Okay pepole, for those of you who are reading my story of Can you forgive me? and have read the new chapter you know what I'm about to say. I'm going to try this new thing of taking longer to write a chapter but having longer chapters. I'd do it in a cycle, as of now it'd first be Can you forgive me? then Gothlight wich is now and finnally Another Creature and that'd be it and the cycle repeat. But I want to know after I do the long chapter for Another Creauter that I promised I want to know do you guys perfer of two things. Should I update every few days but the chapters be short? Or should I take awhile to finish a chapter but it be long.
Now keep in mind for this story I litterly have the Twilight book right beside me on the bed and my cell phone is holding it up and I'm interperting the best I can, so that means no matter what you decide the chapters for this series will always be about as long only the time it takes to update will change.
Okay now that where done with that, I just want to thank all of you. I know thier are probaly a whole bunch of better alternatnet Twilight fics out thier then mine, but it means alot when you read it. Happy reading!
My mother drove me to the airport where I would finally be free. Free of Phenoix and it's never ending cloundless blue skys and on going heat. I was wearing one of the items I would be glad I wouldn't have to wear again, a sleevless white eyelet lace top. I was wearing brown pants and flip flops with it. When I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn't belive what I saw, I didn't look like me.
Needless to say my mother had been happy, my carry-on item was a parka, stuffed into it was a pair of black skinny jeans, a My Chemical Romance shirt and eyeliner.
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exests. A small town that is perfect for me, almost always under a cloud. Gloomy, gloomy and perfect. It is said to be the rainest place in America.
It was from here my mother ran away carring me when I was too younge to know what was going on and to protest, only a few months old.
Yet a month every summer I was allowed to come back to this beautiful place. Their was an old abandoned mansion a bit out of town that by the time I was ten I'd go and explor, it was beautiful. That was until I turned fourteen when my mom had found out where I spent my day while Charlie was at work. She had been livid and pleaded to the court that it was unfit for me to be their.
I had cried then, my eyeliner had ran nown my cheecks in a way that, if I hadn't been so sad, I thought was cool.
My dad had been sad to, he loved Forks and that I enjoyed it. He hadn't ever understood my love for the dark but he accepted it wich was more then I could say for my mother. But thanks to her he would come up for a two week vacation in California for me for the last three years.
Now I am moving to Forks. My mother married a younger guy, a baseball player and I took that as the chance to leave. She didn't care at all, she never did when she had a guy with her. I figured since they were married it'd buy me some time, about two months after she had forbidden me to go to Forks she started dating a guy. I took the anichitive to leave for Forks then, she was more then happy to comply.
That had been one of the greatest months of my life, unfortently right before we shipped off the school papers, she had called. Apparently they broke up and she wanted me to live with her. I wasn't dumb, I had fought, she unfortently thought of this and said that she thought I meant for the summer, not to stay.
"Goodbye sweetheart." My mom, Reene, mumbles to me barly paying attention.
I am surprised one last time of how much my mom looks like me. Except her hair is dyed blonde and short, laugh lines and her blue eyes are child like while my eyes are brown.
"Bye mom, love you." She barly gives a nod in answer and I left for the flight.
In the four hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle felt like a chain was slowly relasing me. The hour flight in a small plane up to Port Angeles even better. The hour drive from Port Angeles to Forks was the best.
Charlie was beyond happy that I was moving. He didn't say it but we both felt no need to talk that much either. He knew I had been trying to get to Forks since Renee had decided she wanted me to stay full time in Phenoix.
When I arrived I saw it was raining, joyus rain. I wouldn't feel the sun slowly baking me anymore. Thank you Forks, I love you.
My dad, Charlie, was waiting for me. He's chief of police so I couldn't do anything mager or chief Swan would know about it.
He quickly gave me a hug and we were on our way.
"I found a good car for you, really cheap." I smiled, my own car? That is a dream come true.
"What kind of car?"
"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy." I smiled excitedly, I didn't know much about cars but I knew that you could hit Chevys with a tank and it wouldn't take them out.
"How cheap is cheap?" I asked, I only have a certain amount of money that I could spend on it.
"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." he peeked at me just in time for a huge smile to spread on my face.
Wow. Free. Possibly one of the best cars out their, and it's free.
"You didn't need to do that, dad. I was going to buy myself a car." I said, I was grateful that he'd do that for me but I just didn't like people spending money on me.
"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He wasn't looking at me then, he was staring out the window. Charlie wasn't one for voicing his feelings.
"That's really nice of you, dad. Thanks, but you should know that I am happy here." I was staring out the window to but I flashed a smile at him.
"No problem, Bells, I got it from the Blacks. You remember them don't you?"
"Yeah, how could I ever forget?" The Blacks where like family. Charlie and Billy, the father, had been best friends since they where younge kids. Billy's wife had died when the children were younge. Their where three of them, a older girl who never really bothered with me and I never bothered with her, a girl my age named Rachel I sometimes played with, and a boy named Jacob I used to make mud pies with.
When I saw the truck I felt even better about my deciosion. It was beautiful, it was one of those iron clad trucks you see from an accident. Paint not even scratched, the rements of the opposing car scattered haphazardly around it.
"Wow, dad, I love it! Thanks!" Charlie looked surprised, he knew I wasn't one for verbose outburst any more then he was so he knew I must really love it.
"I'm glad you like it," Charlie said gruffly, embarrassed again.
It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had belonged to me since I was born. The wooden floor, the black walls-that Charlie painted for a surprise when I came here the summer that I was thirteen, I had probably thanked him fifty times a day that summer and emailed my thanks about a month after I went back to my mother.- the peaked ceiling, the deep burgundy purple/red curtains that were almost black. Charlie had put a second hand computer on my old withering cherry wood desk.
There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie, it's not that I mind at all. Compared to the creeps that Renee had dated I much perfered my own father.
Another wicked trait with Charlie other then his acceptence of who I am all though he dosnt really understand it is that he dosnt hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, something both me and Charlie were more than capable of doing but renee couldn't to save her life.
Forks high school has a total of three hundred and fifty seven-now fifty eight- students; their were more then seven humdred people in my junior class alone back home. All of the kids had grown up together-their grandparents had probably even been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity and a freak.
I atleast know that pretty soon the curiosity will ware away. I will always remain a freak, the goth girl with the heavily eyelined eyes and black lipstick, but I didn't care, this was how I espressed myself and no one will change that.
I don't even look like a girl from pheniox "should", I wasn't tan or blonde or sporty. I was naturally pale and my dark clothes, dyed black hair and dark eyes only added to my paleness. I am slender but soft, but I can hold myself easily in a fight. It is quiet a curiosity in itself, I am probably the most clumsy person on the planet yet when it's a real fight I'm graceful as a swan.
I didn't relate well to people my age, heck I didn't relate well to people period. I often have wondered if I saw the same thing everyone else saw, or is their a glitch in my brain.
I fell asleep gently that night, the rain a soothing sound to me. I dreamt of finding a group of people who liked me, not to many, I was a loner by nature, but a few would be okay perhaps five others. People who honestly got me, who understood and was on the same page as me. I know that this is a vain hope, that I wont find anyone like this and it wasn't any use to watch my dreams fall away. A girl can dream though, litteraly.
A thick fog was all I could see out my window in the morning, and it looked wicked! It reminds me of the samuri video games I used to play with my couisons. I used to spend the few days it was foggy in summer when I visited here playing, around the mansion that was like my own sercret personal play area, pretending I was either a ninja or samuri or some other thing depending on my mood.
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me good luck at school, I thanked him. No need for him to know that I wouldn't ever make a friend, I didn't have any friends in Phenoix either, it was just one thing I have to give up for so much more. Plus I've never been one who luck just jumps up and holds on, like those pepole who have everything and don't need to worry about anything and they never let others forget, I make my own luck. Moving here is a first rate example of that.
Charlie left first, off to the police station it was like his wife and family he had pored all of his feelings into his job after my cowardly mother hightailed it out of here.
I chewed on my cerial while I took in my surrondings. I was sitting at an old square oak table in one of the three unlatching chairs. The kitchen had dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and a white linoleum floor. Nothing was changed. Renee had painted the cabinets eighteen years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine in the house, I'm glad she kept her destructive tastes to one room.
Over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchif-sized family room was a row of pictures. First a wedding picture of Charlie and Renee in Las Vegas, then one of the three of us in the hospital after I was born, taken by a helpful nurse, followed by the procession of my school pictures up to last year's. Those are embarrassing to look at, really what seventeen year old can see a picture of when she was five and have any viseters looking at them and be okay? But I wont ask Charlie to take them down, for the last sixteen and some months of my life besides my month visit here every year, shortened to one week after I was fourteen, these pictures where all he had of his one and only child. How could I ask him to take them down, it's not like I'd have any friends coming in to see them to get embarrassed around.
Charlie had never gotton over Renee. It is easy to see from the way he still holds onto their wedding photo, how he has never talked about a girlfriend when I visited or the phone calls we'd always try but never really work since niether of us are prone talkers. Even though Renee is a flake and irresponsible and Charlie deserves so much more he still hasn't gotton over her.
Was it a mistake to come here, will me being her just remind Charlie of the one woman he has ever loved used to love him back is gone forever now? I don't want to be an unnessery and painful reminder to Charlie.
Their isn't anything I can do for it now, so I simply put on my coat and headed out into the rain.
It was just drizzling when I got out of the house. I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door, and locked up. I enjoyed the sloshing of the water from my new waterproof boots that I was wearing over my converse, it was so much better then the crunch of gravel as I walked.
Inside the truck was nice and dry, Charlie or Billy had probably cleaned it up. It still faintly smelled of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. The engine started quickly but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top bolume. The antique radio worked even if it didn't have the best reception.
Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was, like most of the things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop, it looked like a collection of matching houses, built with marron-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see it's size at first. Where was the feel of institution? Where were the chain-like fences, the metal detecters?
Obviously their aren't as many trouble makers here. That presented both good and bad predicments. On one hand it wont be as much fun as either laughing when idiots get caught doing things or impressed when they pull something big off without a hitch. But it wont take forever to get into the flippen building like it was in Pheniox.
I parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the dorr reading FRONT OFFICE. No one else was parked there, so I was sure it's off limits, but I decided I would get directions inside instead of circling around the school like an idiot and probably being late. I stepped out of the tosty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door.
Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I hope'd. the office was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-fleaked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered withwire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a purple t-shirt.
The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?" She stared at me and I could see the assesment in here eyes. Trouble.
"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awarness light her eyes. I was being expected, I'm a topic of town gossip no doubt. Daughter of the Chief's flacky, flighty, ex-wife, come home at last. I wonder when they'll get tired of it and back off from me. It'll be intresting and could be my thesis in collage. How long will it take the people of a small quiet town who gossip to stop intrest in a new comer who is different from all of them?
"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show me.
She went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave me a slip to have earch teacher sign, which I was to bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at me and hoped that I would like it here in Forks. I smiled back as convincingly as I could. How dumb does this woman think I am? She went through all the classes with me because she probably didn't want the Chief of Police gunning for her, like I would ever bring anything to Charlie. I loved him but he's a dad, not much he can do. She obviously wanted the teachers signature because she thinks I'll skip. Why would I skip? It only delays the work I'll eventully do anyway.
By the time I got back into my truck other students were starting to arrive. I drove around the school, following the line of traffic. I'm glad to see that most of the cars are older like mine, nothing flashy. At Phenoix I'd lived in one of the few lower-income neighborhoods that were included in the Paradise Vally District. It was common to see a new Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot. And most of the students were snobby about it, especially whichever girls came home with new noses in the fall. the nicest care here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out. Still I cut the engine as soon as I was in a spot that the thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me.
I looked at the map in the truck, trying to memorize it now; hopefully I wouldn't have to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day. I stuffed everything in my bag, with the map folded into my pocket just in case, slung the strap over my shoulder, and sucked in a huge breath. I can do this, it's not like anyone's going to bite me. I just wasn't really good at metting people, but I forced myself out of the truck.
I kept my face pulled back into the hood of my jacket as I walked to the sidewalk, crowded with teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stick out, it would only look different if you saw the front that had Sick Puppies on it.
Once I got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was painted on a white square on the east corner. I felt my breating gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as I approached the door. I tried to hold my breath as two unisex rain coats entered the building. This is it, the moment everyone would see me and then a gradual back off. This one moment will be the hardest.
The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. I copied them. They were two girls one a porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. At least my skin wouldn't be a standout in here like in Pheniox.
I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name, and of course I flushed tomato red. Lucky it was hidden behind my Bloody Mary powder so it probably was barly pink. But atleast he allowed me an empty desk in the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow they managed. I kept my eyes down reading the list the teacher had given me. It was farly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was comforting…yet also incredibly boring. I wondered if my mom would send me my folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating. I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on. It's not like it'd not end the same way, ten to one she's already thrown out everything I couldn't take with me here to make room for her new hubby and her fickle ways.
When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as oil lick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type. I don't usully like lables but so far he's proving me right.
"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me.
"Where's your next class?" he asked.
"I had to check in my bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six."
There was nowhere to look without meeting curiouse eyes.
"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way…." Defeintly over-helpful. "I'm Eric," he added.
I smiled tentivly. "Thanks."
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I hope I'm not getting paranoid.
"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.
"Very."
"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"
"Three or four times a year."
"wow, what must that be like?" he wondered. Ha! The guy doesn't know how good he has it.
"Sunny," I told him.
"You don't look very tan.""My mother is part albino."
He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like he and a sense of humor weren't on first name basis. "It's called sarcasm, lighten up." I sighed, if everyone in this school was like him I'd lose my sarcasm super powers.
We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. Eric walked me right to the door, even though it was clearly marked.
"Well, good luck," he said as I touched the handle. "Maybe we'll have some other classes together." He sounded hopeful.
I smiled at him vaugly and went inside.
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself.
"So your name is Isabella, what do you like to be called? Izzy?"
"No, Bella." I told him already hating him more and more with each passing second.
"Do you have anything you like everyone in class to know?" He asked, I almost said no but changed my mind at the last minute.
"Just that I'll be the end of anyone who messes with me." I said and walked to my seat. It was so cool, like the fucken matrix or something.
After two classes, I started to recognize several faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. I mostly told the truth of how much I loved it, but I did lie a lot when they asked me about my classmates. I didn't even know these people, how am I supposed to give an opion on any of them?
One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter then my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. She was wearing a extremely short shorts that she had to freeze in when she went outside, and one of those overpriced Hollister shirts that anyone who wears them insists they aren't slutty but we all know they are. I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded ass she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't even try to keep up.
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. The boy from English, Erick, waved at me from across the room.
Is was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, which I was grateful to each of them for. It was safe to look at them without metting a pair of interested eyes, but it was none of these that caught and held my attention.
They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big-muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was talller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He wore a long slevee tight black shirt and baggy pants with chains. He was more boyish that the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather that students.
The girls were oppisites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, something I had seen too many times around my house growing up with Renee crying out "why can't I look like this anymore?" I have long since stoped feeling guilty for it. The girl's hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was oddly pixie like, thein in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.
And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this small sunless town. They may even be paler then me, the albino. They all have very dark eyes, despite the range in hair tones. They also have dark shadows under those eyes-purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their fetures, were straight and perfectly angular.
But all this is not why I couldn't look away.
They were all looking away, away from everything. It was like they all where in their own world.
"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.
As she looked up to see who I meant-though already knowing, probably my tone-suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his beautifully black eyes flickered to my own brown lined in eyelined eyes.
He looked away quickly, much faster then I've ever seen anyone move. The way he looked at the girl though, it was as if she had called his name and he looked up out of habit.
The girl next to me giggled, whether from the boy who just looked at us looking at her first or from my embaressment I don't know. Heck with the way she was she could just be giggling for the sake of giggling. I hate gigglers, not the people who's laugh sounds like a giggle, they can't help it. I hate girls who giggle and talk like a baby doll on purpose because they think it's cute. That shit is annoying.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one that's left is Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said all this under her breath, like it was some big secret she'd be punished if she told.
Those names were strange and unpopular. Kind of like how I am, strange and soon I will be unpopular. I know they all have each other so they wont want and outsider among them, yet still it will be nice to know that in some form I'm not alone. Still their names where so old fashioned, grandparents names not that I had much room to talk, Isabella is a pretty old name to. But aren't people born in small town supposed to have generic names? I finally remembered that this girls name is Jessica. I common name, back in my history class in Phenoix their were two girls named Jessica.
"They look nice." I said, I meant it for their personalities, they didn't seem to be mean or anything, just perfered to be alone like I do.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle, obviously she took my comment as for their physical apperance I rolled my eyes but she didn't see. "They're all together though-Emmett and Rosalie and Jasper and Alice, I mean. and they live together." She looked so disgusted.
"Which ones are the Cullens?" I asked, because unless the two Hales are toghther then theirs a chance that it's not incises.
"None of them are related, only the Hales who are brother and sister, twins-the blondes-and their all adopted foster children.
"They look a little old for foster children." I had to admit, it wasn't that hard to belive that there are some older kids in foster care but it was hard for me to accept. Always moving around, getting to like people then having to move away again, it cant be an easy life.
"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."
"That's really sweet-for them to take care of those kids like that, when the they're so younge and everything." It is sweet, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen couldn't have been more then newly weds if that when they took those kids in. To take on that kind of responsibility voluntarily when they didn't have to is one of those things when you see that the world does have good people in it.
"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly, it seemed like she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. "I think Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added as if that lessened their kindeness. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut but seriously if she's going to imply unkind things about someone atleast have the guts and decency to say it when they can defend themselves.
"Why would it matter if she can have kids or not?" I turned and allowed my full hatred into my eyes.
"Well…she can't have kids so….it's not like she'd have her own so takeing them was really for her." Jessica said eyes widening.
"Taking them was really for her?" I asked disbelievingly. "Come on, your not that stupid."
She looked at me blankly. The girl really had no idea of what life was really like, did she? Well time for a cruel wake up call, my specialty.
"Maybe you don't know this, but not everyone's lucky enough to have loving parents who take care of them. And wheather or not she has the ability to bear children dosnt mean it was kind of her to take so many kids in when she was so younge. And from what you say none of the couples are actually related so theirs no reason to have that disgust in your tone. One more thing, if your going to spread gossip, spread it far from me because I cant stand gossipers." I was about to get when I heard laughing. The big guy, either Edward or Emmett was laughing and so was the short pixie girl, Alice I think. The lanky boyish boy and the blondes where staring at them. The blonde boy, Jasper turned to me and mouthed "Thank you" right to me, I just gave a nod. Did the whole cafeteria hear me? That's actually good, that way it's like a cafetira filled with birds with one stone. I'm sure Jessica the Gossiper will get the message around that I'm not to be trifled with.
"Your as bad as the rest of them, especially the one with reddish brown hair, Edward. He's gorges, obviously, but he dosnt date, noen of the girls here are goodlooking enough for him." I smirked and raised and eyebrow to let her know I wasn't fooled, that comment was completely sour grapes. I wonder when he turned her down. As I got up to throw away my trash he was looking away and his cheeck was lifted as if he was smiling to.
When I finished throwing my trash away I saw him looking at me with a look of unmet expection on his face then he quickly turned. I shrugged and went outside to a little bench outside the cafetira but still under the roof and pulled out a book.
I kept a good watch on time, I don't want to be late for my classes on the first day. One of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me that her name was Angela, had Biology ll with me the next hour. We walked to class toghther, she was shy to. I could tell that my apperance was strange to her, I was wearing a Sick Puppies jacket over a skull shirt and black skinny jeans and had a spiked collar.
When I walked in Angela noded a polite goodbye and went to sit with the boy who sat with her. All the seats where taken except for one. The one next to none other then Edward Cullen.
Something strange happened when I walked past him to get my slip signed. He went rigid and looked at me with such anger I was beside myself. What could I have possibly done to him to make him look like he wanted to murder me.
The teacher, Mr. Banner, signed my slip and me a book without, bless his heart, any nonsense of introductions.
I didn't look at him as I sat my books down and sat as far from him as the table would allow. I saw him from the corner of my eye, he was looking straight ahead and his face looked as if he smelled somthign rotten.
I pulled my hair close to my face and took a sniff. It smelled of one of my favorit shampoo, strawberrys. What did this guy get sick from strawberrys or something, or lavender wich I was the scent of my soap.
I allowed my hair to become a protective curtiain. I may think that it's sweet his parents adopted him and that he and his family didn't deserve to be gossiped about but that didn't mean I am not ticked at him. I don't know why he looks like he's in pain to be around me .
The lecture didn't help much, it was about cellular anatomy, I already did learned that and it's boring. I doddled instead, I'm no pacosso but I can draw.
Tick, tick, tick. That's all the stupid clock kept doing but it was taking forever. Come on you stupid bell! Ring!
The bell did finally ring and he was out of the classroom like a bat out of hell. What is the guys problem?
While I was getting up I heard a male voice. "Aren't you Isabella Swan?"
"I looked up to see a baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. If I went for the gold type I might even think he's cute. At least he dosnt think I smell bad.
"Bella," I corrected trying to smile at him. Looks like I'll love the town but hate school, no matter at Phenoix I hated school and home, this is far better.
"I'm Mike."
"Hi, Mike."
"Do you need any help finding you next class?"
"I'm headed to the gym, actually. I'm pretty sure I can find it on my own."
"That's my next class, too!" He apperead a little too happy by that coincidence.
We walked to class toghther, pretty much because I couldn't think of a legitement excuse and wasn't up for a fight. I was right to do that; this boy can talk. He supplied most of the conversation, he had lived in California till he was ten, but the main diffrence was he loved the sun and I hated it.
"So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that." So this is why Mike was talking to me, for gossip.
"I don't know why he was acting like that."
"The Cullens are all weird." He supplied probably hoping to make me feel better.
"Aren't we all?" I asked, he looked confused by what I said. "See you around." I spoke before ducking into the girls locker room, of course they wouldn't get what I was saying.
I got my uniform but Coauch Clapp didn't make me dress for today, I just walked around the gym as everyone played vollyball. After gym I went to the office to give my slip.
Their standing in front of the desk was none other then Edward Cullen. He was trying to get his scheduel changed. I was shocked to see him and he just looked at me then turned to the receptionist.
"Never mind, then. I can see that it's impossible, thank you so much for your help." I was stunned, no one in this generation besides me ever spoke so conceteritly. Even as he walked out I had a distinct feeling, he's a gentleman.
The reciptionest turned to me. "How did your first day go, dear?" She asked in a fake maternal tone.
"Really good." It wasn't a lie, besides the gossipers and the eccentric Edward Cullen wanting me dead it is good.
I left the office and went to my truck, it roared to life and I drove back home. Telling myself that this is better then Pheniox. In a way it isn't but mostly it is.