Chapter 2: Problems
Nessie's POV
I gazed out of the window watching the snow as it began to fall lightly. It was early December. I hoped this meant we would have a white Christmas this year. I smiled at the thought. Snow was beautiful and I could stare at it all day. Definitely sounded like a better plan then listening to what was actually said.
"Renesmee what did I just say?!" Mrs. Stevenson shouted at me. Jesus what was her problem? Every one of my classmates, with the exception of two, laughed. The only ones that had not laughed were two of the new kids that shared this class with me. I had learned that their names were Edward and Emmett. They were sitting only a few seats away from me. Both of them would occasionally throw me looks of worry.
"Um, uh, well-"
"Renesmee I want you to solve this equation for me right now" she ordered.
I sighed as I looked at the complicated algebra problem that was on the board. It looked really complicated. My fast thinking mind worked through the problem in only a matter of seconds.
"Negative nine point two" I answered.
My teacher walked up to me with a mean look on her face that scared me. She looked at my papers where there was nothing written.
"She cheated!" Anne shouted.
"She used a calculator!" Diego, one of the male chauvinists that loved to torture me added.
Almost instantly the rest of the class was shouting. "You can't allow this cheater!"
"Renesmee! Office now!" Mrs. Stevenson shouted.
"Why?!" I said. Now I had started shouting myself even though I was sure that I would get in more trouble for that.
"Because I don't want cheaters in my class!" he shouted and the students kept laughing.
"But I did not cheat. I swear I did not cheat" I pleaded.
"Renesmee it is impossible to solve that problem without working it out on paper or using a calculator so it's obvious that you-"
"She didn't cheat" Edward said. "I let her borrow my notes and she worked it out on her own"
I looked at him in confusion. Why would he defend me like that? Why defend a weirdo stranger like me? No one ever defended me around here or at home. That's just the way that things were. The status quo so to speak.
Edward looked at me and gave me a warm smile and I smiled back.
My teacher looked at his notes and luckily seemed to buy the story. I let out the breath of air that I had not even realized I was holding.
As I worked up the courage to thank him properly the bell rang. So instead I started to pack my stuff. I struggled a little with my broken arm.
I jumped when an ice cold hand suddenly grabbed my arm. It was just that Edward kid.
"Let me help you" he said.
"It's okay I really don't need help" I said as I dropped several books and notebooks. He grabbed them and put them in my bag before I could even realize what he was doing.
"Thank you"
His only response was to smile.
It was a miracle that I had managed to avoid my tormentors for the next few hours. I knew that it would not last though. The peace never did last.
At lunch I grabbed myself a cheeseburger, some fries, and a soda. Then I sat by myself at my usual table. I started munching on my food as I watched the rest of the kids file into the cafeteria. All of the Cullen kids sat at a table close close to mine. I looked at all of them and they all looked at me. They were all so similar. Same pale skin and gold eyes. There was one guy that stood out because he was clearly the tallest, and he was the only one that didn't have the gold eyes.
I watched as EJ's class entered the cafeteria. EJ quickly got his food and sat with his group of friends. I took a deep breath. I wished so badly that I could be more like my brother. Mainly I just wanted to have friends. His friends were not good friends what with their sexual harassment of me. I wasn't sure if he knew about that though. I guess it comes with being a talented football player.
I felt like I had talents of my own to. I just never shared them with the world for fear of more bullying. I loved to play the piano and write my own tunes. I loved to sing though I would never to that publicly. I enjoyed drawing and painting as well although I've never shown them to anyone. I'm also bilingual. I'm fluent in English and Spanish. I can speak, read, and write in both languages. I'm not sure if that really counts as a talent or not though because I grew up in a household that used both languages frequently. My brother is also bilingual.
I looked up and saw the strange Cullens looking at me again. They kept looking at me and my brother. It was indeed weird.
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I got a text message. It read:
Why don't you kill yourself already? Please do the world a favor and die already. -Anne
As hard as I tried to fight the tears I just couldn't stop them. I'm definitely better off dead. Maybe I should give them all what they wanted. I'd be free from the torture and I would not be a burden to anyone anymore. I envisioned numerous ways I could do it. Maybe overdose on medicine? Knife to the heart? Or maybe that pistol my dad gave me for my birthday a few years ago? It was hidden in my safe and only I knew the combination to it which was 1537.
I didn't know what to do. The only thing I did know was that I could not handle the torture much longer.
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