Nothing good to expect when a day starts with blurred window. Sick fog, and the reflection of the mirror, tangle, damp hair and unhealthily pale skin..What a combination for a Phoenix girl. Even in a town this small, it is less likely to fit in somewhere.
After the mute breakfast with Charlie, my truck felt warm and homelike until I got to school. And it didn't require much effort or time, for what I was hoping for.
Hope against hope has also been the wish of - not being afraid of the new school, new walls, new halls, new teachers, new students. Not for majority of the world population is relief a feeling you get when you are asked to take a seat instead of introducing yourself to new classmates.
As for the learning part, seems like I won’t have to study much this year, I’ve already been taught things new teachers required in Phoenix.
But as for my expectations on how I would be perceived, things were little strange and far off from my prophecies. I wasn’t the number two thousand thirty something th student this time like I used to occupy my just another student niche at Phoenix school, I was a girl named Isabella, a daughter of the Police Chef, a girl from the big city, a curiosity, a new shiny toy at the school of three hundred students, where everyone knows everything about everyone who has ever stepped in this town be it in the present or in the past.
At least nobody, and exceptionally a representative of the opposite gender has ever initiated to talk to me until today. And not just one, but good two…. not even girls were about to ignore, I’ve been accompanied with strangers all the way at classes and in between classes, at the cafeteria and in the gym. In short, I now know three names that I will have to say hi to tomorrow, Eric, black-haired guy, Mike, someone who is nice and has blue eyes, and a girl with curly hair. Oh and some other girl, Angela. Yet I don’t know which one was better, being surrounded by curious eyes, or being unnoticed. One thing I’m sure about, I don’t feel right neither about the new place, nor about the new school.
But all I wrote above is not the only reason why I decided to initially consider Forks as my personal hell. It was there at school today, when I saw the Cullens. Fish would fit on the land better than they fit in at our school. They are born actors, commercial stars, singers, animation heroes. It’s the only thing that is completely out of my logical thinking abilities, what are they doing here?! Sitting at the table in the cafeteria, not eating, not talking, they’d make you want to blink to believe they were truly that unbelievably beautiful.
Three boys and two girls. The muscular boy with dark, curly hair was called Emmet Cullen, as the curly haired girl I mentioned has told me….The other was honey blond, Jasper Hale, who had a sister named after Rosalie, the most perfect girl I’ve ever seen in person, with golden, beautiful hair. While another one, Alice, tiny, thin, small featured, but insanely beautiful girl was wearing her black hair cropped short.
The last one was Edward, the lanky one with untidy bronze-colored hair with whom I happened to sit next to at biology class.
Humiliating, unfair and incomprehensible was the way he reacted to my presence. As if I’d been his venomous enemy… He didn’t do anything during the lesson but lean away from me as much as he could while keeping his fists clenched as if he was keeping himself from taking revenge on me. The class lasted longer than any other and the bell didn’t seem to ring at all, and when it did, he was out of the class instantly before even anyone left their seats.
I would have talk myself into that his behavior couldn’t have had any connection with me if I hadn’t seen him later in the office, asking the receptionist to trade from sixth-hour biology to any other time.
As I said I’ve been used to people treating me neutrally, today I even acquainted with the feeling of being in the center of attention. But bitter, tense dislike? Hatred? Anger? Irritation? Especially having no clue about the causes. Maybe and hopefully I misunderstood something. But this new feeling is making it all worse, while everything is anyway close to irresistible.
