Sorry this chapter is so short. Next one should be longer. Anyway, let me know what you think.
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In a major lapse of judgment, I had let Rachel pick out my classes. She said that she had picked out classes that she thought I would enjoy, but as I scanned my schedule, I felt like strangling her. Let's just put it this way, Art History I was my first class of the day. What the hell did I care about art history for?
I opened the door to the classroom slowly, dreading what was about to come. The lights were dimmed and a big screen took up the front wall. I sighed inwardly as I saw the size of the desks. They were small and arranged in a stadium seating kind of way. I picked out a seat in the back row and crammed myself into it. Being nearly seven feet tall definitely had its disadvantages.
I put my bag in the seat next to me and propped my feet up on the back of the seat in front of me so I could be my own little island with no one sitting near me. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I didn't care about what they had to say when Bella, the girl I just couldn't seem to get over, could be turned into a bloodsucker at any moment.
Besides, there was no reason for me to drag anyone else down into my deep pool of misery. I had already done that to the rest of my pack. They were about ready to kill me. It was so bad that they avoided phasing while I was phased.
Suddenly, I about gagged as a sickly sweet smell hit me like a semi truck. Bloodsucker.
A girl, maybe about five-foot four, flounced by me. Her coal black hair contrasted starkly with the pale skin of her arms left exposed by her green T-shirt. I couldn't see her face, but I didn't have to see it to know that all her features would be perfect. She was one of them. A vampire.
I felt my anger level rising as she sat down two rows in front of me. What was she doing here? I would have heard about some new addition to the Cullen clan from Seth, so who was she?