I really should start on my English assignment instead of writing this,
anyway here it goes..
I placed the dark brown contacts into my eyes to disguise the red tinge of my irises, knowing they would disintegrate in a few hours time due to the venom in my system.
That would get annoying.
I grabbed the keys to my faded red Chevy truck that Charlie had bought from a family friend, Billy Black. I was ecstatic to find out that Charlie had bought a car for me. That was unexpected. A Chevy would have been the exact car I needed when I was a fragile, accident-attracting human – stong and sturdy.
It was difficult not to drive exceedingly fast. Fast felt natural and comfortable. Although, the fact that my truck was incapable of exceeding 60 miles per hour helped me keep inconspicuous.
Act human, act human, I chanted in my head.
Before enrolling in school, I had made sure I was thoroughly prepared; I had studied hard every night for the last year. It was simple to absorb the information with the perfect photographic memory I now acquired. I would ace all my classes with ease.
I took a wide right turn into the Forks High School. I wouldn't have known it was a school if it wasn't for the wooden sign positioned towards the front entrance. My eyes rapidly examined the school. Dense, deep green trees were scattered around the clusters of brick buildings that looked more like houses than school rooms. Everything was too green here. It gave a sensation of an alien planet. Forks depressed me, but I had no choice.
My eyes were drawn towards a car park near the front gates, but by the lack of cars I sensed it was off-limits to students. I didn't want to wander around lost, so I parked there quickly and walked, as slowly as possible, into the small office.
After a quick explanation, generic welcoming speech and a transfer involving a map of the school, I left the room and headed back to my antique truck. Students were now piling into the school and I joined a queue of cars. I drove as slowly as possible, and turned into the small student parking lot. I glanced across the car park, observing that my truck fit in perfectly. The nicest car in the lot was a silver Volvo.
I took a deep, long breath before I placed my white hand on the door handle. Today was going to be hard. So many sweet appealing scents would trigger the fire-like sensation in my throat. I had to resist, I could not let my vast days of practice be squandered.
I opened the door slowly and stepped gracefully out the car. I hadn't tripped or fallen over since my transformation – and I still wasn't used to that. I was used to being a klutz; I previously was a magnet for accidents with my complete clumsiness. This newly attained gracefulness felt odd, like it didn't belong to me.
I opened my navy blue umbrella and positioned it over my dry head. I listened softly to the soft, calming sound of the rain hitting the materials' surface, trying to preoccupy myself from the delicious human scents that were wavering towards me. Pitter patter pitter patter.
I paced myself as I meandered across the asphalt. I glanced around to see every set of eyes looking directly at me. Didn't they know it was rude to stare?
I noted that some of the males had their jaws drooped, others were gawping whilst others were staring in disbelief. I wasn't accustomed to large amounts of attention. I was overwhelmed, but tried not to let it show. I suppose I am beautiful, but does that really count when deep inside you're a monster? My beauty is trap, it's designed to allure you in – it's the skin of a killer. I resisted a shudder.
I continued walking until a girl in a dark raincoat approached me. She had long brown hair and a generically popular appearance. She flashed a smile towards me, and as she confronted me her scent hit my nose. It was strong, and tempting… I tried to focus my thoughts elsewhere. I could resist.
"Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley. You must be Isabella Swan," the girl said. Her voice was friendly, but seemed a little shallow. I could tell she was an extravert – she was the only person so far with enough guts to confront me.
"Bella," I corrected her in my musical voice. I knew Charlie had been calling me Isabella behind my back.
"Well Bella, what class do you have first?"
"English.. with Mr. Mason."
"Oh, so do I! Do you want me to show you the way?"
"Sure," I replied, not quite as enthusiastically as I should have. I would have preferred to walk alone, but I knew it was in my best interests to at least attempt to blend in.
Jessica made small talk as we walked towards our English classroom until the monotonous bell rang. We entered the neutral coloured classroom one by one and assembled at small plastic desks.
As I walked into the class room, Mr Mason gawked at me. If I was still human I would have blushed a tomato red, instead I just looked towards the ground. After the embarassing exchange he sent me towards the back of the classroom. I was grateful he didn't make me introduce myself infront of the class. I already had enough attention.
Mr. Mason explained that we were currently studying Faulkner. Easy, I had done it before. I sat patiently through the hour lecture ignoring the constant burning ache in my throat. I'm not thirsty I convinced myself over and over.
After class we streamed out into the cosy cafeteria. I had the urge to walk fast, but I kept a leisurely pace. When we reached the canteen line I talked lightly to Jessica and focused on the small human habits I had practiced. Shift your weight to the left. Glance at the ceiling. Play with your hair. It felt unnecessary and unnatural to move, but I felt like I was doing a convincing job. I collected my food, though they were only props to add to my charade, and walked towards a table surrounded with Jessica's friends. Mike, Angela, Lauren, Ben, Eric… I heard her voice trail off. I couldn't focus on the jabber spinning out of Jessica's lip glossed lips. I was preoccupied at the five immensely beautiful people sitting in the far corner of the cafeteria.
