If you and your calm attitude makes me late, my throbbing ankles will have a problem with you, hmm." It was meant to sound like a threat, but it sounded like a overly stressed mother having problems with her troublesome two year old.
"Mrs. Mullark is there anyway I could possibly get an extension? Write it some other day?" I asked once I hurriedly arrived at her desk. I bit my lip, chewing it always somehow calmed my nerves.
She sighed deep and long and replied while batting her eyelashes in a flirty kind of way, "Ms. Swan. I have never not once, gave an extension for a student on a test. Not when little Johnny threw up on it and not when dear sweet Lucy had to leave early because her mom was dying in the hospital. Did you know I used to teach primary school back in Britain? I decided to leave because the children were so irresponsible. I only came hear because I heard such wonder things about you American teenagers, so responsible and always prepared. I guess I should have stayed with the children shouldn't I have dear." She carefully place the glasses further atop her nose and stared at me expectantly. The thick wrinkles around her mouth and eyes, seemed to almost sparkle and her thin pursed lips looked like behind the doors lay a laughter desperate to escape.
"I just have been so distracted lately. I've had no time to study."
She clapped a chalkboard eraser I hadn't realized she'd been holding in her iron grip. The swirling white powder sprinkled down upon the chestnut wood, peppering the wood with fine delicate kisses. She wiped it away, leaving the specks to cling to the deep and fine wrinkles of the wood. The action only emphasized the presence of it. It collected their, making the elegant wood look even more grand and elegant, like the finest piece of ancient furniture in the most regal and prized gallery. The shabby old lady slammed her aging hand down on the wood scaring the particles, leaving them to cling to the downward travelling air. She carefully touched her prominent curls, which I was to assume to assure they were still in place after her rapid movement. "I can see that dear."
I chewed more frantically on my bottom lip. "Please, Mrs. Mullark, there must be something I can do." I pleaded.
She jutted out her round chin and crossed her arms over her wide chest. "Ms. Swan, I don't often do this, but since you are an excellent student, how could I say no."
"Most of the time." She added with her finger erect in the air, "I have, a tutor of sorts. I wise one at that, beyond his years. He…" She paused, clearly choosing her words clearly, "Needs help, perhaps, showing him around. Him and his, girlfriend." She spat the word with hatred. She looked down concentrating on the squiggly pattern of the polished wood. "I don't understand why the children of today think it be necessary to have a partner. It's disgusting to thin-"
"Mrs. Mullark?" I asked quietly, afraid of what she might do to me, because of my interruption.
"Sorry, dear." She replied with a shameful frown upon her self and a tense giggle, "As I was saying. He's a very…smart boy. He would make an excellent tutor for you." At this, she scribbled down some words on a sheet of notebook paper and placed it in the centre of my palm. "Remember Ms. Sw- Bella, that the big unit test is coming up soon. If you use your tutor's help, this test." She grabbed the sweaty paper from my hand and placed it upside down on the pile, "Will not equal a failing grade. But remember our agreement, you must introduce him to other people, he's new here he sticks to that young girl's side like glue. He will report to me at the end of each session on your improvement and if you are holding up your end of the deal."
With a curt nod in my direction, she grabbed a 70's inspired tote bag and walked briskly out of the room. Not bothering to wait for my confirmation. She knew I wouldn't argue. I carefully pulled the now wet paper off of my hand and opened it hesitantly, expecting a bomb of some sorts to explode when I unfolded the delicate paper. In precise elegant cursive were the words:
Library
Derek Souza.
Wanna find out what happens? Then i guess your just going to have to review? Mwuah ah ha ah? (HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU SPELL THAT?)