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AN: Yay, another chapter.I had this slightly done right after I posted up the first chapter, so I'm going to put it up and work on the next one. It's rather short, but enjoy. -
Sunday went by quickly, too quickly, I spent most of my day with Sylvia and Alison—watching them throw fits over who was going to wear what. In my personal opinion, Sylvia—who was Spanish, should wear earth tones. It would go with her black hair, plus she was rather short. The dark colors would take away from her height. And as for Alison, she looked good in bright colors. Her hair was a light blond, so it would look nice. But when they would stop fighting, they would direst their attention to me, complaining on how I dressed. they would complain often on what I wore or about my hair, though I do not blame them to much. My hair was longer now, down to my lower back. I have also taken notice on my looks that have improved greatly since I have changed. My skin was softer, and my looks, I must say, are doll-like I dressed 'boring' according to them I just dressed in a t-shirt, my favorite fitting black jacket and a pair of faded blue jeans. Nothing much, but I felt more comfortable that way.
So now it was Monday—the day I have been dreading for some time now. Starting school...again. Sylvia was beyond excited about the new year, mostly because she figured out the 'perfect' outfit to wear—bright beaming colors. Alison was the same with her clothes and the new year.
As mush as I was dreading going anywhere, I found myself oddly eager to go to school this year. I couldn't wait till I was in the bright halls, seeing more people. I didn't really know why though, just an odd rush of anxiety, but I know I would have to overcome it and calm down.
No sooner had I found myself getting ready, I found myself in front of the school with John, Sylvia, and Alison. We were in John's car, I was sitting in the back with Sylvia—who was singing to the annoying pop music. Alison sat up in the passengers side, talking to John about getting more clothes, which he was obviously saying no to. I sat silently, my eyes settling out in the gathering mass of students, walking in and out. It was a rather small school, but much larger than I had originally thought for a farming community. We were in Ohio...Madison to be more correct. It was a rather ideal place to live—I like it.
"Bell Bell, put your hair up,"mused Sylvia as she tugged on a lock of my hair. She looked at me with a child-like expression, her signature look.
I sighed in defeat, grabbing a random hair-tie from the cup holder between John and Alison. Sylvia liked it when my hair was up, which I had to agree on. I quickly tied my hair up, looking back at her for approval.
A smile erupted onto Sylvia's face,"Perfect," she cooed,"So Bell Bell...are you going for a junior this year of a senior?"
"Junior," I whispered slightly, looking at myself in the mirror that Alison kept in the car—making sure that my hair was in place. Trying to make it look as perfect as possible.
"Yay! So maybe we can convince them to give us the same classes. Won't that be fun?" she laughed, loving the idea.
"Sure," I answered in a rather lazy smile, trying to add more enthusiasm to my voice.
"Don't be so stiff, Bell Bell. Loosen up some and have fun. Take joy in what life gives you. Don't be so stern this year, please?" I know she was joking, but it hurt when she sad it.
How could I have fun at all?
"I'll try," another forced, lazy response.
"Everyone out! Go get signed up for school," John called out in a frustrated voice as he quickly switched off the radio, causing Sylvia to loose focus on me and hit him lightly on the head in anger.
"We have time!" cried out Sylvia, looking at Alison for support.
"Yeah, so stop pushing," Alison snapped, crossing her arms to her chest, glaring at John in a fury,"Plus it's a bit to crowded still. Can't we wait till school starts and come in like five minutes after?"
I knew he was slightly joking, so I did not say anything. In all honesty I would have taken it and left. But I had to wait for my 'sisters'.
"John, aren't you going to go to school this year?" Sylvia asked in a curiosity, her face showing confusion.
"I am, but now till tomorrow,"John was of the appearance of a twenty-year-old, but he went to school most of the time with us, but only doing his senior year.
"Aw, come on John!" Sylvia wined, leaning over and trying to give him her famous innocent expression, but it failed...miserably.
"Yeah, sign up," called out Alison.
"No girls, tomorrow. I have things to do today," he said rather sternly, waving all three of us off.
We all out got out of the car in unison closing the doors at the same time as well. We watched as he drove off, all three of us standing together. Sylvia and Alison were talking nonsense once again. My eyes wondered around the school, taking in all that I could. Curious eyes already settle on us, something we were all use to by now. We started to walk down the sidewalk that led to the office. The school was rather flashy looking in a way, but it did not hold my interest...until my eyes scanned over the parking lot. From the corner of my eyes...I spotted a silver Volvo. Shock ran through rather fast, feeling my mouth grow increasingly dry.
Even with the shock, I felt myself laugh a little and smile. After all these years, you think that he would have gotten a newer car. My pace slowed as I looked at it, but then I felt hands on my wrist. I looked up quickly. Alison and Sylvia were pulling me along with amused looks.
"Come, Bell Bell," Sylvia cooed with a wide smile on her face, causing me to continue mine.
"Yeah, Bella. Don't slow us down," laughed Alison, teasing me a bit, but it was all good game.
"Right," I picked up my pace, they released my wrist as we walked together, side-by-side. I loved these girls, they were my sisters. We fought as much as we laughed—and we still all understood one another.
No, after I see the Cullens again, I will need their help because I know Edward is waiting for me.