a/n: I am sick, right before Christmas, this stinks. So I decided to write a chapter, thanks for all of the reviews that I got, i loved them all. This chapter once again is going to be dedicated to Jasper's Fangirl, because she has some really great ideas. I am also starting with different points of view, because that will seem to fit this story from now on.
Disclaimer: I own the main character in this chapter, the Descendant. Otherwise then that I really don't own anything, sadly.
One More Time
Cpov (Not who you think it is)
Beep Beep Beep, my alarm clock went off. Another day of torture that I must embrace, joy. I rolled out of bed, only to look myself in the mirror in my room. I looked like a plain person, brown hair, and dark green eyes.
Finally I had enough of looking at my disappointing self, time to move onto my shower.
I enjoyed my showers. I loved to feel the scalding hot water cascade down my back, the suds of the shampoo on my fingers. I loved it all, everything. I turned off the water and grabbed a worn out green towel. I wiped of the steam of the mirror, and started to apply my make-up. My eye shadow colour for today was a brown, soft, but dark at the same time. Then my eyeliner, a thick dark line surrounding my eyes. Then my mascara, black eyelashes covered by more black. I looked at myself, yep. I loved my look. I went back to my room to get changed.
I put on skinny black jeans, and my chain belt. Then my favourite Linkin park shirt, one last look in the mirror and I bounded down the stairs. I grabbed my coat, black, and my black binder and headed out the door. I always walked to school, time to think, and time to refresh my mind.
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I arrived at school, only to be booed at.
"Emo!"
"Get lost!" Along with a chorus of those, mean ugly stares from the popular crowd. The cheerleaders, people who thought and were better than everyone else. Pushing my way through that crowd, towards locked number 266, reaching my destination I put in my com. 54-24-14, and leaving my books in my locker. I grabbed my gym bag, and headed out into the hallway once more.
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I walked out on to the squeaky gym floor. I sat down on the bleachers, alphabetically. As always, I had Jamie Miller on the left side of me, popular girl looking in her compact mirror. On my right side I had my friend Melissa Lyle. She was like me, both the same, misunderstood. Nobody like us, we were acquainted with that feeling. Tying my shoe, my friend nudged me.
"Liz, look."
I watched as three inhumanly beautiful entered the gym. They looked too old to be in the 11th grade, they all looked like seniors. Great, more popular kids to make fun of me, popular. They were pale, tall except for the one. She had short black hair, and looked to be less than 5 feet. Then there was the male, bronze hair, and insanely in shape. The last one, I felt like I knew, she looked like me, except so much more beautiful. Brown hair waving down her back, and a really nice figure. What was I thinking, she was nothing like me.
"Class, meet Alice Cullen," Coach pointed to the short pixie like girl, "Edward Cullen," He pointed to the godlike one, "And Bella Hale. They are going to be in gym class with you, everyday." He looked at them and motioned for them to go and sit down, they followed. The way they walked was inhuman. They were so graceful, something that would break a ballerina's heart. "Catherine Masen, come here." The Bella girl and Edward whipped their heads toward me. And all of the sudden, I felt afraid.
BellaPOV
Did the teacher just say Catherine Masen? I thought that line was wiped out, ending with Nathan.
EdwardPOV
No this can't be, it just can't be. The line ended with Nathan, didn't it?
a/n: Alright, met the Descendant. Catherine Elizabeth Masen. So, was that good??? Review and tell me ideas, what should happen with her. And I had to bring back a Melissa, just because she helped out the Masen family so much. Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, and review!