I got this idea partially from The Sixth Sense. (Which is an awesome movie, by the way.)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight; Stephanie Meyer does.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Sixth Sense either. (Sadly, 'cause that would be cool.)
Chapter 1: My New Closet
The ghost grins at me, evilly. "How are you doing on this fine day?" it asks in a raspy voice. Its shaggy blond hair nearly covers its blue eyes, but does hangs over his face, half of which is raw and covered in a dark, dried blood, as are all of his old-fashioned clothes.
I cover my ears with my hands as it hisses at me, and then dive into my closet, slamming the door hard. I had to sleep in my closet when I lived with Renee and Phil, and I'll sleep in my closet here.
I'll do whatever I have to keep the ghosts away from me, I think as I shove the ear buds into my ears to block out the ghost's hisses and growls.
There's a loud banging on my closet door. "Bella? You in there?"
Sleepily, I push the closet door open. "Yeah."
"It's time for school."
Great…
I nod. "Thanks Char—Dad."
Charlie nods and leaves my room.
The ghost from last night sits at my desk. "I would suggest wearing some boots today, considering the weather."
Without any response, I hurriedly grab my clothes and rush to the bathroom to dress.
"Have a good day, Bells," Charlie calls as I head out to the orange truck he bought me.
I still can't believe that he bought me a truck.
"I shall be your personal stalker," the ghost announces from the passenger's seat, startling me.
I shrink into myself and scoot as close to my door as I possibly can, refusing to look at it.
"I'm Mike, by the way. And you're Bella," the ghost says.
I refuse to acknowledge he even spoke.
"I know you can see me," Mike says in a sing-song voice.
Finally, I'm at school, and I grab my bag and then proceed to literally fall out of my truck, landing on the rain-soaked pavement.
Picking myself up, I walk around Mike, who is doubled over in laughter, and head to the school.
"Hey, I'm Angela. Isabella, right?" a soft voice says.
I look at her. A girl with black hair tied in a pony-tail and glasses stands there.
"Bella," I nod.
Angela smiles. "Nice to meet you, Bella."
I offer a smile back. "Nice to meet you, too."
I then head to the office to retrieve my schedule, Angela waiting patiently.
"Can I see your schedule?" she inquires.
"Sure," I say, handing it to her.
"We have the same schedule. I can show you around."
"Thanks."
And with that, my mostly uneventful day continues on.
At lunch, I sit down with Angela (and Mike).
I munch on a salad while Angela tells me all about the Cullens. As soon as Angela points them out, though, Mike leaves.
I wonder why…
"That's Alice and Jasper," she points to a short girl with spiky black hair and a guy with blonde hair. "And that's Rosalie and Emmett," she points to a guy resembling a ginormous teddy bear and a tall girl with blonde hair. I stare at her a moment, thinking she's probably the most beautiful girl I've seen. "And that's Edward," she points to the last one, a guy with a mess of bronze hair.
I stare at Edward.
And continue to stare.
And continue to stare.
"Hey," Angela's voice snaps me out of my daze.
"Yeah?"
"It's almost time to—" she starts, but the ringing bell interrupts her.
Next is Biology.
I'll be a vegetarian in a place where you dissect frogs.
Wonderful.
Mr. Banner, the teacher, greets me cheerfully and points me to the only empty desk.
I sit, tripping once on the way there, and take small glances at the person sitting next to me.
Edward.
Edward.
Edward.
I look at him through my curtain of brunette hair and see him glaring at me with his black, piercing eyes.
What did I do?
Uncomfortable, I shift in my seat so I'm farther away from him.
I don't really listen to Mr. Banner; all I hear is a bunch of ramblings.
As soon as the bell rings, Edward is out of his seat and out of the room.
Odd…
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~Claudia J.