Disclaimer: S. Meyers owns Twilight but Emmett owns me. If I owned them, I would never let them come out to play...
I walked into my English class as I replayed my time with Adam and sat down, unpacking my books as I went. He said we should make it a weekly ritual, which I might take him up on. The professor isn't here, so the room is in pandemonium; full of loud conversations and booming laughs. I opened my laptop and signed onto the internet, figuring that I could check my email, while I have some spare time.
Renee got so frustrated when my old computer crashed, her and Phil got me the laptop to ensure I keep in touch. Jacob was thrilled because he could still keep in touch with me while he was at Jasmine's house, which was more often then not. He had met Jasmine while applying at an Auto shop in Seattle, and "BOOM", he imprinted. They're pretty much inseparable now, which is fine; Jasmine's the sweetest person you'd ever want to meet. Her warm smile never leaves her face, and in many ways, she reminds me of Sam's Emily.
Opening up my email account, I see an email from Renee, telling me how Phil just got a raise and she joined a new book club. I also have an email from Jake telling me how…he and Jasmine are engaged?! Just as I was about to email him back, the professor walked in. She was dressed in a black suit with a red shirt peeking our from underneath. She gracefully walked to the front of the room and wrote her name on the board: "Professor Elizabeth Kennedy."
She then turned around and started removing papers from her bag. Her lustrous brown hair shone, along with her warm chocolate colored eyes. She apologized for being late, but she found out that parking spaces (even in the staff parking lot) are hard to find. We were handed our syllabus as she went over a few points about attendance and the grading scale, then we were dismissed. She was the nicest professor I'd met, by far.
As I walked out to my car, I mentally wrote list of what needed to be done. Charlie should be at work until late tonight, so I can postpone dinner and do some laundry. I went grocery shopping yesterday, so I have all of the ingredients needed to make tonight's meal: pork chops with green bean casserole. I get in and start my beast of a car, pulling out of the parking space. My next day of classes isn't for two days and I'm off this week from work.
I had to quit at Newton's once school was over, not having enough time to do applications and volunteering at the local bookstore. I finally was hired there after a couple of weeks, as assistant manager, in charge of customer questions and the 'classics' section. No one else at the new bookstore knew anything about older books. If it wasn't about the newest teen-heart throb or gaming codes, they had no clue what it was. I was getting more money there than at Newton's and since Mike's mother really no longer needed me, it wasn't a big deal.
I parked the car, and grabbed my stuff. Closing the door behind me, I put my book bag on the sofa and went upstairs. It was best to wear my sweats when dealing with bleach. I changed quickly and pulled my hair into a ponytail to keep it from my face. Grabbing the dirty clothes I went to the laundry room and started the load. I went into the living room to wait until it was time to put in the fabric softener.
Not feeling like watching television, I picked up my copy of 'Phantom of the Opera'. After a couple of chapters I heard the washer buzz and went to put fabric softener in. Checking the clock, I realized I still had several hours before Charlie would be home. Heading back into the living room, I heard a creak in the upstairs hallway. It would always wake me up when Charlie went to the bathroom or to my room to check in on me.
After an inner debate, I finally started upstairs to check. I figure if someone was there, it would be best to know sooner rather than later. Remembering all those stupid horror movies Jake used to make me watch, I went to the kitchen and picked up the largest knife I saw. Of course, if there was something up there, this might not help at all. Paranormal things aren't really frightened by weak women with knives.
I slowly go upstairs, carefully avoiding the spots I know make a noise, and mentally prepare myself for what may lie ahead. I walk into the bathroom…nothing is there. Charlie's door is open, and empty. The last room to check is mine. I walked in, clutching the knife so hard that my hands ache. I yanked open the closet, which is completely in order and lined with my clothes and shoes. I bend to look under the bed, finding nothing but dust bunnies. Straightening myself out, I looked out the window. The sky is showing signs of night approaching, and the street is bare.
Not too long ago, I used to stare out of this window, hoping, praying, that a silver Volvo would appear. I shook myself mentally, reminding myself not to go there. I needed to finish the laundry and start dinner. I started to head back downstairs, shutting the door behind me. I put the clothes into the dryer and went back to the living room to resume my reading. I went to pick up my book…that's no longer there.
Damn it! Maybe it's in the laundry room. I lean my head back against the back of the sofa, closing my eyes. I mentally retrace my steps. I really don't want to have to find another book or watch TV.
"Looking for this?" I jerked my head up so quickly that it started to swim. I looked to the rocking chair with my heart in my throat. I heard my breathing speed up, and soon it began to sound like I had just run a marathon.
"Hello, Bella." I can't breathe. And then darkness rushes up to meet me, engulfing me and I have a feeling of panic that I may not resurface.
A/N:
Sorry for the cliffy. Is it Emmett or someone else? It might be another Cullen, or a bad nomad, Jake, blah, blah, blah…Thanks to those who have reviewed. I might not be able to post tomorrow as I have tons of homework, for history no less. Yuk. Please make me happy and review, it will make me writer faster and possibly better. Lol. I also have a poll up on my profile. Thanks again. Love ya peoples!