Emily's Nightmare23
We sat there, waiting for them to find us. This used to be my special place, for me alone and now I was about to share it with my other six brothers and sisters. "Do we really have to share?" I asked him nervously. He gave that if-you-don't-do-it-now-I'll-have-to-tell-Carlisle-and-Esme look that I hadn't gotten since I was like twelve. "I was just asking." I sat rocking myself back and forth, waiting for something to happen. They were going way to slow for being vampires.
The next couple of seconds I acted only on impulse. I glanced at the edge of the roof, only a couple feet away. Not even turning to see what Jasper was doing, I laid flat and rolled. I felt how Jasper's hand reached out and just barely brushed my shirt. I heard him say something unintelligible before coming after me. Of course, be then I was already falling. I had no idea how I was going to land, my plan had only gone as far as getting of the roof and not the landing. I tried to straighten myself up while I fell, remembering to land with my knees bent so they'd absorb the shock. And I worked, kinda. I landed in a crouching kind of pose, sending shock waves through my legs.
I got up quickly, dusting of my pants and started into a stride. I could hear someone call my name, but I was going way to fast to notice. Yep, that's another thing that I did often, running from problems.
Flashback, No Pov
Matthew and Emily raced back into the gym, the test was about to start. When they walked through the double doors, all eyes turned towards them. Partially knowing what it was about, Emily walked even faster to her seat. Her suspicions were confirmed when Matthew slid into the seat next to hers and she heard people whisper excitedly. Thanks to vampire hearing, she was able to make out the words of the conversation the people were having next to them. "It's true. Did you see them walk through the door together? I mean you could practically tell something happened, I've never seen Emily walk that fast and with her head down, totally embarrassed," one of the two whispered.
"I know, I always thought they detested one another. I guess it was all an act. They've probably been going out secretly or something," the other girl whispered.
The first girl sighed, looking unhappy.
"That's so typical. Another Cullen kid stealing the hottie." The second girl nodded in agreement and they changed to a different topic. The rest of the conversations around them where pretty much the same.
"So, hear anything interesting?" whispered Matthew in her ear. Emily jumped; she had been paying much attention.
"How'd you know I was listening?" she asked him.
Matthew shrugged, "You get that look of concentration when you're listening," he stated. Emily eyed him suspiciously, was he always watching what she was doing? Before she could ask him, Mr. Fleming walked in. That guy had a thing for walking in at the right time.
"Settle down, oy, settle down. Everybody back to your seats," he shouted over the talking of the eight grade student body. Everyone quitted down and took their respectful seats. Making sure not to glance around, she listened to what was happening around her. It was all mostly the same everywhere. It was getting to her everywhere she heard it was all about her and Matthew. Secretly going got, stealing the hottie, blah, blah, blah. Trying not to lose the temper that was building up, she twirled the pencil, just a bit to fast. "Alright, the test will begin shortly. Answer all questions and turn in the packet when you're done. When I say go, you'll have three hours to complete the test. The results will be posted today around four," Mr. Fleming was talking again, about things that they already knew about, "And you may begin."
Instantly you could booklets flip over and pages turned. Emily took in a deep sigh and looked at the booklet in front of her and the scantron sheet where the answers would have to go on. She picked up her pencil and turned to page one.
She almost giggled when she saw what was practically going to be the test. She had studied everything in the book by the time she was twelve. Being in the Eight Grade was getting easier every time. About to start on the packet, she caught the silent argument that was happening at the table in front of them.
"Emily Cullen is such a bitch,"
"Yeah really, making out with Matthew in the garden. I mean what was that all about? Couldn't wait any longer or what?"
"Really, and did you hear what she told poor Allie Newman? Asked her if she was jealous! I mean, she practically implied that she used Matthew to make Allie jealous! Gosh, and they way she walked into the gym. She practically wanted to get away from him!"
"I would have never thought of her as a user. Probably learned it from one of her sisters like Rosalie or the other one, Bella. Ugh, it makes me sick when I see that Bella girl all draped around Edward. You so totally tell that he doesn't want to be with her. I once saw him make some disgusted face while she wasn't looking."
"I totally know what you're talking about. What about her other sister, Alice. She is way to short for the hunk of a guy, Jasper. Ugh, and her peppiness is so exhausting,"
"I know what you mean. And have you seen the way she ignores people? They'll be talking to her and suddenly she'll like zone out or something."
"Oh and don't get me started with Rosalie! Slut much?"
"Really, I hear she's anorexic. That would totally be the reason why she's so skinny and pale. She's way not good enough for the buff and awesome Emmett. He's so nice! She's so not, she's like the devil,"
"We'll whatever the reason; Emily is so not cool anymore. I would have thought her different from her sisters, but I guess I was wrong."
Emily stared in disbelief. She knew that what they were saying was so not true! That poor Allie Newman? Yeah right, pathetic. Her sisters were so not like that! Bella was so not draped over Edward all the time. She's actually the one that tells Edward to calm down when their in public. And the faces Edward makes, probably from reading their filthy minds. Alice, she's so not to short. Jasper's just a bit too tall at 6' 3". Well okay, so Alice was short being 4' 10", but still Jasper didn't care! She so doesn't ignore people when they talk, but it's just that she has her visions then. She did admit that Rosalie was a bit thick headed, but still, she was pretty cool.
Emily could feel her rage building up. She tried so hard to keep it under control and with her mind on that, she wasn't paying much attention to the test that her hands. "Is there a problem Ms. Cullen?" Mr. Fleming asked from behind her. Emily jumped, surprised that she hadn't noticed him walk up behind her.
"No, Mr. Fleming," She said innocently. Mr. Fleming took a good look at her, daring her to lie.
"Then I suggest you start on your exam." He walked away, down the straight aisle of students. Right, get back to the test. She turned back to the test and tried to concentrate, but nothing could stop the feeling that she was being watched.
She read the first question:
Find the vertex, y-intercept, x-intercept of the quadratic function below.
y -3x (squared) +12x -9/b
Okay, that wasn't so complicated. The answer was vertex (2, -1); y-intercept (0,-9); x-intercept (1,0), (3,0). See, this test wouldn't be so bad after all.
88
During the rest of the test, Mr. Fleming would walk by and give her this daring look, challenging her to get one wrong. She was already being watched for almost being late, then for not starting when everyone else had. She knew it shouldn't have bothered her, but it did.
End of Flashback
I stopped running and fell to my knees, exhausted. My jeans were streaked with mud from running through the puddles as were my sneakers. I made myself get up and walked to the closest tree stump. I sank into the stump and laid my hands on my head. I hated reflecting back on the events that had happened this morning. I know remembered where I had seen the look Mr. Fleming had been wearing. He knew I was over averagely smart, like my sibling, so he must have thought that made me better than anyone. It hadn't seemed to me before, but now it seemed that Mr. Fleming thought us/me to be above the peculiar middle school child. He seemed, I don't know, resigned against me thinking back. So, when he found that I wasn't doing my test, he must have assumed that I assumed that I was overly worthy of taking a trivial test like that one. I had accepted his challenge and made sure that everyone of those answers we're right. Now, that might not have been such a good idea. Good grades get you noticed. Attention was a deadly thing for us vampires, someone seventy years later could watch an interview and figure out that the same person that's being interviewed was also in their homeroom class. It could be solved, the problem, but how was I going to change my score without being with the actual machine?
There was a rustle of the trees, right behind me. I got up and twisted, trying to find what had made the noise. I so wasn't up for the fighting that might happen. Instead, it turned out to be a bunny. Groaning inwardly, I sat back down and stared at the rabbit.
"You better scat," I told it "Don't want to end up as anyone's lunch." That had many sides to it. The rabbit looked at it and tilted its head before turning to nibble on grass. "Whatever," I mumbled as I waved the rabbit aside.
"You talking to me or the rabbit?" someone asked me. I turned around and fell of my stump.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Matthew as I stood up and brushed my butt off. He sat down on the wet log and motioned for me to sit next to him. Having nothing better to do, I did.
"Now, tell Dr. Cunning's what the matter is?" he said, trying to mimic Dr. Phil's tone. I couldn't help but giggle. I turned to face him, and found his face inches from mine. I could feel my breath taken away as I looked deeply into his dark green eyes. His head tilted a bit to the side as he got closer. He was so close, that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. So glad… Think of the devil and he shall appear. Just as I was thinking that Edward wasn't here to mess things up, did his voice come booming out from somewhere in the forest. Matthew backed away reluctantly, muttering something about vampires and timing. He stood up and took a bow, earning a grin from me. "Till next time," he whispered and sped of into the woods.
I sat there, think on the thing that would have happened, till I remembered that Edward was near and I started conjugating French verbs. Tu prends, Je prends, il/elle prend, nous prenons, vous prenez, ills/elles prennent. Conjugating verbs wasn't the best, and it helped Edward learn French every time he heard me. Tu fais, Je fais, elle/il fais, Nous faisons, vous faizes, elles/ills faisont. Hmph, I wonder what he was doing in the woods? I'll remember to ask him next time. I could now hear not only Edward's voice, but Jasper's and Rosalie's. Je parle, Tu parles, il/elle parle, nous parlons, vous parlez, ils/elles parlent. Was it really taking them this long to find me? Or were they stalling? How long till they did find me? Did I really want to be found? Yes I did, but not now, later.
I got up from the trunk and walked in the opposite direction of the voices. It would be a while till they found my scent and followed it, but by then I'd be somewhere else.
Christopher's Pov
I was following the mistake, or Emily as the golden eyed called her. I saw as she sat down on the stump. I walked around, I was going to get her this time, and placed myself behind her, in the bushes. Accidently, I make the bush rustle. The mistake has exceptional hearing, for she hear me and stands up. I not want her to find me, so I push bunny out into open. Ugh, touching feeble animals is gross, almost as gross as the scent that was in the air. Wait? Bad scent? I quickly looked around and saw that young wolf-boy had arrived. Great, now I really couldn't get mistake. Master would not be pleased, be even less pleased when find out that I almost be beaten by older wolf boy three days ago. I better move away before wolf-boy smell me, or else it'll be trouble for me. You're safe, for now mistake.
A/n: More in to Chris's pov for those of you who asked. I know, I love to give. All that really is French, I should know since I take it at school. Review and I'll see what I can conjure up for you from my virtual fridge.