DISCLAIMER: First of all, I do not own the wonderful Edward Cullen or any body from Twilight. Just Ella and her made up friends. Second of all, thanks for the reviews! I was so excited over the reviews I got, I decided to put out another chapter…and when I started, it was midnight. Also, just so you know, Ella just got out of World History.
Brooklyn and I packed up our things, and walked to our lockers. I dumped my bag on to the floor, and turned the combination of my locker, then pulled it open. I quickly loaded in my English, Algebra 1 and World History books, and pulled out my Biology book, my French binder, my binder for my Art class and a book for free period. I stuffed those things into my bag, and turned to Brooklyn. She had placed the same things in her bag. After I stuffed my gym bag into my locker, I closed it, and grabbed my bag. After Brooklyn and I dropped off our bags in our usual seats (which were in the back) in our French classroom, we ran outside, and across campus to the cafeteria.
Brooklyn and I got in line, and bought our lunches. I got myself a slice of pepperoni pizza, a Dr. Pepper, and a chocolate brownie. Yes, not the best lunch, but a girl has to survive, right? I glanced over at Brooklyn's lunch, and my eyes widened. Okay, maybe my lunch was healthier. Brooklyn had grabbed a hot dog with all the trimmings, a bag of Lay's Potato Chips, and a Coke Zero. Or maybe my lunch wasn't healthier. Out of guilt, I also grabbed a small salad, two packets of Italian dressing, and two packets of croutons. I placed this all on my tray, paid, and Brooklyn and I were off.
We sat down at a table, away from the other kids. We had started sitting here at the start of the year, and claimed it as our own. Why did I want to sit at this table? Because this was the table my family had sat at when they went here. I settled down in my father's place today, and Brooklyn in Aunt Alice's place, right across from me. I took the container off the salad, and sprayed it with the Italian dressing. After I dumped the croutons over it, I grabbed a fork and started to eat. Brooklyn was just simply taking sips of her Coke Zero, everyone once and a while taking a bite of hot-dog or chip.
As Brooklyn and I ate in silence, I suddenly felt two hands slam down on the table, as if making their introduction. Out of better judgment, I looked up, and let out a groan. There he was, Matt Newton, staring at me with, love in his eyes. Eww, Eww, Eww! "You know Ella, I think you must have been tired or something this morning, so I am here to give you another chance to date me" he said, in a voice that was supposed to me a mixture of sexy and flirty. It sounded more like a kitten dying.
I rolled my eyes, and Brooklyn looked at me, giving me the look that read "don't do anything drastic, or you will regret it". "Mike, I warned you about the restraining order. Now, get ready to suffer" I hissed. I pulled out my phone, and hit speed dial 2. Soon, my mother's voice came on to the line. "Hi honey, Alice already filled me in. Angela said it was fine I was taking Brooklyn out of school, so I will be there soon to get you. Bye!" it said, and then the line went dead.
Suddenly, Mrs. Cope's voice crackled over the intercom. "Will Ella Cullen and Brooklyn Cheney-Weber please come to the office? You are getting checked out" it drawled, followed by a beep. "Come on Brooklyn, let's go" I said, grabbing our trays. I dumped them, and tossed her the Coke Zero. I kept myself the Dr. Pepper, and we ran out of the cafeteria, Mike's mouth wide open.
Brooklyn and I dashed into our French classroom, and grabbed our bags. After loading everything into our lockers, and tidying them up for about five minutes, we dashed outside. "Man, your Aunt Alice rocks! We get to skip the rest of the day!" Brooklyn cried as they slowed to a walk and calmly walked into the office. "Your Aunt is outside" Mrs. Cope said, giving us a good-bye wave. "Bye, Mrs. Cope!" I called over my shoulder, and Brooklyn and I walked outside, to find Aunt Alice waiting in her yellow Porsche. "Hi girls!" she called, and Brooklyn and I walked to the trunk. We threw in our bags, and Brooklyn slammed it shut. As she climbed into the backseat and closed the door, I climbed into the front. Then, we sped off.