DISCLAIMER: ALL KNOWN CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER. I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA. THIS STORY IS MERELY FOR FUN.
"Cheated"
"So the lion fell in love with the lamb." ~Edward
"Embry used to call them 'Hall Monitors On Steroids'..." ~Jacob
"One more thing. Never turn you're back on the enemy." ~Jasper
"Sometimes I forget that I'm kissing a vampire." ~Bella
. . .
Dear Trent,
It's my first day of school! I'm going to school at La Push, it's a reservation. The Quileute's have lived there for centuries. I can't write much, but I wanted to talk to you. Why haven't I been getting your letters? I hope everything's alright out there. Whatever you do, don't get shot. You promised me you'd come home. Mom really misses you. Even though I never met my dad, I'm glad that I met you. For a step-dad, you're pretty cool! Sometimes I forget that we're not actually related. I'm glad you're around; you make mom really happy. Anyway, I should stop rambling. I hope you're careful out there. I know you can't tell me your exact location, but are you still in Iraq? Or have you already moved to the new base in Afghanistan? Either way, be safe. Don't die. I love you.
Love, Belle.
. . .
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, noticing that my white denim shorts were riding up a bit so I quickly pulled them down. I pulled at a loose strand on my blue t-shirt. It felt like my belt was a little loose so I tightened it one hole and tucked my shirt in, making sure that only a small portion of the front was tucked in directly behind the belt buckle. I slipped on my Sperrys and grabbed my black and white checked back pack. With my letter clutched tightly in my hand, I went downstairs, grabbing a muffin before heading out the door. I dropped my letter in the mailbox and walked to the corner of the street, sitting down on the bench to wait for the bus.
I quickly climbed the steps onto the bus, looking around for a familiar face. Seeing Seth's smiling face, I headed over to his seat, sitting down heavily next to him.
"Ready for school?"
"Not really..." I answered. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure!" he said eagerly.
"What's up with Paul? He was glaring at me last night and he looked really pissed..." I trailed off.
"Oh that's just Paul," Seth said, but he looked nervous.
I shrugged it off as the bus pulled into the school lot. I was relieved to see that I wasn't the only non-Quileute attending this high school. Once inside the small school, I made my way to the front office, easily following the signs.
I cleared my throat, causing the lady at the front desk to look up.
"Can I help you?" she asked, bored.
"Hi, I'm new here. I was wondering if I could get my schedule?"
She perked up, "Name?"
"Belle Lafontè."
She quickly starting taping away on the keys and I heard the printer starting up. Turning around, she grabbed something, handing it to me. I glanced at it quickly, it was my schedule.
"Thanks Ms," I peeked at her name plate, "Rivers."
She smiled at me before I left. I walked out of the office and paused, looking at my schedule. I attempted to find my way to room 409, AP Physics. Frustrated, I tapped a boy on the shoulder and he was quick to help me out. When I finally arrived, barely beating the bell, I sat down in the first available seat.
"Don't get too comfortable," the teacher said in a nasally voice that I knew was going to get old fast. He started calling out names and I realized he was telling the class the seating chart. When he'd finished, I noticed he hadn't said my name.
"Excuse me, Mr," I paused to look at my schedule, "Lee? You never said my name."
He looked at his attendance roll, "Are you new?"
I nodded.
He smiled, "You must be Ms. Lafontè! Welcome! You can sit...over there next to Mr. Black."
I headed over to the seat he'd picked for me and saw that I was sitting next to Jacob.
"Hey," he smiled.
I whispered a hello as I pulled out my notebook and a pen. I didn't pay much attention to him because class was starting.
"Well that sucked," Jacob said as we walked out of the classroom.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I didn't understand any of it."
I laughed, "Well, we studied this last semester at my old school. So I can tutor you."
He smiled, "Thanks. What's your next class?"
"Uh, Drama with Simpson in room 317."
"Oh, Embry's in that class!"
"Cool. This should be fun," I smirked.
Jacob gave me directions on how to find my next class and I made it, again just barely before the bell. I saw Embry smile and wave and I quickly took the unoccupied seat next to him. There wasn't time for me to even say hi because the teacher started class.
"Alright. I'd like to start off by welcoming our new student Ms. Lafontè! So welcome!" the teacher said, talking with her hands. "Okay, moving on. Today we're going to start our improv unit. I'm going to give everyone an index card with a character and a situation. You will then have to improv how you feel your character would react to that situation. If needed, you may use another person as a prop or extra. You have sixty seconds to perform your scene and only you will be graded on your performance. If I feel you're boring me, I will ring the bell and you'll earn a zero. This project is worth ten points. Before you leave today, I will be assigning everyone partners. I will also be giving you and your partner a scene that you both will need to rehearse and then eventually perform for the class. It must be memorized and performed full out, minus costumes. That's worth fifty points. Are we clear?"
The class nodded. She quickly started handing out index cards. I unfolded mine and it said:
Your Character: You are an old woman who can barely see and is very hard of hearing. You spend most of your time knitting and listening to classical music. You enjoy talking to strangers and bragging about your 7 cats.
The Situation: Your sitting on a bench and mistake a tree for a person. You talk to the tree, getting very frustrated when it doesn't respond.
I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote "Tree" on it in large black letters.
"Alright, who wants to go first?" the teacher asked.
When no one raised their hand, I decided I'd make an impression, sticking my hand up in the air.
"Wow. You're brave new girl," the teacher said with a smile. "Go ahead. You can use what you need for a prop and if needed, a person."
"Hey, come stand up there with me and pretend to be a tree," I whispered to Embry. He shrugged and accepted the paper from me. I grabbed my chair and took it up to the elevated part of the class room. Embry stood there, holding up the sign.
"He's a tree," I told the class.
"Are you ready?" Mrs. Simpson asked me, poised with a pen and a clipboard. I nodded. "Begin."
I sat down on the chair with a happy sigh. "Oh, hello young sir! I didn't see you there!" I said, making my voice shake like an old person's sometimes does. "I just got done with my jazzersize class and boy was it invigorating! I feel so young!" I murmured, turning to Embry. Some kids chuckled at that. "Well you sure are a quiet fellow. Do you want to hear something interesting?" I asked, again turning to Embry like I expected him to respond. "I have seven kitty cats back home!" I said with a smile, but after a minute I frowned. "You really don't talk much! Fine, I'll just listen to my classical music by myself," I said, turning my nose up and looking away from him. There were a few scattered snorts and appreciative laughs. Suddenly I stood up, hunched over. "Dang flabbit! I just remembered I left my spare dentures in the fridge!" I exclaimed, putting a hand on my back as I shuffled forward. "You young whippersnappers don't know how lucky you are. I miss the days I had teeth!" I said, earning a few more giggle outbursts, as I shuffled off stage.
"And, scene," I said standing up.
The class erupted in applause. I didn't think my performance was that great, but they surely did.
"Nice work," the teacher said, handing me my grade. 10 points.
As the rest of the class took their turn doing their improv, I realized why they'd been so amazed by my performance. The entire class sucked. They had moments where they weren't sure what to do, and many of the people who started out good, broke character because they were laughing. The only half decent performance there was, was Embry.
"Alright. Nice work class. I see we still need to work on not breaking character, but that's a whole other lesson that we'll get to later. Now, onto our next project. You will have all of class tomorrow to work on your scene but you have to be prepared by Wednesday. I'm just warning you, some of these scenes are longer so you might want to work outside of school on them," Mrs. Simpson said. She quickly listed the partner assignments. "Before you leave today, I want one person from each group to come to me to get your scene information."
I turned to Embry, "This is gonna be awesome."
He gave me a high-five. "Hell yeah! We're gonna rock. I'm glad I got you as a partner, everyone else kinda sucks." I nodded in agreement, jumping a bit as the bell rang. "I'll grab the scene card," Embry said. I waited for him and he walked me to my next class, French.
"See you at lunch!" I said, heading into the room. I noticed there was only one available seat...and it was next to Paul. I walked over and set my stuff down, doing my best to ignore him. Class started and I couldn't wait for it to end. Why did he have to be in the one class I actually enjoy?
I slammed my lunch tray against the table as I sat down, groaning.
"Whoa, what happened? You were in such a good mood!" Embry said.
"Paul. Paul happened."
"Care to explain?" Jacob asked.
"Well, we were in French and I was ignoring him. But the teacher gave us a work sheet and he told us the we needed to work with our table partners to finish it. I tried working with him, but he just sat there like a...like un crétin!" I growled.
"Like what?" Jacob asked, confused.
"Like a moron. He didn't do anything! He made me do all the work! I kept asking him, nicely, to help me but he just sat there and glared at me! I sort of lost it for a moment and yelled at him, earning myself a detention. UGH! I hate him!" I said, my voice rising to a point where I was almost, but not quite, yelling.
"Call down!" Embry and Jake said in unison.
"He's not that bad," Seth muttered. "And just so you know, French is his worst subject. He's failing."
I sighed, "That doesn't give him the right to just glare at me. That boy has not said one word to me since I moved here. Not one."
This seemed to shock the guys.
"Really?" Embry asked.
"Really," I replied, viciously stabbing at my salad with a fork.
I was relieved was school was finally over. Paul was in all of my classes after lunch, and he was the only person I knew. I don't know what I did to deserve the silent treatment from him. Pacing around the room, I muttered angrily to myself in French. I decided to write to Trent.
Suddenly, I heard someone pounding on the front door. I walked downstairs, trying to hurry because whoever it was really wanted me to open the door. I flung the door open to reveal a soaking wet...?
A/N: Hope you liked it! Leave me a review telling me who you think it is. I also want to know if you guys like it?