Emily's Pov
"I'm going to school!" I said loudly, getting my backpack on. Ever since I woke up this morning, Edward had been trying to convince me to stay home. I refused; I didn't want to stay in this house any more.
"Please Emily, just stay home one more day. Yesterday, you fainted and had a high fever," he tried explaining. I could see his patience was getting thin.
"Yeah, but yesterday you also told me that werewolves existed," I responded. He glared at me and threw his hands up in surrender.
"Fine, whatever, just hurry up," he stated angrily as he left my room. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time; even though I hated shopping, I loved wearing clothes. If I had learned one thing from Alice, it had to be my sense of fashion.
I was walking down the stairs when I saw Alice was waiting at the bottom. "Nice outfit," approved Alice. I stuck my tongue out at her. I was wearing a school uniform which you had to wear till high school. It actually looked really good on me, but a lot of things looked really good on me. It consisted of a red and black plaited skirt with a white colored cuffed sleeve blouse. Under my skirt, I wore black leggings with the school initials at the bottom of the right leg. Our school had a shoe rule too, you had to wear Birkenstocks unless you had PE that day, where you could war what ever shoes you wanted. Unfortunately, I didn't so I was wearing Birks, not that I minded much.
She looked me over as I reached the final step. "I don't like how you hair is though," she said sullenly. I knew what she was asking; she wanted to fix my hair.
"Fine Alice, just don't make it too complicated. I'm going to the Eight Grade not the prom," I warned her. She shrieked and hugged me as she raced to our bathroom to get the brush.
I walked to the kitchen to get 'breakfast'. I put the blender on and made a banana milk shake. Over the loud roar of the blender, I didn't hear anyone come in. I turned around to get a cup, and jumped. Jasper and Rosalie where right behind me. "You scared me," I told them as I moved pass them to get a cup.
"Emily, I don't think you should go to school today," told me Jasper, straight forward. I sighed as I poured the shake into my cup. "
Do you want some?" I asked, being polite.
They glared at me, "Just drink it Emily," said Rosalie exasperated. I shrugged and drank the cup; Jasper took the advantage and began again.
"Emily, I seriously think that you shouldn't go to school today. If something happens, we won't be there to help you," began Jasper. I choked on my shake.
"What do you mean if something happens? The schools are way closer to each other than the high school is to this house. If anything where to happen, which it won't, it would be easier for you to get there instead of here," I told him. Just then Alice, my savior, walked in.
"Oh Jasper, you know she's right. She'd go to school anyway, if we left her here," she said merrily as she placed the products on the table. Jasper mumbled something unintelligible and walked away.
"Come on Rosie, come help me do something to Emily's hair," said Alice as I sat down in a chair. Rosalie loved playing with my hair as much as Alice loved dressing me up.
We had to take two cars to school, since we all didn't fit in just one. I got into Rose's red BMW M3 convertible; I knew she wouldn't bug me about going to school. Alice and amazingly Bella got into. Bella always rode with Edward. "You know Rose, I think that when we go to Paris next weekend, we should take Emily, her hair would look really good with highlights." Alice said as she looked at my hair, which was put up in two small buns, both with hair still out and spiked in every direction. I shot a pleading look at Bella, who only shrugged; I bet she was trying not to go to Paris herself. I sulked all the way to school, as Alice and Rosalie talked excitedly on which color would look best.
School. I would think that your school is normal and isn't one really awesome building that holds all grades K-12, like mine does. The building looks more like a high tech office than a school, really. It was made of steel, but it looked blue when the sun reflected of it. Actually its two different buildings, both connected by a bridge that is mostly made of glass. So, when I told Jasper that both schools would be closer to each other than the high school was to our house, I wasn't kidding. In case you haven't figured it out, I go to a private school. Everyone in this town goes to this school, if you want a true education that is.
When we got to the parking lot, I had gotten out of the car as soon as possible waving good-bye to my sisters. Now, I was at my locker, trying to fit my backpack into my locker. Normally, it wouldn't be hard, but this was a laptop school, meaning I had to bring my laptop to school. It was hard to juggle my books and my laptop, while trying to stuff my backpack in. Someone bumped into me and I felt my books and laptop go from my hand. I waited for the crash, which never came. I looked to see Matthew, holding my books and computer in his hands. "Thanks" I said gratefully as I squeezed my backpack in to my too small of a locker.
"You know that they have laptop bags at this school, right?" he asked me as I reached for my stuff.
"Yeah, I know. I left mine in Biology on Friday," I told him. He smiled a crooked smile as he opened his locker, which was next to mine, and took out a bag, my bag.
"I found it on Monday," he said as he took my books and handed me the bag. It was a small black messenger bag, with the schools name on it that was only big enough for the laptops that school provided or for iBooks like mine. Most people bought their laptops from the school, they where cheaper, but I loved my iBook and there was no way I was going to be parted from it.
We walked to first hour together, in silence. It still struck me odd that we where walking next to one another, when only a week ago we would have done anything to avoid one another. When we got to the door, he held it open for me like a gentleman; I thanked him and walked in. People, or my friends, where staring as we walked into the room. I smiled at them as I took my seat, next to Matthew. Matthew sat next to me in every single class we had together, which was six out of the nine. Seven if you count PE where you have to sit in squads by alphabetical order. I opened my computer and turned it on; trying to ignore the stares I was getting from my friends. After my computer turned on, it did everything else by its self. The school had us install a program that turning school hours we would only be able to use the internet the program thought to be acceptable and if anyone had ITunes, it would be disabled, etc. I of course figured out a way to make my program not do that, I was able to wander the internet as I pleased.
The screen automatically entered to my school schedule, I looked over it, just because I needed something to do.
Homeroom
AP Language Arts
Ancient World History
Physical Education (A day)
Academic Challenge/Gifted (B day)
Band/Orchestra
French
-Lunch-
AP Biology
AP Natural Science
AP Algebra
AP classes where for advanced students. Mostly all of my classes where AP, except Ancient World History, because that was the only class that was thought to be an equality class. I've been in the eight grade three times already, so most of this stuff is super easy.
I could still feel the stares coming from my friends, I sighed, and I knew I was going to have to face them sooner or later. As I turned around to face them, Mr. Fleming my homeroom teacher, walked in. I thanked him; I wasn't ready to face the girls yet. Mr. Fleming was trying to get the class attention, when my computer showed a new email. I clicked on it, it was from a student. It read
Are you mad that I know your secret? –Matthew
Matthew wrote it, how was he able to get past the computer code? I wouldn't be able to type without getting noticed, so I decided to use my powers. What my siblings didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
No. I don't know-Emily
I hit the send button. "Emily Cullen," Mr. Fleming said my name, he was taking attendance, I think.
"Here," I responded. I could feel people's eyes on me, but I didn't look at them. I could hear people whispering, but I tried not to listen.
"Ahh, Ms. Cullen, so nice of you to join us once more. I have here papers that need to be signed by your parents, and a notice that we will be having exams on Saturday," he said in his British accent. Exams on Saturday? What kind of school had exams on Saturday?
What aren't you sure about? – Matthew
A new email appeared, and Mr. Fleming was coming this way. If I got caught, my computer would be confiscated and I would be sent to suspension. I didn't know what to do, so I did the one thing I was sure would get me out of here. With a wave of my hand, I made the fire alarm go off.