Well I guess me and Emmett were going to have to patch things up, and well tomorrow, let's just say is going to be interesting.
That night I had to plan my outfit, pack my bag, listen to several lectures about social conduct and what to do in an emergency, find out what lessons I was doing and another lecture about how to behave during sports. From what I gathered from Edward's threats was that I could not let anyone know I was a vampire, I could not use my gift on anyone, I could not show off or draw unnecessary attention to myself and I definitely most certainly could not kill anyone. The only one I think I will struggle with is probably the penultimate one. I would try though.
Planning my outfit proved difficult, what sort of impression did I want to make? I've always had a thing for corsets and bodices. I found a deep red satin corset that wasn't too revealing or sexy and lets face it, underwear as outerwear was in. I wore some black skinnies and found some patent leather heels, and I wore a cardigan for good measure. I didn't bother to take a bag in the end and just stuck a pen and pencil in my jean pockets.
"Where's your bag?" Edward asked
"Oh I've got a pen and pencil in my pocket" I smiled; he just sighed and mumbled something about me wearing underwear on show for my first day.
"Ready for your first day" Jasper said slapping me on the back.
"Don't patronize me," I said slightly embarrassed.
I heard the car honk, and left the family on the doorstep wishing myself luck, I was actually expecting Carlisle to get out the camera and take the "First day of school" photo.
I got into Emmet's Land rover with him in the driver's seat. He didn't say anything, and started up the car. I sat in silence thinking of how I should phrase the question I wanted to ask, with a slight frown I opened my mouth.
"What's wrong?" Yes. That's all I managed to come up with. He didn't look at me, he kept his eyes on the road, the same frown that had crossed my face had passed itself to him. After a few seconds he replied
"With what?" that's what he took so long to think of?
"Why weren't you talking to me?" I replied with a little more haste.
"We're talking now," he said casually with a hint of "I'm still pissed at you" in his voice
"Because I'm forcing you to, ever since I changed into a panther you've been giving me dirty looks and avoiding me!"
"I have not been giving you dirty looks!" he said defensively
"Okay, but you have been avoiding me" he stayed silent and chewed his lower lip. We stopped at a red light, there was lots of traffic and I could tell he wasn't going to answer, "Stop it!" I shouted.
"Stop what?" he said getting mad, and slightly surprised.
"Trying to avoid the question! Just fucking tell me what 's wrong, so we can deal with it," I stared at him in exasperation but he wasn't looking at me and he just scoffed then sighed.
"You think everything gets solved by just talking it through don't you? You've always been like that, if you can convince others you think that you can change how they feel, but you can't! Even when you were little, and someone upset you, most kids would sulk or cry. I remember you went along and fucking organised a family meeting." He was becoming hysterical, and that scared me. "You brought all of us to the table because you thought that Edward was being mean to you and Rosalie, you had a fucking intelligent debate about it, and won! You were seven! No wonder you've got this fucking power" It was then I realised he had pulled over, he was leaning over the steering wheel, I knew that if he could he would cry. I felt wet on my cheek and somehow I was. He looked up. "I am so sorry" he choked and pulled me into him. I continued to sob and buried my head into his shoulder. "I don't know how you're doing it but please stop crying. Faith, I'm so sorry about what happened to you. Something like this should never have happened to my baby sister" He held me tighter. "The reason, the reason I acted the way I did, with the panther thing and when you killed someone is because, I knew you when you were so little, and seeing that now, that you're not a little girl, or human anymore…" He didn't finish. I lifted my head up.
"Did we solve it?" I asked laughing weakly.
He just smiled softly. We travelled the rest of the way in silence, but not in the same silence as before, in a happy, understanding silence. We finally arrived at the school.
"You're a bit late, but don't worry" He smiled "Good luck, if anything goes wrong, or you think it's about to, call me or just run-"
"Out of the class?" I said as less of a question and more of an understanding
"Yes, out of the class" He smiled "Now go," I smiled and shut the door behind me. I looked around at the parking lot which was completely void of people, just full of cars. I walked towards the frontdoor and went to the reception. An older woman looked up, she didn't look helpful, just annoyed.
"Yes?" she asked peering through her glasses.
"I'm Faith W..." I didn't finish my last name, what was I meant to say Woods or Cullen?
"Miss Faith Woods Cullen?" the woman asked, well that was that answered.
"Yes, Faith Woods Cullen" I sighed, it was nice of Carlisle to keep my last name as my middle, he was considerate like that.
"You're late" She said irritably. I just smiled. "Here's your time table, you're in English now, that's room 23, up the stairwell, and the door says 23."
"Cool," I said taking the paper.
Once I got up stairs I saw a few boys lingering in the hallway, one wolf whistled.
"Excuse me; you wouldn't know where English is would you?" I asked sweetly. They seemed slightly surprised, probably the accent.
"English girl looking for English, oh the irony!" The small dorky one said.
"That's not Irony," I corrected, slightly agitated.
"Meow," another one hissed. The dorky one was scrawny with glasses and bad skin, matte brown hair and I noticed one arm muscle was considerably bigger than the other. I laughed inside. The blonde tanned boy answered.
"Ignore them, I'll take you there." He smiled nervously. He was tall, taller than Fabian, who I realised I should stop thinking about. However this guy was cute – rather than dangerously sexy- with long golden hair and very tanned skin, which was contradicting in it's self. There's no sun in Forks?
"How are you so tanned?" I asked, still perplexed.
"Not from around here," he grinned, which only showed of his very white teeth and dimples. I was ready to wrap him up and eat him for dinner - no pun intended. In short; he is utterly adorable.
"I see, so, are you going to tell me where you're from, or is that to remain a mystery?"
"Well, if you sit with me at lunch today, maybe I'll tell you," This sentence would have been much sexier if he wasn't so darn nervous. I would be nice to him. After all, Que sera sera.
"It's a date," I said before walking into the classroom.
They were in the middle of a lecture.
"And who might you be?" The balding teacher asked.
"Faith Cullen."
"Oh, yes Miss Cullen, please take a seat," he ushered me to the only empty seat in the room, at the front in the middle, brilliant.
"We started 'Old man and the sea' last semester and we are just discussing the book, have you read it?"
"Yes" I answered, somewhat disinterested.
"And what did you think of the novel?"
"Incredibly boring" I answered honestly, and it was, the most tedious books I've ever read. The teacher looking slightly taken aback asked;
"Please explain?"
"Personally I feel the book was pointless of Hemingway to write, and just as pointless for anyone to read, unless they wish to be mind-numbingly bored senseless." The class was already giggling, "I think every student in this class will agree with me when I say; nothing happens. Even when it does, it doesn't. It's not even about the character going through an emotional journey, Santiago has been through it all before, he just happens to be a little older and a little more senile, it's honestly in the records of the most dull books I have ever had the displeasure to read - just before 'The Great Gatsby' - that's another book where nothing happens." I finished my rant with the class giggling and whispering and the teacher looking horrified.
"Umm, well it truly is a shame you feel that way, I personally think both of those books are classics and should be given a chance."
"I think the new girl's right, Sir," A girl behind me called. "Could we not do something more interesting?"
"And what would you suggest? Harry Potter? I don't think so," He replied with arrogance.
"What about Oscar Wilde?" I offered. "He's witty, satirical and well interesting. It is quite literally a homosexual man writing fairy tales"
"That sounds good," another boy offered, the class nodded in agreement.
"NO! I have chosen this book and we will read this book!" He shouted and went bright red, and gave me a glare ready to break glass.
So he handed me a text book and a copy of 'The old man and the sea', and I listened to him yapp on for an hour and twenty minutes.

After English I had maths which I could not make head or tail of. Finally the lunch bell rang. My math teacher gave me my locker key, and directed me towards it. Locker 103 was slightly banged up and had a dent right in the middle. I'd sort that out. I opened it and punched the dent back into place, wasn't perfect, but definitely looked better. Then I realised what I'd just done, I looked round to see if anyone had seen me. The hall was pretty vacant, and I wasn't getting funny looks, phew. I placed the books I'd been given in the locker and went to the lunch hall. It was pretty full, I scoped around for the blonde boy who I realised I didn't know the name of. Then I saw the jet black hair. I froze, Fabian. This was not what I had planned for today. I turned away and found tanned boy, he was sitting with a bunch of friends, and I held my head high and walked over.

"Umm, hi" he said looking up.

"Hey" I smiled "May I" I asked if I could sit next opposite him next to one of his friends.

"Oh yeah sure" He was with a different group than before.

"I never got your names" I said not only referring to him.

"I'm Caleb" he smiled "This is Taylor" He said pointing to a very good-looking boy with dark coffee coloured skin. "Elliot, and Kyle" He said gesturing the two boys at the end of the table I smiled and greeted them.

"What's your name?" Taylor asked he had a very deep soothing voice.

"Oh of course, sorry, Faith Cullen" I smiled.

"Wow, Cullen?" Elliot with his brown curly hair asked.

"Yeah"

"Like, Rosalie Cullen?" Strawberry blonde Kyle asked.

"Yes, like Rosalie Cullen" I said, I tried to keep agitation out of my voice.

"Looks, run in that family" Elliot laughed

"Dude, they're adopted" Caleb hit him "Sorry about him" he blushed

"No, don't worry" I remembered my dad. I wondered if he was really dead, I wasn't going to think about that now.

"So, why haven't we seen you around before then?" Kyle asked.

"Just adopted"

"Oh, from London, England" It annoyed me when people said that,

"I know where London is" he looked embarrassed "yeah, London"

"So tell us about the 'Cullens' I remember my sister telling me about them a few years ago" Elliot mused

"What do you want to know?"

"Why do none of you eat?" He said noting I'd not yet touched my food; I took a big bite out of the sandwich.
"We do, but you know, they're a bit picky about what food they eat, especially Edward he's just a bit of a brat"

"Ahhh, but you're different?"

"For now" I smiled. "Hey, do any of you know anything about that guy over there" I said nodding towards Fabian who was surrounded by a group of boys, neither of them eating or talking.

"He and his brothers started last semester," Kyle said chewing on a piece of bread.

"Fucking pain in the asses if you ask me" Taylor spoke.

"Why?"

"All the fucking girls drape themselves over them especially him" He said pointing to the boy next to Fabian.

"But don't get us wrong they're all just as bad" Caleb was eating an apple.

"I hear some girl killed herself after one of them was done with her" Elliot whispered

"I heard another girl went to the loony bin" Kyle said not taking his eyes off of them.

"Why do you ask, you thinking of going for one of them? Don't they're trouble" Caleb instructed.

"No, I just met one of them in the bar down town you know didn't know he went here"

"You go to bars?" Elliot asked "You know that's illegal"

"So?" I replied not caring.

"Dude stop being such a pussy" Kyle laughed.

"What have you got next?" Caleb asked. I looked at my time table.

"P.E" I said

"Same" Kyle offered to high-five me, I left him hanging as I was looking over to Fabian's table, he turned his head caught my eye, raised his time table letting me know, he'd be joining me and Kyle for sports.

Thank you, Nikita Atkinson for being my wonderful 'Editor-in Chief' this chapter; I think everyone will appreciate the much improved quality of English. This was a difficult chapter for me to write, and I'm still not sure whether I'm happy with it or not. Nether the less here it is and I hope you enjoyed it, as always reviews would be lovely x