Hey all. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, so I am glad to update and give you all the second! Sadly, it may take awhile to update afater that, exams are in a week-ish and I have devoted all of my time to studying, need those A's! But I will try my hardest to work some time in my schedule for an update. Also, I am going to put a picture of their school uniforms on my profile, even though this chapter doesn't really mention them (it's really the next chapter) but it helps you develop that picture in your head.
Some questions that I will answer:
1. Yes Bella does have a special power, but it won't be revealed until later. Feel free to guess in your reviews tho!
2. Yes, in my story, witches have heightened senses as well, it only seems fair :)
3. Yes, you guessed right, Bella is totally OOC, so enjoy!
4. You will have to wait to see where Rosalie comes in.
5. The same with Jasper.
6. Yes, Esme and Carlisle are in this story too.
7. Renee is married to Charlie.
And before I conclude this ever-so-lengthy authors note, I know that Ashford Academy is apparently the same school as an anime, I found that out after I wrote this, i swear I had NO idea. So no, this is not a Code Geass/ Twilight crossover, this is strictly Twilight and I am still debating if I will change the note or not.
ENJOY!
Song: Good Day The Click 5
Chappie Two:
PMS-day
BPOV
I was late, as always. Most people would be freaking out right now, having their own version of a panic attack. This wasn't anything new to me, so lets just say I wasn't very "scared" of the teacher frying me for tardiness.
I paused outside the door, glancing in to see what the class was up to. As usual for the first day, Mr. Carter was explaining to everyone the rules of his class, Magic History. I would never admit it, but it was one of my favorite classes to take. Mr. Carter had a way of captivating his students beyond the normal rapt that most would be in, but I would never tell him, he was a cocky old man who deserved a blow to his ego.
I slowly opened the door, making sure to do my best diva stride as I pranced inside the classroom, smirking at Mr. Carter.
"Ah, Ms. Swan, how nice of you to join us. Since you have set such a wonderful example already why don't you share with us the tardy policy?"
I grinned and said in my most informative voice, "the tardy policy is if you're late, you're tardy. I know that's hard to grasp, but just try real hard and maybe one day you'll understand." The class giggled a tad as I sent Mr. Carter an award-winning smile and he rolled his eyes.
"Glad to see we'll be starting off right where we left off Miss Sawn. Now please take a seat next to Miss Cullen."
Miss Cullen? I slowly turned my head until it fell on her. There she sat, at a table with an empty seat next to her, my seat. She had the biggest smile plastered on her face and she waved her hand in the air furiously, like she was trying to cut the air. Great, I thought as I slumped over to her.
"Hi Bella!" she whisper-squealed, practically jumping in her seat.
"Simmer down little one," I muttered, although I forgot about the whole vampire good hearing thing and all of a sudden the fireball went out with a Whiff!
"Magical History," Mr. Carter began in his lecturing voice which signaled nap time for me, I could always borrow tinker bell's notes and Mr. Carter was notorious for being a complete pedagogue in his first few days of teaching, besides, I knew this class like the back of my hand.
So started the magical period of dozing off for me. The first few weeks of school were always spent sleeping or reading or spending my time on much more important things than listening to Mr. Carter talk about some old magical being that did something cool.
"ISABELLA SWAN! DO NOT SLEEP IN MY CLASS!" Well that certainly came as a shock to me. This was the first time in Carter history that he ever busted me for sleeping.
I peaked through one eye at a fuming Mr. Carter and smiled, balancing my chair on just two legs and resting my hands behind my head.
"Well Mr. Carter, I see you've actually decided to enforce some rules this year," I fired back, giving him my best evil smile.
"Principle's office, now," he said between clenched teeth.
"Always a joy to see mommy dearest," I chimed, jumping up and grabbing my bags, I turned towards pipsqueak beside me who looked like she had just witnessed a crime, "sorry dear, guess we won't be spending much time together today," I said with a wink and patted her head.
I skipped my way out of the classroom and into the hall in such a hurry I didn't notice the kid come flying down the hall.
"Sorry," he apologized hurriedly after bumping into me and causing both our things to be strewn everywhere.
"It's fine," I muttered under my breath, bending down to collect my books and papers into my bag, "it's just the first day so don't freak," I said, noticing the panicky aura around him.
He glanced up at me, his vibrant green eyes confused, "what?"
"Well," I started, trying not to get lost into those eyes, "it's only the first day, the teachers really don't care if your late or not. Especially since you're new to the school, they don't expect you to have the map memorized."
He gave me a crooked smile and it was all I could do from pouncing on him, instead I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and my face turn into a bright red color.
"Um well I gotta go," I said quickly and brushed past him, beating myself up for actually having any not bad thought about a vampire.
"Um, yea thanks!" he yelled behind me, then turned to go to whatever class he was headed to, I hope it was Mr. Carter, he'd give him a good beating for being tardy, after all, his mother isn't the headmistress.
***
I reached mummy's office soon enough, since the corridors and halls and dungeons and everything were memorized at a young age. I could walk around the school in my sleep and know immediately where it is that I wake up.
"Isabella really?" my mother sounded exasperated. The first weeks are always the busiest for her. Complaints, mistakes, problems, everything falls back to her.
"Aw mummy, you actually sounded mad for a second there," I said, plopping down into a seat and leaning back, resting my eyes.
Suddenly there was a slam on her desk and I popped out of my chair like a piece of bread in the toaster.
"This is not naptime Isabella! This is high school and you better start taking this seriously! You are not a little girl anymore so stop acting like one! Are we clear? " All I could manage to do was nod. That was twice this week I was yelled at by Renee.
"Now, I expect that the rest of your classes will go smoothly and hopefully I will not have to see you again for the rest of the year under these circumstances, and if any more problems come up there will be consequences," my mother said from gritted teeth. I nodded and slowly backed away from the door and ran out into the hall.
I couldn't even remember the last time she yelled at me. I was probably young and did something bad and it was her way of punishment. But I always acted up; it was almost routine for me to be sent to the office on the first day.
Usually she would politely greet me and offer me a bagel and let me nap for an hour or so. What was with people today? Was there some memo I forgot about? Everybody PMS like crazy today so Bella gets freaked out? Well it worked.
I know I promised I'd behave for the rest of the day but I couldn't face the embarrassment of walking back into Carter's class and see the satisfactory smile spread across his face. I can act all nice but I can't stand being defeated, I will not be deemed inferior to an old teacher.
I stopped at a bench under an old oak tree. The trunk was too large for me to wrap my arms around, and the branches were long, giving me the perfect amount of shade. I had begged my mom to put a bench there years ago and ever since everyone just called it Bell's Bench.
On countless occasions I'd be under that tree, sitting on that bench, just staring at the school. It helped me clear my thoughts.
So there I was, my knees pulled against my chest and my chin resting on my knees. I sighed in frustration at my day so far. It definitely was not going as planned.
"Fancy seeing you again," I was getting so tired of that mellifluous voice by now.
"What're you stalking me or something?" I snapped, too cantankerous to be pleasant.
"It's funny how stalking is just talking with an's', because really if your stalking someone it's not like your exchanging pleasantries with them," he stated, sitting down beside me on my bench. I guess I was still in that stage where everything is mine.
"Why do you talk like that?" I grumbled, scooting away from him.
"Like what?" I could sense the smile in his voice without even having to look at him; it was just something I could always do. I read people well, which was another reason I was so pissed right now.
"Nevermind," I mumbled, not wanting to get into another argument.
"So, skipping class are we?" I gave him my best 'are you an idiot' look and shook my head, returning to my old position.
"I'm protesting school. It brings out the insecurities in people and only prolongs the inevitable fact that we will all fail when we leave here."
I heard a chuckle from beside me and turned to him again, answering his laugh with a 'do you really wanna do that' look. He stopped laughing immediately and cleared his throat, staring straight ahead and avoiding my eyes,
"Well, protesting is a nice excuse. For me, I really just didn't feel like going to a class I've already learned about." I raised my eyebrow at him, showing my curiosity, "well, at my old school in the vamp lands we briefly went over magical history. By the end of the class we knew the magical history of all creatures like the back of our hands."
Great, he's in my first period. How wonderful. The bell signaling the end of class sounded above us and we both quickly got up and scrambled to get to class, too bad we both walked in the same direction.
It was even better that I'm a giant klutz. As we both walked into each other my feet got tangled with his and I somehow fell forward and into his arms.
"Well, if you wanted me to walk you to class you could've just asked," Edward said, laughing. I rolled my eyes at him and stood up, brushing myself off even though nothing was on me.
"What class do you have next?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.
"Celestial navigation," it was part of the survival training. The school was split up into two sections: the military arts section and the liberal arts section. One was devoted solely to fighting and surviving, the other to learning and studying.
You see, the world was split into three parts, the humans, the magical creatures, and the monsters. The humans were completely unbeknownst to the fact that anything other than them existed, but the monsters and magical beings have been at war for years.
Everyone in the military arts section will most likely fight the monsters; the rest will help us, or just fall into the other categories to make a living.
"Me too," Edward said, smiling widely now.
Great, not only one class with him, but two, and we're in the same section. Just wonderful, next thing you know we'll be in the same troop. This is turning out to be such a great day, not.
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-Cole
