School.
I was always nervous when it came to school. With everyone looking at me and wondering why I don't speak to them and why I look at their lips and not their face when they speak to me. And not only that now but also being the new girl a few months into the school year dosen't help either. Probablly the only few good things about this year was that the teachers would know and that their was apparently two people that spoke sign language fluently.
I had been assigned a girl named Angela. I could only hope that she was nice. However she wasn' t in all of my classes. The other person was named Edward. He was in my biology and English classes, and I had also decided to take art instead of gym ( thank god they had that option!) so he was in that to.
When my cell phone vibrated to wake me up that morning I'll admit I didn't want to wake up, knowing the day that I had ahead of me. But eventually I got up and took a quick shower, washed my hair and got out. When I it came to clothes I didn't really care for 'styles' or 'fashion'. I just went for what ever was clean and comfortable.
I really hated shopping too. Seeing as their were more people to stare at me and try to communicate with me there. No one understood why I had to write it down.
I grabbed some jeans and a plaid t-shirt. Not exactly baggy but not exactly 'perfectly' fitting either. It was also raining today; just my luck. I hated rain. I am naturally clumsy so having rain make the ground slippery didn't really help that. So after I made sure I had everything I grabbed my jacket, and my pen and notebook.
I ran to my new truck and drove my to a new school. Where I hoped to at least make one new friend.
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Expensive. Shiny. Silver.
That's all I thought when I parked next to a Volvo. What were the kids here rich or something?
I got out of my car careful not to slip and fall. I took my backpack out and locked up my truck. There were some people around me who were doing pretty much the same thing getting into school. As I turned around I bumped into someone and of course being me I slipped ready to meet the ground. That was until someone put their arms around me. I looked up at the person who saved me from the impact.
He was gorgeous! Messy bronze hair, and beautiful topaz colored eyes that I could get lost in. He smiled a crooked smile at me and put me up right. I blushed and looked down. I went into my coat pocket and pulled out my notebook about to write something when he put his hands on mine. I looked up at him questioning why he did this. He put his hands up infront of us and signed 'Hi my name is Edward and I'm guessing your Bella?"