This is my first venture into any sort of fan fiction so if you could leave a comment telling me what to improve on that would be great. Thanks!
Forks High School isn't that big, I thought frantically. Miniscule, in fact, compared to my old school in Phoenix. Its ridiculous for me to get lost! As I groped for my schedule to try and figure out where Building 3 was, I internally tried to write this off as stress or hunger. PMS, even. But deep down I knew why I was so scatterbrained that particular morning. I scowled at the shining sun. Why did it have to come out at all? I knew I was being silly. Being away from Edward sometimes did that to me.
When I finally made my way to my seat in Building 3, I plopped down and began doodling idly on the front of my notebook. I was interrupted from wondering whether or not Edward would be back that night by a familiar voice.
"Hi Bella. Are you all right?"
"Yes, Mike...I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"Hey, I noticed Edward was gone today. Are you doing anything--"
"All right. Today's topic for discussion is the Alfred Wegener theory of continental drift..." cut the teaher's voice through the suddenly thick atmosphere in the room.
I let the teacher's voice fade out while silently thanking him for saving me from a painfully embarassing discussion. I liked Mike, but sometimes it was so hard for him to realize that I had a boyfriend...that would eternally be superior to him. Poor little guy, I thought.
The rest of the day passed painfully slowly. I won't suffer you the specifics. When I got home, Charlie was still at the station. I popped some leftover lasagna in the microwave for a couple of minutes and then went upstairs to do my homework. Satisfied that I'sd eaten up a lot of time, I went downstairs to make a salad and was shocked to see that only half an hour had passed. Grinding my teeth, I sat down to watch TV for another hour. Finally I heard Charlie's entry and started to get dinner out on the table.
"Hi Bells. Sorry I'm a little late."
"That's fine, dad. I did my homework. How was your day?"
A crease appeared between his eyes. "Well...do you remember those gang killings in Seattle last year?"
A chill passed through me. I remembered better than most. "Yes..." I replied cautiously.
"It's happening again. This time closer to here. Same bizzare range of victims, same burned bodies..."
I almost dropped the lasagna pan. Numb with shock, I caught it before it hit the floor and put a hand on the counter to steady myself.
"Hey, don't be scared.It's not that big of a deal. Not nearly as many as before."
"I'm not scared. Just surprised," I lied.
We ate dinner in silence. My head was whirling with emotion. Who was it? I could have reason to be happy. Maybe it was Senna, or Benjamin. At the same time, I was petrified. The Volturi had a good reason to be in the area: me. I ruminated on these questions, restless for Edward's arrival so I could ask him.
Forks High School isn't that big, I thought frantically. Miniscule, in fact, compared to my old school in Phoenix. Its ridiculous for me to get lost! As I groped for my schedule to try and figure out where Building 3 was, I internally tried to write this off as stress or hunger. PMS, even. But deep down I knew why I was so scatterbrained that particular morning. I scowled at the shining sun. Why did it have to come out at all? I knew I was being silly. Being away from Edward sometimes did that to me.
When I finally made my way to my seat in Building 3, I plopped down and began doodling idly on the front of my notebook. I was interrupted from wondering whether or not Edward would be back that night by a familiar voice.
"Hi Bella. Are you all right?"
"Yes, Mike...I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"Hey, I noticed Edward was gone today. Are you doing anything--"
"All right. Today's topic for discussion is the Alfred Wegener theory of continental drift..." cut the teaher's voice through the suddenly thick atmosphere in the room.
I let the teacher's voice fade out while silently thanking him for saving me from a painfully embarassing discussion. I liked Mike, but sometimes it was so hard for him to realize that I had a boyfriend...that would eternally be superior to him. Poor little guy, I thought.
The rest of the day passed painfully slowly. I won't suffer you the specifics. When I got home, Charlie was still at the station. I popped some leftover lasagna in the microwave for a couple of minutes and then went upstairs to do my homework. Satisfied that I'sd eaten up a lot of time, I went downstairs to make a salad and was shocked to see that only half an hour had passed. Grinding my teeth, I sat down to watch TV for another hour. Finally I heard Charlie's entry and started to get dinner out on the table.
"Hi Bells. Sorry I'm a little late."
"That's fine, dad. I did my homework. How was your day?"
A crease appeared between his eyes. "Well...do you remember those gang killings in Seattle last year?"
A chill passed through me. I remembered better than most. "Yes..." I replied cautiously.
"It's happening again. This time closer to here. Same bizzare range of victims, same burned bodies..."
I almost dropped the lasagna pan. Numb with shock, I caught it before it hit the floor and put a hand on the counter to steady myself.
"Hey, don't be scared.It's not that big of a deal. Not nearly as many as before."
"I'm not scared. Just surprised," I lied.
We ate dinner in silence. My head was whirling with emotion. Who was it? I could have reason to be happy. Maybe it was Senna, or Benjamin. At the same time, I was petrified. The Volturi had a good reason to be in the area: me. I ruminated on these questions, restless for Edward's arrival so I could ask him.
