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Permalink Reply by Seugnet du Toit on October 2, 2012 at 5:12pm

Great insight into Roe's thoughts and feelings and perceptions of her new home.  Her dream where her rescuer turns into someone who seems to resemble Edward is definitely very interesting.  I wonder what it means?

Permalink Reply by AMLemons {fanfictions} on October 2, 2012 at 8:32pm

Thank you for reading! I'm sure, in the future of this story, we shall soon find out what it means!

-- Lemons

Permalink Reply by AMLemons {fanfictions} on October 4, 2012 at 7:35pm

 

Chapter Two: Golden Eyes

 

I stayed up the rest of the night writing down the dream in my dream section of my journal (I had a lot of sections for specific things). I flipped through the previous dreams. They were all the same, all of them, except for this one. The boy with the golden eyes. What made this one so different? I put the date at the top. I had a few minutes before I had to begin my journey to school I stuffed the journal in my backpack and grabbed my parka. I had to take Judo out for a few minutes before he decided to turn Charlie’s home into his own bathroom.

 

Seeing Judo hop down from each step should have brought a smile to my face. Having a dog should make me smile. But, emptiness made it impossible. I went to the back, and found that Charlie had set up a dog flap. I cocked my head at it and perked up a little. Charlie knew that he would be coming. I looked out the window and saw that a little fence was put up. Charlie went all out for this, I see. I didn’t know him that much, but I saw that he wanted to make my stay enjoyable. If that were possible I would give him an award for it.

 

I fed myself some cheerios and read the newspaper that Charlie left on the table. I wasn’t used to being alone just yet; it would be a change for me. Change should be good, shouldn’t it? I should be happy that I was somewhere where I could start fresh, new. Where did the jubilant old me go to? And who was left in her place. I cleaned out my bowl afterwards and called Judo in. I would make it a routine to feed him and give him fresh water. I picked him up and gave him an extra hug before leaving for my first day of school.

 

There was a note posted to the inside of the door. I took a look at it.

Roe,

I found my old bike. But if you change your mind about the vehicle...

 

After reading it, I quickly grabbed the keys with the black rabbit’s foot from the rack and nearly ran outside. There was a red Chevy truck sitting in the driveway. In the bed of the truck was a ten-speed. According to the note, Charlie’s friend had brought it over early in the morning. Could one man try too hard?

 

I put the keys in my pocket. I knew that it was a nice gesture, but I couldn’t do it. Not while the memories were still in my mind like an open wound. I’d never be able to do it. So, instead I walked to the truck and got down the ten-speed. Driving was a stepping stone I have yet to step on. I put my hood up as I began peddling down the road. The high school was two miles away. I knew that by the time I got there I would have just a few minutes to get settled in. I remembered how I had dejected myself from my friends and how easily I had gone from outgoing to a depressed loner – again, where did the old me go?

 

Two miles on a bike was nothing to me now, but when you’re riding one just as the rain is beginning to thicken…it is never a good thing. I reached the official Forks High School, and stared at it for a moment. I had nothing to say except hello.. Being the awkwardly silent new girl would be a hassle. I rode up to the bike rack, hurriedly, hopping off so that I could get this over with. The parking lot was slowly filling up with students, and my desire to invisible heightened to a new intensity. I looked around and realized I left a very important object behind at home. A bike lock. I silently cursed at myself for forgetting. I assumed that the idea of bike theft in a town this little wasn’t an issue like it was in Portland.

 

“We can share, if you want?”

 

I had been so caught up in my own dilemma that I hadn’t acknowledged the boy who had been watching me panic all this time. Very studiously, I let my gaze flick over him. He had sandy colored hair and green eyes. He was wearing a hoodie with the Spartans on it (I took this to be the designated mascot for our school). In his hand was a bike chain, big enough for the both of us. It was a gesture that I wasn’t used to. I looked at my bike; my gaze wandered back to him.

 

I nodded, silent. He smiled at me. He proceeded to lock both of our bikes together. I should have thanked him for his gesture. It seemed like the right thing to do. He finally straightened himself up. “Hi, I’m Mike Newton. You must be Rosaline Isaacs.”

 

His introduction was quick. I shook his hand. “Roe. And it’s nice to meet you.”

 

I quickly tried to distance myself. Friends weren’t what I needed right now. He nodded. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a friend, but with the way I was right now, in this destitute state, it was unhealthy for people to be around me. Distancing myself from the world was the more prudent choice for the moment. Even if it meant offering a rather cold shoulder. Mike Newton was better off, anyway.

 

“I guess I’ll have to see you after school, then?” He pretty much knew the answer to that, so there was no need for me to voice it. I nodded, politely.

 

I stood there for a moment, until I was alone again, and quickly made my way to the building. I looked up at the sign that said FRONT OFFICE, and entered. The rush of warm air was a change from the cool air outside. Nearing the front desk, a woman in a bright orange sweater looked up from the papers she was filing.

 

“Hello, can I help you?”

 

I nodded. “My name is Rosaline Isaacs; I’m supposed to start school today?” My voice was hoarse. She started searching for something; I listened to my boots squeak as I shuffled my feet around. I heard her cough for my attention, which in turn made me snap out of my dazed state. She placed several papers that I had to sign on the counter. For the next few minutes, I would be reading through several rules and guidelines for the school. She gave me my schedule, my assigned locker number, and a map of the school. When I walked out, staring down at my new classes, I realized that half of them were already familiar. Except for biology. At my old school, I was already in chemistry.

 

I had to start over, as well as take a step back. I stuck the map in my pack and stared down at my schedule a little more. They gave me theatre. Great. A chance to be someone else for a change. I was never good at acting, so this explained why it was so easy to figure out that I was far from happy. I wanted to get to all of my classes before I had to deal with the hassle of introductions to new students. My first class was English, so I made my way to the main building, where I let my mind wander for a while.

 

Mike Newton knew my name, so this must mean that someone had mentioned that a newcomer was moving to Forks. I didn’t think that Charlie would gossip about my arrival. I had secretly hoped that I would go unnoticed, like a fly on the wall. But I guess that some things never went like the way that you wanted. But if Mike knew, then that had to mean that others did as well.

 

I hid my face by letting my hair fall around it, trying to blend in with the others. The murmurs around me were easy to detect. Someone had mentioned my full name. Well, that proved enough for me. I stood in front of my English class, bitterly waiting for the bell to ring, anything that would get me out of the torturous, overwhelming presence of the adolescent that walked past on groups of three or four. I knew that I was over exaggerating, but that was how I felt at the time. I heard footsteps getting louder, and I looked up.

 

I didn’t expect it, but the growing heat in my cheeks heightened at the sight of them. It wasn’t the person that I saw, or the beauty in his face, or even the bronze tint of his hair – but his eyes. My breath caught in my throat, but as he passed, his stature nonchalant – his frown arrogant as he walked past – for a second his eyes caught mine. I knew that my meager, brown eyes (not even dark, but a very pale brown) were nothing compared to the brightness of his golden hues. And I knew at once that it was the one from my dream.

 

He looked away, and my breath was able to leave my lungs. Not only were his features strikingly beautiful, but something about his gaze caused me to feel different – not lifeless like I had been for the month. I felt warm, for the moment. But as quickly as the heat surfaced, the cold quickly came back.

 

How could one single glance do that?

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My classes were such a blur to me, that I barely remembered walking to the cafeteria. All I could see were those golden eyes, and the effect they had on me. I opened my journal as I found a seat, completely empty in a corner, and began reading over my detailed description of last night’s dream. The description of him matched the boy from earlier perfectly. How was that possible?

 

I closed the journal and shoved it to the edge of the table and tried to eat the lunch I had picked out: a simple salad and bottle of water. I never ate much these days anyway. My fingernails tapped a simple rhythm on the table as I looked around, a little shred of hope that I would see the one with the golden eyes again. I didn’t see him yet, but I did see Mike Newton walking my way.

 

He smiled at me, and I immediately took into acknowledgement that he was no longer alone. There was a girl with glasses, plain, and another one who seemed to have a more vibrant personality. I took my journal off the table and set it in my lap. The girl with the classes sat down next to me. She seemed the quiet type by the way her smile looked – shy.

 

The more outgoing girl sat opposite me, just as another boy with black hair sat down. “Hi, I’m Jessica Stanley. This is Eric Yorkie, and Angela Weber. I’m guessing you’re the new girl, Rosaline Isaacs?”

 

I nodded. “It’s just Roe.” I wonder how many times I would have to correct people today.

 

She smiled. “Roe – it’s different, very modern though.”

 

Angela Weber looked down for a moment. “I like it; it’s different than plain old Angela.”

 

In most books and films, this was where I said thank you and then complimented her on her own name. But all I could let out was, “My brother gave it to me.”

 

I took in a shaky breath. I had a brief flash of the accident. I flinched. I had to keep comments to a minimum. Especially the ones that caused me to remember it all. Eric Yorkie said something to me in a low voice, but I was already going back to my dejected self. I didn’t know if any of them knew, but I made no effort to tell them. It wasn’t the kind of information you told someone after you met them. It wasn’t exactly a good thing.

 

Mike looked over his shoulder and sighed. “Heads up,” he muttered.

 

They all began talking differently, their conversations tighter and strained. I didn’t know what came over them. I decided to feed my curiosity and look over toward the direction that Mike had so suddenly been disappointed in. I saw him again.

 

That same boy, with the bronze hair and golden eyes. But he seemed to have an entourage. He was following behind two girls (one petite with a pixie haircut and the other statuesque with long wavy blond hair) and two boys, one burly with black hair and the other stocky with honey blond hair. They all seemed different when it came to size and hair tones (excluding the blonds), but their features were the same. All were unnaturally pale and unmistakably beautiful, with shadows under their bright golden eyes.

 

I was speechless for the moment trying to register it all. The bronze haired one was boyish, with angular features and a squared jaw. His frown was still chagrin. He suddenly looked up, and I flicked my gaze back to my new, unwanted group. I looked at Jessica who had watched my reaction to them.

 

“Who are they?” I asked with an awestruck.

 

Something in the way her posture changed that they weren’t friendly to her. But the curiosity didn’t diminish. She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “The Cullens.”

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Thank you for reading so far!

Permalink Reply by Summer Love on October 5, 2012 at 9:40am

wow, well at least she is making some new friends, sort of. This reminds me of the scene in twilight lol. But a better version

Permalink Reply by Seugnet du Toit on October 5, 2012 at 4:38pm

Interesting version of the introduction scene.  I wonder how she will get around on a bike?

 

Permalink Reply by Kelley Brady on October 5, 2012 at 9:49pm

i like it, very good so far.  can't wait to read your next udpate!

Permalink Reply by AMLemons {fanfictions} on October 18, 2012 at 5:14am

 

3.Slow Life 

 

The name itself had a strange aura of mysticism behind it. I glanced over my shoulder, and regarded how they didn’t speak much to each other. I felt envious of their silence. I looked back at Jessica. “The Cullens,” I repeated. 

 

“Yeah, the blond ones are Rosalie and Jasper Hale, the big muscly is Emmett Cullen, the little girl is Alice…” she paused for a dramatic effect. I expected someone to start mimicking a drum roll, “And the hot one, is Edward Cullen.”

 

I could have laughed at the description of Edward Cullen. Could have, would be emphasized. “Are they all related?”

 

She shook her head. “No, Dr. Cullen and his wife adopted them. They moved here two years ago.”

 

The closeness between four of the five seemed to confuse me. Like they were in pairs. “Are they close?”

 

This question in particular roused a smile from Angela. “Very close, they’re all dating.”

 

“Yeah, but Edward isn’t looking for anyone at the moment.” Jessica said. There was a hint of venom in her words.

 

I shouldn’t have, I knew it, but I looked over at them again. And just like in the hall, Edward looked directly at me. The warmth slowly seeped into my cheeks, and I looked away. This felt different for me. I didn’t want to speak much anymore. “I’m going to head to class early…”

 

Angela looked up as I stood up numbly from the chair. “What class do you have next?”

 

I took out my schedule. I didn’t think to memorize it this morning. I’d have it down by the end of today, for sure. “Mr. Banner, Biology.” 

 

Angela stood up, taking her things. “I’ll walk with you.”

 

Angela was shier than me, so I guess that the conversation wouldn’t be as much as I would expect with Jessica. I could see myself making a quiet friendship with her. But as I said with Mike, it wouldn’t be very healthy for her to be around while I was in this depressive state. I wanted to leave the cafeteria before the actual bell rang.

 

Angela walked alongside me quietly, but, the way she looked at me every few seconds made me think she was trying to find the right words. Finally she was able to bring herself to do it after we turned a corner. “We have another class together. Um, third hour History.”

 

I felt like a dolt for not noticing her before. But then again, in the hazy state I was in, I barely remembered any of it. I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

 

“No it’s not that, I’m fine with it really, but…you didn’t seem okay.”

 

She was going to ask it. Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t…

 

“Are you all right?”

 

Dang. I stopped after a few steps. I knew that I would have to lie about how I felt from time to time. I just didn’t think it would be to someone so nice. “I’m fine – I’m just coping with the move, is all.”

 

We got quiet again. The bell rang just as we reached the door for Biology. As I said before, I took this class before so I knew that it would be quite easy for me. I stepped in with Angela, who went to sit in her spot. Mr. Banner was writing down the objective on the white board as I walked up to him. I handed him the note I had handed to my other teacher’s, and watched him sign it.

 

“Right, Miss Isaacs, I have a workbook that you will need for today’s lesson and here’s a print out of the notes – you can observe for today.” He looked around, “the only available seat is right over there.” I followed where he directed me and smiled. I was thankful that he didn’t use my first name. I sat down at the lab table and looked ahead. Kids were coming in from lunch. I directed my attention down to the countertop, my vision blurring after a while. It couldn’t have gone anymore slower. Being in a course I already took seemed to be really demoralizing to me. But anything to get by each day, and I only passed with a C last year. This should be a good thing then, a chance to get the grade I deserved.

 

It was agony, listening to the laughter coming from the students as they filed in – some came alone while others came in pairs. Was it always this agonizingly painful to see other people happy? I bent down to pick up my backpack, reaching for my journal. To bide some time until the late bell rang, I would try to write a composition that was remotely decent and acceptable. I found a blank page. I stared down at it. Nothing came to mind, nothing that was worth writing down.

 

Something caused me to look up. At just the right moment, too. Edward Cullen walked in, his smile still – well, I was certain that arrogance was the only expression he knew. I tried my hardest not to search immediately for his golden eyes, but I couldn’t help myself. They were like magnets, and I was the metallic surface. I knew that staring was impolite, so I forced myself to avert my eyes back to my journal. Edward wasn’t going to bother talking to me, if Jessica’s suggestive tone was a warning to me then I should listen (or was that just a woman scorned, speaking?), no matter how demanding those quick seconds were.

 

I heard the chair next to me scrape along the tile flooring of the classroom. I glanced at him, for only a second, and saw that his frown deepened more. It was no longer arrogant, but disappointed for some strange reason. I was able to look at him more closely. He wore a black sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was more translucently pale than I’d ever seen a person look (albino?).

 

I felt nervous near him – an emotion that I haven’t felt in a long time. I clenched my fist to stop myself from letting my anxiety get to me. Because I was in school, I couldn’t take the emergency prescription with me. But then again, how often did I need to take it? The second bell ran, nasally and loud, and my fist tightened even more.

 

Mr. Banner began the lesson on flatworms, a subject that caused my skin to crawl slightly. The notes were already printed out for me, so I was stuck with a little free time as the others wrote them down. I should mention that not once did I unclench my first. It was like the fist was somehow connected to my nerves – the tighter I clenched, the less nervous I felt. I stole a quick look at Edward, who was staring ahead, unlike the others who had their noses far too close to their papers as they quickly wrote down word for word. I looked down at his paper.

 

Written in a far too elegant script, were the notes that had been written in the front. Every once in a while he would write down what Mr. Banner dictated. I was too fascinated by how quickly he wrote it all down. Sometime he would begin writing before the teacher even began speaking. He set his pencil down again, and briefly, very briefly, he caught me staring at his motionless hand.

 

I saw the corners of his mouth quirk slightly upwards, preparing for a smile, but he stopped short. He looked back at the board, but once again looked at me. This time, he was the one studying me. I quickly snapped my attention forwards. It was an interesting reaction we were having. It was silent, unlike the ones with Jessica and Mike earlier today.

 

Words seemed needless. For a simple second, I felt less dead than before. Mr. Banner told us to begin working on an in-class assignment, filling out the diagram of a flatworm and writing a brief description of each part and its function using the notes. I opened the workbook, silently. Like in all of my other classes before, my lifeless self returned. The words blurred into one another and it was difficult to decipher the diagram from the notes. I blinked a few times. I brushed my hair out of my face trying to relax myself. In the periphery, I saw Edward Cullen glancing at me, his face hard. 

 

“Hi, I’m Edward Cullen. You must be Roe.”

 

I’ve never heard a voice as soft as his. I looked over at him. He was smiling, which was a change from the arrogant frown I’d seen three times today. I nodded. I didn’t know what to say; I don’t think I even remembered a word. His eyebrows furrowed, causing his forehead to wrinkle slightly. I guess he expected an answer. It was then that I realized that he was the first person to not use Rosaline. He actually used my nickname.

 

“It’s nice to meet you,” I mumbled. “I guess you caught wind of my nickname.”

 

His smiled turned half crooked. “I heard it from a little bird.”

 

I looked ahead at the white board. The drawing of the flatworm looked traced now that I studied it further. I was distracting myself from having a conversation.

 

“Did I say something wrong?” asked his too soft voice. I shrugged.

 

I prayed that he wasn’t going to be over-friendly. “I have a lot of things on my mind.” A putrid lie. There was just a single thing on my mind. And it hurt to think about it. I just wanted a life of solitude.

 

"I see,” he mumbled. “I’m probably too intuitive, but I’m getting the feeling that it’s not a good thought.” I flinched at the quick scream that was just barely a whisper in the back of my head. No, the thought wasn’t good. His smiled faded slowly, deliberately to match my own expression. “I’m right.”

 

I flicked my gaze to him, and I nodded. I lifted my pencil off of the counter and started going back to work. “Some things are difficult to talk about, if you catch my drift.”

 

I let my hair fall down, creating a curtain between me and Edward. It was hard to ignore him when he was still watching me. But, he made me forget about it all. The nasally bell rang, and by the time I looked over at him – 

 

He was gone.

 

I started to put my things away. Rather than see Angela walking over to me, Mike did. He was smiling at me. “Cullen looked sadder than you did.”

 

I blinked. “What do you mean?” I didn’t want to think that I was that obvious. But I guess it was to Mike, the over-friendly friend.

 

“I don’t know, but when he was talking to you, he seemed to quiet when you did. Kinda like he was mimicking your mood,” Mike bit his lip. “Do you want to talk about it?”

 

I shook my head. I understood my mood entirely, but Edward’s? I didn’t know. What I did know, that today was not the day to talk about it. Maybe later in my too slow life. Right now, I had to get to my other class.

 

Mike seemed to follow me, like a faithful dog, out of the classroom and down the hall. I had Spanish next, and I knew that I would have to pay extra attention in that class. I didn’t remember much of the language from my class back home. But if it would get my mind off of certain things, then I guess that was all right.

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My class went by slowly, and as the end of school came to a close, my mind had wandered to my usual place – my own private abyss. Eric Yorkie was in this class with me, and he sat next to me, trying to understand the conversation written in the textbook. It seemed to me that only one person in the classroom knew and spoke fluent Spanish. Alice Cullen. I only looked at her once, and even then she didn’t look back at me. She wasn’t like Edward, who tried to start a conversation with me.

 

I wondered why Edward and Alice Cullen had the same color eyes, when they were adopted. Maybe they were like the Hale’s, brother and sister, but that wouldn’t explain why they looked very different. I sighed and flipped through the recent chapters, trying to get caught up with the language that was so very foreign to me. I’d never get it.

 

The bell rang and finally it was time to go home. I ran out of the class, to turn in my slip to the front office. After doing that I quickly went to get my bike. Mike was there, the chain already twisted around the handles of his bike. He smiled at me. “How was Spanish class?” He asked with a hint of a faked Mexican accent. I shook my head.

 

 

My first day of school went fairly well. I didn’t get killed, or hurt, so that was a good thing, I thought as I peddled out of the parking lot

 

But that thought was short lived.

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A/N: Sorry for taking a longer time with this than I normally do. :) I hope you enjoyed it.

Permalink Reply by Summer Love on October 18, 2012 at 8:31am

it's okay that you posted it late :) it was worth the wait. I loved this chapter, the chat between Roe and Edward is better then the one Bella had with him in the first book/film

Permalink Reply by Seugnet du Toit on October 18, 2012 at 9:39am

It's nice to see she and Edward formed a connection right from the beginning.  Maybe he will be the one who can help her overcome her sadness and get back to life.  Interesting too that he reflected her sadness.  Can he read her mind or was it just his sensitivity to her mood?  And why did Alice ignore her?

It will be interesting to see how all this turns out!

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