I own nothing. I wish I did..
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, Bella to you. I m used to the heat, the plant life, or lack of, in Phoenix Arizona. I was shipped off to live with my father in the rainy city of Forks, Washington. Sounds pretty crappy right? Oh it gets better. I have no friends. None. I m sort of the outcast, but no one picks on me, or pays attention enough to notice I m there.
Now I am sitting here, counting down the minutes until the bell rings, signaling the end of History 210. I sit in the back to stay out of the way. I know the material, I ve already covered it back in Phoenix, so there s no need to pay attention closely.
Watching the second hand tick until it finally signals that god awful pitch sound I ve learned to love and loathe. Putting my things away half-ass and sloppy, as to make a quick get away, I noticed a pair of brown dull ass shoes stop at my desk. I quickly looked u into the Violet colored eyes of Mr. Newman. He insisted we call him James. I insisted on calling him by his professional name. I understand wanting us to be all familiar like with him, as if he s one of our fellow classmates. But he s not. He s the teacher and just as a doctor should be addressed with formality, so should a teacher.
Plus he freaked me out.
He always stood too close or leaned in to answer the question instead of just standing at a distance. Did I give off the impression I was deaf and blind? I shook my head and put on a fake please don t touch me smile. Mr. Newman how , Hello, is there something you needed? I m running late for class. Good Bella. Make him see you re wanting to get the hell out of there. Maybe he will take the hint.
No Bella, I just wanted to talk to you, You seem to be struggling in class and I was worried. He had a fake sympathy face on. I could tell. I mastered that shit. Struggling how? My grades are always perfect or near perfect as you can get. I understand the material. I said in a questioning tone. This was not good, If I had failed the test or my grades were slipping, I could kiss Dartmouth goodbye.
He just shook his head and gave a sort of huff No Bella, with your peers. You seem distant? Is there troubles at home? Outside of school? I could help. He said as he put his cold hand ontop of mine. I jerked it out with a yelp and stuck it immediately in my pocket. Your hand is freezing. You should really put on a sweater or something. .. yea or a parka I wanted to say. Jesus he was like an ice cube.
Shaking his head he let out a small chuckle and proceeded to move away from my desk and towards his. Leaning down he wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it out for me to take. My shaking legs walked towards his desk and grabbed the small note. A tardy excuse? I seemed confused until immediately the Bell rang signaling I was late for class. Great.
I turned to leave and halted as Mr. Newman spoke again. If there is anything you need Bella, please let me know. I closed my eyes briefly, wishing nothing more than to shoot the nosey bastard, but plastered on a fake smile and said Thank you Mr. Newman, I will as my hand rested on the knob to leave I heard Please Bella, Call me James