A/N:
I won't write anymore disclaimers, but only because they annoy me a lot but I don't own anything
The weekend passed quickly and Monday had come up all to soon. I woke up at six in the morning, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I put on a flash of water proof mascara and some lip gloss. I got my backpack and put in a towel and some supplies. I went downstairs and poured myself some cereal in a bowl along with milk and ate.
After some time I got in the car that Charlie got me. It was a blue Superior Toyota. It definitely wasn't my dream car, but it's better than some old battered car. I drove off to school only ten miles over the speed limit because my dad is the Chief Police and it would set a bad example if someone saw me speeding to much.
I got there quick due to my fast-ish driving and parked next to a red Mercedes convertible. When I got out people were staring at me. There were a few very pale kids next to a silver Volvo, one girl with a pixie cut said, "That's the new girl, her name is Isabella. I couldn't see her." She told the bronze-haired and blond-haired guys. They looked at her with shock and then looked at me. I was sometimes glad I was a mermaid. I wonder what she meant by see, with all of the emphasis. I really hated when people talked about me though. It got on my fucking nerves
I kept on walking to the main office and asked an old-ish lady for my schedule. Her name tag said Mrs. Cope.
"Isabella Swan, correct?" She asked me
"Yes."
"Here is your schedule, have all of your teachers sign it and bring it back to me at the end of the day." Said the secretary
"Thank you." I said. I looked at my schedule;
1st period: English
2nd period: Government
3rd period: Trigonometry
4th period: French
Lunch
5th period: Biology
6th period: Gym
I guess it was Okay. First through second period passed by super quick since when you're a mermaid you can remember stuff very easy and I already learned all of this.
French is my favorite. The language is beautiful and flowing. I entered my French class and had my teacher to sign the slip.
"Have a seat by Miss Hale over there." She said kindly while pointing to her.
"Thank you." I said and walked toward the desk.
While I walked I looked over at Miss Hale, she was beautiful, she had a mole above her right, rosy red, plump lip. Her eyes were a beautiful shimmering gold with flecks of black that you could drown in. She had long, luscious, blonde, curly hair that reached her waist, and her skin was pale like the others I saw next to the Volvo. When I sat next to her she sent me a death glare at me, well two people could play at this game. A person would have cringed and looked away, but I sent her one of my own death glares and smirked in satisfactory when she flinched and looked at the board.