Unexpected

Chapter 8

BWAHAHA!!!

YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE HAS RETURNED!!! D

Not really, but on a more serious note, I realized something about this story.

The Summary and Prologue make no sense whatsoever, the beginning chapters suck and have Spelling errors from hell. To resolve this problem, for the beginning chapters at least, I have edited them :D They aren't any more interesting or anything like that but I corrected all the spelling errors and deleted 99 of how many times I put 'then' and 'gawked' in it. As for the Prologue, is not suppose to make sense. It's a Prologue. Don't pay it any mind, 'kay? Lastly for those of you who said that the Summary is confusing and ya don't get it, Keep reading the story and you'll find out how the hell it binds in with the story.

Enough of my rant.

I own this bottle of water :D His name is Bob H2O!!! He's a supa hero!!

-Blames Science teacher for telling her what H2O stands for-

COME BOB H2O, ONTO THE STORY!!!

The next morning, Morgan awoke to an extremely annoying beeping sound echoing in the back of her brain. She knew what it was, and she hated it. Pulling a pillow over her head never helped it, but out of instinct she did. The beeping continued to dance around in her brain for at least another minute or so until she heard something smash.

Uncovering her face she looked around her semi-dark room that was lit only by the light cracking through the small window in the corner to find that the 'beeping box of annoyance' had been smashed to the ground.

Looking up from it, she found her brother hovering above it.

"Damn it Ed, that's the second alarm clock you broke this month." She slurred rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

"It's annoying." was his only defense.

Finding her ability to see straight, she found a small pallet on the floor consisting of a pillow and two blankets. "Did you sleep in here last night?"

"Yeah"

"You have your own room ya know."

"Yeah, but my rooms a city of cardboard boxes at the moment. Not to mention my alarm clocks broke." he smirked at his own joke and Morgan gave him a 'shut-up-or-I-will-hurt-you' look.

"Still not a morning person I see…"

She picks up her pillow and lunges it at his head. "Go get ready"

And with that, he slipped away out the door.

After getting ready Ed made his way down stairs to the kitchen. Morgan was rummaging around in the fridge but closed it before complaining, "Damn it," and turning towards a man leaning against the counter.

"We have nothing to eat, when are we gonna go shopping?!"

The man leaning against the counter was tall, at least 6'4, with a muscular build, and brown hair dark enough to be black. He looked away from his daily ritual of 'the newspaper' (or so it was named by Ed) long enough to look at Morgan and say "This afternoon, probably."

"Right…."

"Morning, Dad" Ed said trying to get some one's attention.

He grumbled something that sounded like 'morning' coming from a dying moose and went back to his newspaper.

"You look like you didn't even change" she said observing his plain white T-shirt and baggy jeans, then taking a drink from a water bottle.

"And you look like something that crawled out of a Tim Burton film." He eyed her black and white horizontally striped T-shirt, and usual black hoodie and gloves.

G.J, their father, let out a sigh of disappointment towards his two kids. "Can't you two ever get along?"

They didn't reply to their fathers question and G.J gave them a blank stare.

Breaking free of the glare, Ed slipped away into the living room grabbing his backpack and keys. "We're gonna be late."

"Okay."

Morgan ran over to the tall man and hugged him farewell, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door behind her sibling.

"Kids…." G.J murmured with a grin taking a sip of coffee.

Once in the black Ford pick -up, Ed starts the engine. The low hum of the engine grows louder as they back up and drive down the road.

"I hate it when he does that." Ed stares out the window.

"Does what?"

"You know what. It's that glare of his."

"Oh. I can't believe you haven't gotten over it. I mean, he does it all the time." She grins to her self. Her fathers glare always made her happy. She never knew why herself, but it felt 'homey' to her, in a protective sort of way. Warm and safe.

As for Ed, the glare usually meant he was in trouble. No matter what, it made him feel that way. Even if his father was kidding around with him and he knew it, it still felt that way. Stone cold.

It never changed, and he hated it.

Upon arriving at Forks H.S, they raced for one of the last parking spots available in the student parking lot with a small silver Toyota Camry and almost crashed in the process.

"Your wreck less" she said as she hopped out of the truck and didn't give a passing glance to the Camry.

"Of course." He gave himself props on the matter.

Following the same routine as the one she did just the day before, she guided her brother to the front office to retrieve his schedule.

Entering through the small door in the first building, Morgan noticed the same, plump, red-haired woman sitting behind the counter. She also noticed that the office still contained the same horrifying orange carpet as it did earlier.

The red-head looked up from a pink slip of paper she had been examining. "Can I help you?"

Morgan was the first to speak up. "Yes, I'm Morgan Graves, I came by Yesterday."

In light hit the receptionist. "Yes, of course. What can I do for you Miss Graves?"

"My brother was just here to retrieve his schedule."

Ed stepped forward to the counter more.

"Your name is?" the receptionist questioned.

"Edward Graves"

She typed something onto the keyboard. "Here it is." She clicked something and several papers were printed.

Handing the papers to Ed, she looked at Morgan. "I'm sure you can explain the rest."

Morgan nodded and they both thanked her before slipping away out the door.

Ed shuffled through the papers and Morgan stole the one that enthroned the results of his schedule.

"We have the same classes…again…"

"Is that a surprise? We've had the same classes since, what, third grade?"

She sighed "I guess. At least this means I won't be stuck alone in aquward silence with that Edward guy."

"Right" he nodded to her.

The rest of the morning, which was only about twenty-minutes more, Morgan showed her brother around what she knew of the school and found their lockers only being down the hall from each others.

First bell rang and the two were off to English.

Making it through English, calculus, Spanish III, and Gym were easy enough for Morgan knowing the fact that she hadn't see Edward walking around the halls at all today. Maybe she was safe for today. Maybe Edward didn't come and was at home sick or something. She only hoped. Then again, she was also going along easier knowing the fact that her brother was there with her. She liked being able to talk to someone she knew well. She hated being the new kid, the one that doesn't talk to anyone. Being looked upon by everyone with their posse knowing that you're the only one sitting alone. The loneliness.

The lunch bell rang, dismissing from the locker rooms after P.E. Ed was waiting for her by the front doors of the gymnasium.

"So, do you think that Edward guy is here?" He asked as they walked to the commons.

"I hope not," her head hanged low focusing on the ground. Her stomach was turning. She knew there was something going on. Not only the fact of some guy she barely knew for not even eleven hours was already prying in on her personal business, but also the fact that there was something different about him. Something different she noticed yesterday, but it hadn't sunken in until now and sleeping on it.

"Something about him, just, feels inhuman." She says aloud to Ed, head still hanging low.

Ed stared at her.

Morgan began to laugh lightly between only her and her brother.

"But then again, if I said inhuman, I would only be hypocritical."