Disclaimer: I own only the mistakes in this story. All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer
THIRD PERIOD'S HISTORY
I clutched the cross around my throat as I looked at the towering building in front of me. Berkshire Academy.
Watching my surroundings I caught sight of plenty of people my age, some dressed better than me, some dressed worse. Okay, Carlisle you got this I thought to myself as I walked up to a girl my age
"Hi, I'm new here, my name is Carlisle. I'm looking for my classroom, would you know where it is?" I said showing the girl the piece of paper I had received in the mail
Surprisingly, there wasn't a whole lot of information about the school, and the tiny piece of paper with five sentences, one being the address with a little welcome, wasn't nearly enough.
"I'm Heidi," she chirped before suddenly turning sour at the sight of my information sheet "You're one of them? Too bad. It's in the far building there"
One of them? Before I had the chance to quiz the girl she had already sped past. Berkshire was split into two buildings, one gigantic behemoth clump of gothic architecture and another smaller tower-like building. Both were beige-ish in color, but the smaller tower was noticeably browner and a bit worse for wear. The yard was adorned with orange trees and green grass patches as far as the eye could see and I admit, I let mine wander a bit longer than I should have.
Before this, I had been home-schooled by my priest father but as I began getting into my 16th year, father thought he couldn't properly school me anymore. So here I am. At Berkshire.
Upon entering the building one was greeted with hallways and red wallpaper, no doubt called "Marron" here, and a tiny reception desk.
"Darlin' what are you doing here?" The lady in the reception hollered as soon as she laid eyes on me
"I'm the new student, I'm here for…" I cleared my throat and braced myself for embarrassment "Special ed"
Reading the acceptance letter had been like a slap to the face, the very first lines had read "You, Carlisle Cullen have been accepted to our Special Education class" and I was just about ready to die. Special Education? Why do I need special anything?
But alas, after some "incentive" from my father I was here.
"Oh, well it's just up the stairs, hon" She waved absentmindedly
The ascent of the stairs had taken a much shorter time than I would have wanted and I was soon face to face with the door that was going to be my social life's death ( before it had even begun mind you!)
Knocking at the door it was soon answered by a young Egyptian woman in her 30s.
"Look class, It's our new student! Come in, come in. I'm Kebi" The teacher presented herself
The room wasn't fully packed by any means, only about 14 other students, but in that moment I could have sworn I had a thousand eyes on me.
Sorted in neat rows of 5, the desks were oak and looked hand-crafted. In the front sat what I could only imagine were the best of the best. To the absolute far right sat a young man with dark hair, matching eyes, and olive skin, next to him: ( a desk apart for some reason ) was a man who seemed to be his polar opposite. With pasty white skin, bleach blond hair extending to his shoulders, and a cold demeanor the best way to describe him would be "the human embodiment of a block of ice" Beside him sat yet another boy who changed my impression of the group, with similar skin, and hair length ( although brown in color ) he was considerably calmer and looked almost high. And to the very far left of the room sat, just like all the other so far, a very striking personality.
Looking like he owned the place he wasn't bothered by the chatting of the teacher or his two little pets and kept his eyes firmly on me. His eyes were almost red and his slender hands, bejeweled with more rings than I thought it possible for one man to own, twisted, and played on the desk. Just like all the rest of his friends his dark hair extended past his shoulders and his skin glowed white. Where the fuck am I? I thought to myself
Moving on to the row behind there were some female personalities. Following the first seat, behind the boy with Spanish features, sat a girl who looked his exact match, with curly black hair and the same tinted skin I would have guessed they were twins upon first glance. ( although that thought quickly disbanded when I saw their hands intertwining along with some particularly saucy looks that were shared amongst the two ) This must be the female elit. To her side sat a gorgeous girl with the same striking white skin and dark brown hair except there wasn't anything "same" about her at all. While the others, aside from the boy at the very front, looked distant and unbothered she looked almost self-conscious and welcomed my kind glances like a puppy begging to be adopted. Moving my eyes with much difficulty the pattern of every male having a female counterpart continued, and it just so happens the ice block came in a female format as well. A scowl covered her face and she seemed insulted by the fact that I even dared to breathe the same air as her, shocked that I, a mere peasant, would think myself worthy of looking at her she rolled her eyes and let her blond hair cover half her face. The boy who looked as though he picked biology for the "gardening" aspect also had a match, a bit kinder than the ice queen, though still threatening, her hair was a dark brown though not as dark as the angel and her eyes had the same red shine that the head boy had. Along with that, she seemed perpetually unable to sit still.
Last in that row was the most regal woman I had ever seen. If she wasn't the queen she sure as hell thought she was. Adorned with a soft face, auburn hair, and a gentle complexion she looked as though she might have fit in better in the actual royal court.
Not knowing the names of the people made it all a bit more difficult but I quickly made up nicknames for them to keep track. The first row had Spaniard, Ice Block, Weed Guy, and Head-Boy, and the second saw Twin, Angel, Ice Princess, Bouncy, and The Queen. That will do, for now, I thought to myself.
Progressing to the absolute last row the elite status was not as visible as before. With four girls and one guy, they pretty much seemed like the outcasts, the ones no one wanted to hang out with. In a line sat three almost identical girls, with frosty blond hair, pale skin, and Slavic features, their fiery, intense glares shot my way as I eyeballed them and I quickly looked down in shame. Daring to look up again I spotted the last two personalities, a girl and a boy. The girl wore a brownish complexion and dark hair while the boy's coloring was a pale shade that acted as a contrast to his carefully combed waves. They will be "Dull and Duller"
Shaking my head I took a breath to contain my misdirected anger, it wasn't them I was mad at, and besides who was I to call anyone dull? In my village I was a rare sight with pale skin and untamable blond locks, people would often come up to my father and pay compliments about me and gush about how I was the sweetest little thing they had ever seen, not that that brightened his day at all, as my father would usually just scowl in response.
"Now," Miss Kebi spoke "Who would like to show Carlisle around?" she asked looking hopeful
Quickly, four hands shot up asking to take me. The Spaniard's, head-boy's, the angel's, and to my surprise Dull girl's.
Please let it be the angel, I promise I will never sin again, ever, never ever.
Looking to miss Kebi I bit my lip in anticipation.
"Eleazar, why don't you show Carlisle around"
Nodding to the teacher the Spaniard walked in a hurried pace to me before wrapping a scrawny arm around my shoulders. Once out of the classroom, I took it upon myself to try and break the ice.
"The lot of you seem nice, I mean there were more hands raised than I thought there were going to be"
"Oh yeah, I thought I'd volunteer so you don't get sucked into the wrong crowd," he said chuckling a little
"Wrong crowd? You mean like Head-boy, Ice Block, and Weed Guy's gang? Or more like the all-girl group in the back?"
Truly laughing now he shook his head in the affirmative.
"Ice block, that's good. However don't let Kebi catch you calling them that, she says we are the elite, the creme de la creme and we should act like it. Their real names are Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Here's all you need to know about them:
Don't let Aro sink his claws into you. Unless you want to be a mindless servant for the rest of your life.
And don't piss Caius off. He's relentless, he can and will make your life hell.
Oh, and there is a rumor floating around that Marcus is always high because he can't stand being Aro and Caius' friend unmedicated"
Intense, I thought before laughing along with my new acquaintance.
"So, who were the other girls who raised their hands" I questioned subtly
"The one in the back is Corin, although I think she was just looking for a way to get out of class. But the one in the second row, Esme, she's genuine. I haven't really spoken to her all that much but she's my fiance, Carmen's best friend"
Fiance? My eyes widened in surprise
"Your fiance?"
"Yeah, we are going to get married as soon as we get out of here" Eleazar spoke, his face colored with slight embarrassment
"Everyone seems to be dating in that class," I said changing the topic
"That's probably because they are. Aro's with Sulpicia, Caius is with Athenodora, Afton, the guy in the back, is with Chelsea from the other normal class, and get this, Marcus is with Aro's little sister Didyme"
"And, uhm, who is Esme dating?"
"Smooth," He joked, jabbing me in the side with his elbow "No one, but I doubt you'll get very far considering she's bosom buddies with Sulpicia, Athenodora, and Didyme"
Damn it, I cursed in my mind
"Maybe I'll have a better chance with the blowsabellas in the back?"
"Harsh, that's Tanya, Kate, and Irina Denali. They look like they have a stick up their asses but that's only because their mother, Sasha, just died" He explained
My stomach did a backflip and I suddenly felt nauseous. I am truly the scum of the earth I mused as I could feel myself turning paler and paler by the second.
"You must think I'm like a horrible person, I-I didn't know, honestly!"
Holding up a hand to calm me he said "It's alright, I don't think anything bad of you"
Suddenly the shrill cries of the school's tower bell rang, alerting students and staff alike about the end of first period.
"Ah, recess," Taking a little piece of paper from the hallway shelf he directed my attention toward it "Here's your schedule"
The sheet was a hand-drawn color-coordinated schedule with all the different classes I would be taking each day ( all weirdly enough conducted by the same teacher in the same classroom ), or in my case not-so-different. In the very middle, always third period, the color remained the same.
Notifying my new friend about the presumed error he simply shook his head.
"That's another thing you need to know, Third period is always history"
A/N: After being in a writing slump for about a month I finally came up with this story, now this is honestly a trial and error type thing as I usually write all my chapters pre posting but this time I won't be, so if you don't like it, consider it a scrap. I had fun toying with the idea and I do hope you like it so I can continue.
Also, a blowzabella by definition is someone who has messed up hair and/or looks a bit scruffy ( Carlisle didn't mean that he was just being a dick )
Special thanks to LovelyBlackButterfly for the support and kind reviews.
