Again, Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer. In this chapter I do introduce new characters of my own creation, but don't really care of someone uses them, just please ask me first!
And yay! This chapter is a lot longer than my previous ones, so for those of you who asked, here it is! Enjoy chapter 5!
School was not as much of a problem as I thought it would be. Apparently someone had just mailed some forms and they made a few calls and I was set. Not that the forms were what I was worried about.
In Forks, I had known the name of every single person who went to the high school, regardless of age or grade. There were simply that small a number of students.
But now I was in Jacksonville, and even though I couldn't be sure of the exact number, I knew that every class probably had more than a thousand students. This was going to be a drastic change.
As I waited for the bus, because I didn't have a car yet, I thought about the fact that I may turn into the girl I was in Phoenix. The quiet, strangely pale, clumsy girl who nobody really cared about, much less talked to. Could I make friends? The fact that I had transferred in the middle of the school year was not going to help.
As I pondered, the bus pulled up and, after a deep breathe, I walked on. There weren't many kids, so I must be one of the first stops. The few that weren't listening to iPods or in a conversation looked up. I suppose that they had realized this wasn't a usual stop. I blushed from the stares, and sat in one of the seats closer to the front.
A bleach blond girl who hadn't been sitting with anyone walked up from the back and sat down in the seat across from me. She was tan, and had three piercings in each ear. With her stick-like figure and the other features, she looked like one of the teens that fit the beach girl stereotypes. When she spoke, it was a high pitched, girly sound, almost as if it came from someone much younger.
"Hi, my name's Amber. Are you, like, new or something?" she questioned me. I just nodded. I was stunned that she was so forward. And her name seemed oddly familiar.
"That's, like, totally awesome! Weird, our teachers didn't say anything. You'd think that they'd have, like, mentioned it." Oh, yes. She fit the stereotype perfectly.
"Well, the decision to move was really sudden." I said, and her eyes grew wide.
"Are your parents, like, in the army, or the secret service, or something? You know, like, the kind that has to move a lot?" she asked as she stared at me in awe. This girl must be one of the greatest minds of her generation.
"No, actually my parents are divorced. I just decided to move in with my mom." Her face sunk.
"Oh, I guess that's interesting," she sulked. The bus stopped at a development. A friend of hers apparently got on, because she got up and followed her.
"I'll see you later, okay?" she said as she left. She must have decided that I wasn't interesting anymore.
It suddenly hit me that Amber hadn't even bothered to ask me my name or what grade I was in. I turned around to look at her and her friend. When they saw me looking, they quickly looked away and stopped whatever they were whispering about. Had they been staring at me?
I understood. Amber was trying to get information on me to gossip about with her friends. I knew the rumors would probably be flying around by the time first period was over. At least she couldn't tell them that the freaky new girl had spy parents. This was going to be an exact copy of Phoenix.
By the time we got to school the bus was full, and in the throng of kids no one else had the chance to notice that I was new. But as we walked up to the school, I saw Amber in a throng of friends whispering and taking sidelong glances at me. This was going to be a long day.
I walked into the front office and the receptionist was typing something on her computer. When she heard the door close behind me she looked up.
"Hi, my name's Isabella Swan. This is my first day here and…" I started, but she cut me off,
"Yes, we knew you were coming. Here's your schedule and a school map. Hope you have a nice day." Then she went back to her computer. Wow, really hospitable. I turned and walked out of the office. This was already the complete opposite of Forks.
When I got into the hallway the bell rang, and the hallways cleared out. My first day here, and I was already late for class. I checked the map and headed in the direction I thought my homeroom was.
When I finally arrived at the right room, I slowly opened the door and peeked in. The teacher saw me and walked over.
"Are you Isabella Swan?" he asked. I nodded and mumbled 'yeah'. He led me to the front of the room.
"Everybody, this is Isabella Swan. She's a new student here, so can someone show her around and help her get around the school?" I just stood there like an extremely embarrassed statue.
A girl in the back of the class raised her hand. She had bright red hair that was tied into a low ponytail, and was wearing a pair of black rectangular glasses.
"Stacy, thank you. Isabella, you can go sit next to Stacy. Everyone else, try to stay quiet until the bell rings." And then he turned and went to sit at his desk. I walked to the back of the room while under the scrutiny of my fellow students. Stacy smiled at me and held out her hand. I reached out and shook it while I sat down at the empty desk next to her.
"My name's Stacy Weldon. It's nice to meet you Isabella."
"Please just call me Bella." I told her, and she smiled.
"No problem, Bella. What's your first class?" She asked. I checked my schedule.
"Economics with Mr. Hardner." I said, silently despairing. Only with my bad luck could I get a class like economics first thing in the morning. But Stacy seemed pleased.
"Awesome! That's my first class too!" she rejoiced, "We can walk together!"
That's when the bell rang. Everyone got up and filed out of the room. Stacy and I went with everyone as she drilled me on my past. Where was I from, why did I move, did I miss my friends, had I had a boyfriend (That one had stung, and I replied with a simple "no"), all the usual new kid questions.
I was amazed by the amount of kids in the hallway. I shouldn't have been, because it wasn't any more than Phoenix, but I guess I had adjusted to small town living.
When we got into Economics, I saw that most kids had already come in and taken their seats. They were tables with space enough for two, so I supposed we were going to be doing a lot of partner work. Stacy said,
"You should probably go talk to the teacher. I'd ask you to sit with me, but Mr. Hardner gives assigned seats," and she made a face. I laughed and she smiled. "I'll show you to your next class too, if you want me to."
"Sure, thanks a lot." And she nodded. I walked up through the row of desks to the teacher. He was a partially balding man who was, to put is nice, rotund. When I explained that I was new, he pointed out a seat in the back of the room. No one else was sitting, so I figured that maybe I did have a little luck and wasn't going to be stuck with a partner.
I sat down and waited for the bell to ring. When class started I listened to the lesson. Mr. Hardner was going over something we had already finished in Forks, in the beginning of the school year. Great, I thought, I know the entire curriculum, so now this class will be a breeze.
About halfway through the period, someone walked in from the back of the room. Since I knew everything the teacher was talking about, I was pretty spaced out and didn't even notice the student until I heard my name.
"Oh, and you have a new partner. That's Miss Swan." I heard Mr. Hardner say. I looked up at the student, and my new economics partner, in the front of the room.
And my mouth dropped open of its own accord. I just stared at him as he walked back to our desk and sat down. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and he must have noticed. He glanced over at me from the corner of his eye and smiled. He must have thought that I was staring because he was gorgeous.
And he was. Obscenely gorgeous. But that wasn't the only reason. I also stared because of his perfect features. I stared because of his graceful movements. I stared because of his unnaturally pale skin. I stared because of his amber eyes.
I stared because he was a vampire.
I have to say, writing cliffhangers is much more fun than reading them! Please review, comments and ideas are always welcome!