Back again (yay!) since I've received reviews and such (what author lives without them!?) I will be continuing this story.. I'd probably continue it even with out them, but updates probably wouldn't happen very quickly… the chocolate keeps coming off my pocky! D: …well enough of my babble, to the story
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight … darn
I woke up around 6 the next morning, school started around 7:30, so I had plenty of time to get ready. I showered and dressed in a loose pair of jeans, a black and white guitar T, and a pair of black Chucks. Charlie was sitting at the table when I walked down stairs, he looked up from the paper he was reading, a coffee cup raised half way to his mouth, staring at me like I was some odd creature.
"Good morning, dad." I watched him for a moment, then walked to the refrigerator and rummaged for a moment, finding nothing but milk, butter, and some spoiled yogurt. I frowned at the yogurt and tossed it in the trash as I walked by it, looking through the cupboards.
"Good morning, Bella." Charlie seemed to have finally recovered from whatever state he'd been in. I opened another cupboard and found bread for toast, making a mental note to find a grocery store and stock up on food. I put the bread in the toaster and let the machine work as I organized the dishes that were sitting along the counter, it had to be a weeks worth of breakfast dishes from Charlie. "You don't have to do that, I'll clean them." I smiled at him over my shoulder.
"It's not a problem, same kinda' job I had back with mom and Robert…" Charlie frowned, he knew I'd had issues; I'd visited Charlie every year, two weeks each summer, until I'd turned four, when Robert had come into the picture, and suddenly it was wrong that I travel from Riverside, California to Forks, Washington. How Robert had ever talked Renee into moving to Riverside, I'd never know, but it had happened and even being closer to Charlie, somehow, he'd managed to keep me from my dad. Charlie's arms wrapped around me and I realized that I'd stopped moving, that'd I'd literally been lost in thought for a moment there.
"You eat and get to school." He smiled and handed me a set of keys. "The yellow key is for the front door and the red one is for the truck, you should be able to find the office fairly easily, it's small enough." He smiled then and blushed slightly. "I'm sure everyone will know who you are." I groaned at him.
"Dad!" I smiled at him though; it was just his nature to tell everyone in town that his daughter was finally coming back. I gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheek before rushing out the door, calling out a goodbye over my shoulder, toast in hand.
I drove into the lot at the school, it was fairly full, but that wasn't saying much, because the lot was pretty small. I pulled into an empty space, it was next to a silver Volvo, which also happened to be the newest looking car in the lot, how ironic, the oldest next to the newest. I parked the huge truck, it was loud too, but sturdy so I wasn't complaining, then got out and locked the doors, starting across the grass toward the school.
I walked into the front office where I met the large red head who was sitting at the front desk, she looked me over and I smiled at her.
"I'm Isabella Swan." She smiled immediately, I groaned again, inwardly this time, Charlie would have used my full name too. She began digging through the stacks of paper on her desk and eventually pulled out two sheets of paper, one was a soft blue, the other a stark pink.
"This is a map of the school, and your schedule." She held up the blue paper in reference to the map and the pink to the schedule, great, I'd be carrying around an obnoxious colored paper, proclaiming to the masses that I was new. Joy. I thanked her and left the office, heading off to find my first period class.
I found building three, which wasn't a hard task since each of the six small buildings had a large number stuck at the doors. Students were filtering into class now and I followed a pair into the classroom and walked up to the teacher, Mr. Mason, letting him know who I was, he stared for a moment before handing me a few papers and sending me to an empty seat at the back of the class. People still managed to stare at me, though a few were scolded to pay attention throughout the lesson. I looked over the reading list Mr. Mason had given me and sighed, all of them were books I'd read at least once, whether for my own sake or for school, and I'd already written essays for several of them.
The bell finally rang; an annoyingly droning sound that lasted for several seconds. I stood and started packing my things back into my bag when a boy approached me; he was gangly, for lack of a better word, in the awkward phase of a growth spurt. He had poor skin health and shiny jet black hair.
"You're Isabella Swan, right?" I inwardly sighed.
"Bella," Several people turned to stare as he asked me where my next class was. "Government, with Jefferson in building six." He was going to try to be helpful, I could tell almost immediately.
"I could show you how to get there, I'm Eric by the way." He smiled and I returned the gesture.
"Thanks, but I'll be fine." I smiled, hoping I wasn't making enemies already, I'd never been one to ask for help, and I wasn't going to suddenly start now. He smiled and rushed from the room, a blush obvious on his face, I sighed slightly, feeling kinda bad for him, I grabbed my jacket off the rack of hooks outside the door and threw it on over my bag as I walked out into the rain, which had been a barely noticeable drizzle before and was now a steady downfall.
The rest of the day wasn't much different, with a few braver-than-others people introducing themselves and asking polite questions. For the most part I listened to them and answered politely. Only my Trig teacher, Mr. Varner made me get up in front of the class to introduce myself, the class was surprisingly quiet as I stuttered and blushed my way through the introduction, and nobody laughed when I nearly face planted after tripping over my boots. A girl who was in both my Trig and Spanish classes also walked with me to lunch, she was prattling on about teachers and their classes and such, but I wasn't really paying much attention. I walked into the lunchroom, following the girl over to a table where several friends of hers sat. They looked at her, amazed, apparently at her bravery in speaking to me, she introduced them, but I quickly forgot their names. I then noticed the boy from English, waving at me from across the room.
I sat with the group, seven of them, trying to follow their conversations, until something caught my eye form across the room, as far away from me as possible. Five different but similar people, I stared intently, they weren't gawking at me, which made it that much easier to gawk at them. Three boys, one a large, hulking figure with dark curly hair, he seemed comparable to a grizzly, even as far from him as I was, the second a lithe figure, his hair was a honey like blonde, still muscled, but not nearly as bulky as the other, and the third was more lanky, easily the youngest of the three, his bronze hair looked carelessly tousled. The two girls were starkly different, one a gorgeous blond, one you would expect to see modeling swimsuits or on the covers of fashion magazines, the second was pixie like, her small figure was balanced by her extreme thinness and small features, her hair was a dark black, cropped short and spiked up slightly in all directions. Their features were extremely different, but they were all a stark white, their perfect skin was something you'd never expect to see outside of movies, magazines, or artwork.
I turned to the girl from my Spanish class and looked back to the five, where the pixie girl was rising, carrying her untouched food to a trash can before she left through the back door, my eyes flickered back to the others as I spoke.
"Who are they?" I asked. The girl looked up for a moment, at almost the exact same moment, the youngest looked at her, for the briefest moment, his eyes then flickering to mine, I looked away, but not before noticing that he'd looked away faster. The girl next to me giggled, her cheeks flushed slightly.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale, the one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live with Dr. Cullen and his wife." The girls name suddenly came to me; Jessica. The five all had old sounding names, though they fit and it wasn't that strange really, especially in a town like Forks.
"They're all very… model like." I struggled with a word that fit their beauty.
"Yes!" Jessica giggled again. "But they're all together- Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice. And they live together." I glanced sidelong at Jessica and sighed, typical small minds of a small town. I stood, with my half empty tray in hand and walked toward a trash bin in the middle of the room, Jessica gawked after me along with most of her table. I walked over toward the four people; the Hales and Cullens. I sat across from them, and nearly laughed at the looks they gave me, like they were shocked that anyone would come anywhere near them.
"Hi, I'm Bella Swan, you've probably heard of me as Isabella, but I'd really prefer that you call me Bella. I just figured I'd come over here and introduce myself so as to let the annoyingly small minded people know that I don't give a damn what they think about your situation." I smiled and stood, walking out the same door Alice had left through only a few moments earlier. Jasper had stiffened, along with Edward, whose eyes had tightened slightly as I had spoken, Rosalie looked offended, and Emmett had looked amused. I made my way to my next class, which was Biology with a Mr. Banner, I waited outside the class for the bell to ring, when it did, I entered the room and went to speak with the teacher, he seemed like a mostly kind man and gave me the papers I needed to get started, telling me that there was only one opened seat and that I was lucky to be sitting next to the person with the highest grades in the class. He said this almost begrudgingly, like he was jealous of this student, he pointed out the seat and I sat, all before students had really started trickling in from their prior classes. I sat down and started reading through the papers Mr. Banner had given me, pleased to find that most of the things on his agenda were things I'd already studied to some degree back in California.
I finally looked up as someone sat beside me, I turned and was surprised to find Edward Cullen sitting next to me, he looked up at me then, seeming to glare, I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was angry at my sudden introduction during lunch. I smiled apologetically as I put the papers I'd been reading into my bag. He shuddered next to me, a movement barely noticeable, but something I'd learned to pick up on with Robert around, because if he started shaking in any manner, you got out of the way.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked just above a whisper, not quite looking at Edward since Mr. Banner had started a lecture on something to do with the genetic make-up of single celled organisms. Edward looked at me out of the corners of his eyes, which were pitch black, he had a hand draped lightly over his nose and I silently wondered if someone's perfume was too strong and he was feeling sick. "If you don't feel good, you should get a pass to the clinic." I smiled at him, trying to be friendly, he stared at me for a moment, and then seemed to shake himself from a state of deep thought, he raised his hand infinitesimally and Mr. Banner paused to look at him. "He's not feeling well, Mr. Banner, I think he needs to go to the clinic." Mr. Banner nodded and waved Edward out of the classroom, he shot me what I assumed was a grateful glance as he left the room, I smiled hopefully in return and returned my attention to Mr. Banner as the door shut.
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Well, I was following the book for some of the dialogue there.. Don't worry, Jessica and friends are actually going to be ok with it all! :D but major twist!
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