I own nothing.
-Bella-
I shivered as I walked into the classroom, my first class. No matter how warm it was with all the students' body heat radiating into the air, it seemed just as cold as outside. The crowded room was noisy, my sensitive ears hurt but I ignored it.
With the little noise I am use to, my ears had grown sensitive to the slightest noises, like a footstep on the stairs. I walked over to the teacher and wordlessly gave him the slip to be signed. He did and I searched for a seat. Preferably a seat that had no one next to it. I found an empty desk at the back of the room, and it didn't annoy me that I was at the back as it would some students. My senses were very sensitive and very good, they had to be.
Class started, no introduction was made to introduce me to the class, and for that I was grateful. English passed quickly, as did Government. Though Trigonometry I was made to stand in front of the class and introduce myself.
"Isabella, would you please come up to the front of the class" The teacher said, and I stiffened as he pinned me with a harsh gaze when I didn't comply quickly. I walked hurriedly to the front of the class.
"I'm Isabella" I said, barely a sound passed my lips. The students in the front row all said "what" or "speak up" and I just ducked my head, hiding my face in my hair.
"Isabella, are you going to introduce yourself or not?" The teacher said. I opened my mouth to say 'I did' but closed it, knowing it was pointless. I hurried back to my seat, keeping my head down and not meeting any eyes, knowing they would all be looking at me like I was a freak.
The time seemed to crawl by; I just sat, doodling on a fresh page. I looked up as people started moving out of the classroom, and stood, packed up and left for the next class. Spanish seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, it was lunch.
I walked into lunch, and bought a bottle of water from the cafeteria. I knew I had promised myself a good lunch, but I didn't feel I could stomach it. I was sitting at a table by myself when it happened. I saw them. They walked through the doors together, all an almost sickly pale, all had golden eyes. I narrowed my eyes a little as they sat at an empty table near me.
I looked over at them, and listened to their group closely, something didn't seem right about them. It was then three boys decided it would be nice to sit with me at my table, distracting me from eavesdropping.
"Hi" The first one said, and it took me a second to realise he was the young man that had tapped my shoulder before. I forced a smile back.
"I'm Mike," he said, then pointed to the shorter, black haired man "That's Eric." The third man spoke then. "I'm Tyler" He said.
"I'm Bella" I said, forcing my voice the tiniest bit louder. After decided I couldn't force myself to use a louder voice for the rest of the conversation, I reverted back to my normal quiet whisper. A girl I recognised as Jessica came strolling over; she was in my Government class.
"Hi, Isabella" I stifled a cringe as I said "Bella" She seemed to hear me because she smiled and sat next to me.
"Bella. I'm Jessica." I nodded at her. The three boys lapsed into a conversation between themselves, allowing us to talk.
Jessica suddenly leaned in to whisper in my ear "Edward is looking at you"
I looked at her dumbly. "Who?"
"Oh yeah, your new. I should give you a run down on everyone here" She said, suddenly exited. Great, she was the town gossip girl.
"Well those pale kids over there, they are all brothers and sisters. They moved here a few years ago from Alaska or something. They are all, like, super rich. Their dad works at the hospital here. The blond girl, she's Rosalie. She's like with Emmett, the big bulky dude next to her." She exaggerated 'with', though there was no need to. It was clear she meant they were dating, though it was very weird that they were brother and sister.
Something must have shown on my face for Jessica continued saying "They are all adopted, so it's not that weird. I don't think. Anyway, Alice the little girl with short brown hair," I looked over at her; she seemed like a pixie, energy practically radiated off of her, I could feel it from where I was sitting. "And Jasper, the guy with blond hair is with her" I nodded.
"Edward is the bronze haired guy, but apparently he's too good for us" Huh, I wonder when he turned her down. I started to wonder, my mind on other things besides what Jessica was telling me about the different groups around the school.
If they were all adopted why the same eyes and skin. Most siblings would fight, but these people seemed to be closer than any brothers and sisters I have seen. I sipped sat my water as I contemplated this. Before long, a bell sounded and Jessica stopped talking. Everyone walked past me, but as Mike walked past, he ran his hand over my arm, it was clearly an action he used to try gain my attention, but I froze.
That one touch seemed to be the key to all my memories. That one touch unlocked all the memories I had locked away from myself.
You're a pretty little thing…
Isabella
I shut my eyes tightly.
Such a pretty little thing
Don't hide
Isabella don't run from me
How dare you…..
I should teach you a lesson
I gripped my hair, almost pulling it out as I tried to forget what I had locked away. I started counting, trying to block it out.
1
2
3
4
I bit my lip as I got up and ran out of the cafeteria, opening my eyes so I didn't run into anybody, or anything.
5
6
7
8
9
I made it to my car and fumbled for my keys. My shaking hands dropped the keys in my haste and I dropped to the floor. My hands felt along the ground blindly for my keys. I stopped myself for a minute, taking a deep breath to calm myself.
I composed myself, taking more calming breaths and finally finding the strength within myself to lock the terrible memories away. No longer needing the time to calm down, I composed my face and walked to the last half of Biology.
I was no longer that little girl who cried. I was the girl who stopped others getting suspicious, I was the girl who dealt with her own problems, I was the girl who kept secrets to make sure no one got hurt. He would hurt anyone who knew to keep them quiet, I wasn't going to let him hurt anyone.
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