My new fan fiction! It's been awhile. :D And I apologize before hand, as my computer is being stupid and isn't working very well. So here it is! Please read, comment, and of course, enjoy!
“This is so exciting!” Alice said once again as I drive to Forks High. Today, local elementary students are visiting. I’m not sure exactly why, but I’ve probably heard people thinking about all day. I prefer to block out thoughts I don’t care about though.
I wonder if he even cares? Oh well. I wonder if Jasper will be okay. Maybe we should ditch. . . Alice’s thoughts go on and on, fast as lightning. She’s starting to get annoying. I force patience into my mind. I can’t get mad at her for her thoughts being annoying. Well, at least not right now. I’ll tell her to shut up later.
Jasper’s wave of calm blows me over, and I realize that I should be worried about him. He can calm other people, but his own agony is his and remains untouched however hard he tries to diminish it.
I wonder how many kids are coming. The announcement said kindergarten and first grade, but that doesn’t really tell how many. Should I calm them when they come? Can I do that many people all at once? Jasper’s worries are not odd, but I assume the thought of using his gifts is a way to calm himself. How well it will work is up to him.
I pull up in a parking space near the cafeteria. Alice reminds me as we get out that all student’s are to gather there to meet the elementary kids. Alice goes to Jasper’s side immediately, and Rosalie stay’s with Emmett. Suddenly, I feel slightly alone. But I crush the feeling before Jasper can hone in on it and question me.
Alone, I take the lead. My brother’s and sister’s follow after, wrapped up in their own thoughts that I desperately try to block out. We walk in the cafeteria, and student’s part to let us through. It’s good they do, natural even. Saddening, but natural nonetheless.
Everyone is standing, the tables having been pushed into the walls to make room. The principal finds his way through the mess and to the middle of the room. He reminds us of what we are supposed to do.
“Everyone is to be matched up with one elementary student. We had a change in plans, and more kids than we thought are coming. If you are willing to watch two, come see me in a minute.” Alice’s thought’s skyrocket at this, along with Rosalie’s. Oh boy.
“All the students are part of the school’s Early Achievers Honor’s program. The teachers at both their school and ours thought it would be a fun and enriching experience for the kids. Everyone either come see me, or go to your homeroom teacher. They will tell you who your paired up with. Now remember, this should be a fun day for the kids, so be nice!” And it’ll give us all a day off. He thought. Clearly, the principal thought this was all going to go over easy. Suddenly, I feel bad for the kids that get stuck with Alice and Rosalie.
The principal finishes with his speech, and of course, Alice and Rosalie shoot off for the principal. I walk with Emmett and Jasper to the other side of the room, until they head off to find out who they get to spend the day with. Alone once again, I walk to my teacher. Smiling sweetly, she hands me a slip of paper with the kids name and teacher on it. She tells me that all the classes will be together, and the teachers will have a sign with their name on it. I nod, and turn to head out the door to where the classes are.
While the principal had babbled on and on, the kids had arrived on five busses, and are at least trying to assemble themselves. I smile at the organized chaos, and glance down at my card.
Simple enough, I think, looking around. I find Rosalie, Alice and Jasper easily. Rosalie actually has twins, and boy and a girl, with her. With adorable blond hair and blue eyes, they stand next to her laughing. Alice has a tiny black haired boy, and a skinny red headed girl in a cute dress. They look happy too, although more shy than Rosalie’s. Jasper has a tall girl with short brown hair, and he is leaning over and talking to her. His thoughts are calm and easy. He’ll be fine today.
I see Emmett a little bit farther away, with a brown haired boy on his shoulders. The boy is screaming with laughter, bouncing up and down as Emmett runs around. I’m sure he’ll get yelled at for it, but it’s still amusing. Smiling, I walk towards the teacher holding a sign displaying ‘Mrs. Wood’.
“Oh good.” She says as I near. “I was afraid that maybe everyone forgot my class.” I smile, and I hear her breath catch. I feel guilty then, knowing the teacher must be married.
“Which one do you want?” She asks, her hand gesturing to her class.
“Isabella Swan.” I say without missing a beat.
“Isabella?” She calls, and a small girl steps forward out of her class. Her curious brown eyes look up at me, daunted by my height. Her soft brown hair falls a little farther than her shoulders. Her lips tremble as if scared, but then she spoke.
“I’m Bella. Nice to meet you . . .” She smiles, waiting for me to say my name, but I can’t. Her sweet smell drifts towards me, intoxicating and lovely. She is perfect. Her blood, her very being calls to me, begging me to drain her body. And it would be wonderful. Absolute heaven to feel her blood run into my mouth and to devour her. Her smile starts to fade, clearly wondering if I’m insane. But I can’t make myself care. The monster I’ve held under lock and key for almost all my life has been unleashed upon a five year old.
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"No Charlie, I just don't think it's going to work out!" Mom yells.
"Renee, please." Dad begs.
"Mom?" I ask. She doesn't hear.
"Look, this was just a bad idea!"
"Dad?" I ask a little louder this time. Nope.
"No, it wasn't! I missed you, and Bella too." Now he's yelling too.
"Hey!" I yell, and I never yell. They both look at me, like they just realized I was there.
"Oh, that's right baby. I've got to get you to school!" Finally.
Mom heads out the door to start the car, and I turn to close the door behind her. Just a few feet from the doorway, Dad stands with the saddest expression. Closing the door, I smile as best I can. I feel like crying.
"I promise I'll come back." I can't promise my mom will, but I can at least try. He nods numbly, and I wonder if he really knows what I said. Not knowing what else to say, I mumble a quick goodbye and get in the car.
My mom is quiet, engrossed to far in her thoughts to worry about me. So I start to think about school. I'm in a very dumb honors program that my mom refuses to get me out of. The honors kids get to go on a field trip to the high school today. I really don't want to. I'll have to sit on a bus alone, or getting picked on. Then spend the day with some high school kid, and with my luck, I'll get some freak who has no common sense.
Far before I feel mentally prepared, my mom pulls up to the front door, and I get out. She mumbles a goodbye, and as soon as my door's closed, she's off. Bye, I think bitterly. I head towards the front door, and of course I trip over the flat surface. My hands fly out to catch my fall and keep my head from cracking open. I sit and look at my stinging hands. They're scratched, and are turning red and the blood flows to the skin. The thought grosses me out, so I stand back up and head towards the door.
Once I finally heave the heavy door open, I come face to face with a boy from my class. I think I know his name, but I can't think of it. He looks at me, squinting. I can't decide whether he needs glasses, or he's trying to offenseive. Finally he looks over his shoulder and yells.
"Bella's here! We can go now!" I sigh. Of course I'm the last one to come, and everybody has to wait for me. I line up with the rest of my class and pull my backpack on tighter. Today is not my best day.
Once on the bus, I sit towards the back and next to the window. No one sits next to me, which is just as well. There are few kids in my class who wouldn't take the opportunity to bully me without teachers watching. I stare out the window, bored. Two girls in my class sit in front of me, and are having an extreamly loud conversation.
"What do you think it'll look like?" One says.
"What if we get lost?" The other says, fear showing in her voice.
"I wonder who we'll get paired with?"
"I hope mine's nice!"
"I hope mine's cute!" They both desolve into giggles at this, and I sigh again. I just don't want to get stuck with some weirdo.
All too soon, the bus stops, and were at the school. I pull my backpack back on, but not without taking out my mom's favorite book, Wuthering Hights. I don't really understand it, but it has it's uses, other than reading. Everyone stands and heads into the aisle to get off the bus. Book in hand, I stand and get in line.
Too soon, Mike finds me. A boy from my class, he seems to think that everyone needs to be his friend and that I should worship him. He drapes his arm over my shoulders. Without looking up at his face, I smack his hand with my book and push throught the line until I trip. I fall on another girl, and she turns around to yell, but changes her mind when she sees it's me. That's right, I fall down so much, people don't even mind it when I land on them.
I get to the steps off the bus and make it down them without a catastrophe. Until the last step. I go flying, my book taking a skydiving trip out of my hand. Once I get up, I go after it, only to find Mike waiting for me with my book in hand. An evil smile stains his face.
"No . . ." I realize what he was going to do seconds before he did it. He chucked my book into a deep puddle, and I knew it was gone. The book was about to fall apart even before it hit the water. Now, it was gone. Trying not to cry, from both anger and misery, I head back to the class and get in line.
We stand in line for a while, waiting for a student to come and get us. I focus mostly on not crying, so I'm shocked when my teacher calls my name.
"Isabella?" She calls, and I head to the front of the line and stand next to her. I look up at the high school student.
He is an angel. His golden eyes look down at me, glinting and smoldering. His bronze hair sways in the wind, and I stare at the strange color. It's beautiful. He is dressed very nicely, with expensive tags, I'm sure. My mouth almost falls open oggling at him, but I stop myself. Amazingly, I find my voice.
"I'm Bella. Nice to meet you . . ." I smile, although it's not as beautiful as the smile spread across his face. I wait for him to tell me his name.
But he doesn't. His smile disappears, and so does mine. His eyes are filled with hate and . . . and thirst. It is the only word to discribe what is displayed on his face.
Yep, definitely crazy.