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Chapter 6
Seven years ago
Bella
My first week in Forks had officially pasted. My week had been extraordinarily shitty. People had avoided me like the plague. After my first day my social standing at school had only went dawn hill. In other words, it was a big mistake to leave Italy.
Maybe there was still a possibility for me to live with uncle Aro and his wife. ‘Aunt’ Nella couldn’t be that bad, I’m sure we had something else in common other than our age. (Rose and I called her aunt Nella just to spite her – she hated being called ‘aunt’ it made her feel old.)
Charlie was a good house companion and I had nothing against the silence – sometimes it felt like I was living alone. If I’m looking for the silver lining I guess it would be getting reacquainted with my dad during the few hours I saw him.
I’m suppose to leave for school in forty minutes – but what’s the point, I thought as I lay on my bed.
There’s no reason to go to school. The real reason people go to school is to meet their friends and as I have none why should I go.
How am I spouse to withstand half a year of this? I wasn’t expecting much but it’s like Edward Cullen governs the whole school.
I guess first impressions are all.
How could people be that shallow? They follow him like a bunch of fucking groupies, even the guys – it’s just wrong. I don’t know how a person can willingly be so tightly under someone’s toe.
OK I know I’m being a bit over dramatic.
Shit I need a new hobby. I’m even cursing in my thoughts.
I only need something to do, something to keep me occupied.
When I peered at my bedroom, it hit me like a train going 150 miles an hour.
My room was plastered with ghastly 80’s pinkish grey flower wallpaper. The furniture in the room wasn’t that much better, they were long in the tooth and looked doddery, it was like the furnishing of an old sitcom. Nothing matched, this room had clearly been the storage room – the room where stuff had been stashed away when they didn’t fit anywhere.
I smiled and stretched on the bed, forming a big X as I yawned. I had found my new pastime, I was going to redo my room, now I simply needed a theme.
I whirled to lay on my tummy and pick up my laptop which I had left on top of the nightstand the previous evening. I searched every interior design magazine’s web site that I could think of for inspiration by but every single thing I saw looked cold or too modern and didn’t have give me a homey feeling.
“Bella, you want some toast before you leave for school?” Charlie surprised me as he called from downstairs. He usually left right after six, it was 7.35 – I had to leave in five.
“No! I’ll take care of it,” I replied as I jumped off my bed and yanked my jeans of the floor and tugged them on and rummaged through my closet for a top. I couldn’t choose between my black tunic and sky blue colored t-shirt. I finally pulled on the blue A&F t-shirt. I’d come to the conclusion that black was too bleak for my day – today was going to be exceptional and of course the funny red owl that adorned helped.
I gathered all my stuff and threw them into my schoolbag along with my sketchbook.
Slipping on maroon Chucks and my lined denim jacket, I ran downstairs grabbed a cold panini between my teeth and hurried to my truck.
Even thought school wasn’t the peak of my day I couldn’t disregard my grades like that. I’d worked hard to maintain my high average and it would suck bad if my grades dropped this far in the semester. I was going to be a responsible and mature young adult and go to school.
When I got to the school, it was only a couple minutes before the start of the first lesson and the school parking lot was nearly full. Luckily, I found a spot right at the end of the lot near the gum and locker rooms furthest away from the school. I got out of my truck and bolted towards the school.
Thankfully our French teacher Ms. Camille Founier was a cool garrulous twenty five year old who enjoyed the gossip of high school a bit too much and dressed in the latest fashion. It was her second year teaching and the first thing she told me was to forget all this miss crap and call her Cam. She reminded me of my zealous mother.
I have a feeling she has a thing for one of her students, I’ve seen them talking a couple too many times all buddy buddy. I think it’s weird she moved to the States to teach – the schooling system in the USA is too institutional to suit her, she would be better teaching the disabled.
“Bonjour à tous!”
“Did you watch the Oscars last night?” she smiled brightly.
“Didn’t you think Natalie Portman looked fabulous in her green dress?” There were headshakes and nods from the teenagers and a couple of comments from the girls.
“Well I thought she looked lovely and her 60’s movie star make-up clashed perfectly with the dress.”
“Ah, but let’s get down to business.”
“Que souhaitez-vous être quand vous êtes tous grandi?”
“Bella?”
“Je ne sais pas. Peut-être, soyez un peintre comme ma tante ou travail à ane agence de publicité”. French was something that came to me without a hitch. Being lingually divers was important in our family. ‘Multilinguismo è un dono - Multilingualism is a gift’ nonna would say. Everyone in our family spoke ether Spanish or French and uncle Aro studied mandarin Chinese just for the hell of it.
“Qu’est que vous Daniel?”
I was plodding down the hall to my locker to fetch my books for Biology. It’s funny how people willingly follow Edward Cullen lead like a bunch of groupies. When he says jump everyone shouts how high your highness.
It was stupid how forlorn I was of my shortage of friend but I could not let it keep me down. Now that I had something to do on my free time I didn’t need friends. And Rose was going to visit soon, that wound cheer my up.
Biology wasn’t any more interesting than French class. We were studying the nervous system, which I’d gone through in fast-track bio at home.
We were assigned an extended written project about DNA and genes, which had to be made in pairs. Thankfully, God had mercy on me and gave Angela as my partner. She was a shinny girl who hadn’t filled up her curves with twisting curls of jet-ink-black hair. She didn’t seem like the gossipy type of girl more like stubborn and outspoken.
I’d only said a quick hey to Angela when Jessica introduced us. She didn’t look at me with those same judgmental eyes everyone else seemed to look at me, instead she smiled and asked me about my family and studies. She might become a good friend, I think she’s the only friendly person in this school of groupies.
“So Bella when would you like to start our project?” Angela turned to me after class.
“You could come to my house after school?” I shrugged.
“I’ve got cheerleading practice after school. If you don’t mind waiting,” she asked with bright eager smile.
“No I don’t mind. Ok, I’ll see you after you practice,” I rose and grabbed my bag.
“Bella! you forgot to trade numbers with me. Come back here and give me your number. What if I need to reach you,” she said as she waved me back.
“Oh yeah, sure… I totally forgot.”
I gave her me number and bid her goodbye. Next up English Literature.
It was time for lunch however it looks like I’d been riding the easy road all day and now I’d been sent a curveball. Last week Forks had had uncharacteristically good weather and it hadn’t rained even once during the school day but now it was poring rain.
After me splendid first day, I vowed to never eat in the lunchroom again. I grabbed a bagel choosing something more fulfilling than my usual apple and snatched my customary coke before leaving to enjoy my lunch in the confines of my truck.
As I got closer to my car, I heard an unusual mewling sound – sounded like a dieing crying cat. Before I could close the door and get out of the rain, the music started.
“Ohhh… mmm…”
“Mmmm… ah, ah, ah, ahmmm…”
“Oh, oh ohhhmmm”
Someone was enjoy there lunch much more than I was. The girls’ locker room window was open and I could bet on it, it was the source of my exquisite dining music.
“Yes, yes… harder baby”
I unwrapped the bagel and took a big chewy bite of the delicious BBQ bagel.
“Ah, ah, yes baby… more”
I unscrewed my coke and took a sip.
“Harder.”
Bite. Sip.
“Ah, ah, ah, aahhhrrr”
Bite. Sip.
Someone is really vocal and loud if I can hear them through torrent of the drizzle, I thought.
I guess guys liked that. It must inflate their ego.
That was how my lunch brake went until the finale.
“Ohhh baby, I’m gonna come.”
“Cum for me baby,” was said by a rough mellifluous male voice before I heard a sharp piercing cry bellowed across the parking lot.
When I was done eating, I checked my watch. Class would be starting soon but I didn’t want to be noticed by the sex-crazed couple – that would be painfully awkward and just because it’s me I’d end up saying something embarrassing. Therefore, I sat in my car waiting for the twosome to be done with there bonking, so that I could leave.
The school bell rang and the duo finally came out.
Who other than Edward Cullen and his slutty blond accomplice were rushing towards the school.
I sat in my truck for a moment before following the fleeting boy.
Mr. Lynn was no top-notch music teacher, his music skills were first-class but he was totally incompetent as a teacher. He stood in front of the class in his dark jeans, red checked shirt and blazer swinging a stick keeping time as the softheaded teens tried to equal time.
We were stuck on the new song we’d started last week – these people had not one musical bone in their body or they were just tone deaf. Who knows how long it took for this lackluster of pot banging monkeys to perfect their ‘comme ci comme ça’ performance of the preceding song. The only people who could play music in time was the dyad of piano players which Cullen and I made up.
In addition, there was no alternating instruments so I guess I’m stuck with Cullen and playing the piano for the rest of the semester.
After Cullen’s roll in the hay, I’d followed him to the music class and sat next to him at the piano.
Edward Cullen had an indifferent expression; his coppery bronze hair was in messy disarray and his chiaro bosco verde eyes glimmering with brightness that screamed ‘I just fucked someone’s brains out’. I could not look at him, I couldn’t look into his cbv eyes – I was too embarrassed. I’d take a quick glance and get this sizzling feeling in the pit of my stomach and hear the voice of the mewling slutty blond.
I could feel his eyes on me from time to time but I never turned to fully look at him. I’m certain my evil blush was in full affect. My embarrassment was radiating off me in hot waves. We swapped places at intervals and played along with the deplorable band.
“Okay, class that's all for today. See you tomorrow.”
I don’t know what possessed me to say it as Edward and I stood up but I did,
“Edward next time don’t pick such a vocal lunch partner,” I could see the surprise in his eyes and walked away. As I glimpsed back, I could see his prominent smirk on his face until his friend requested his attention.
“Ed you coming or not?”
“Yeah Jay.”
Translations:
long in the tooth – rather old. [ORIGIN: originally said of horses, from the recession of the gums with age.]
Bonjour à tous! – Morning class
Que souhaitez-vous être quand vous êtes tous grandi? – What would you like to be when you’re all grown up?
Je ne sais pas. Peut-être, soyez un peintre comme ma tante ou travail à ane agence de publicité. – I don’t know. Perhaps be a painter like my aunt or work at an advertising agency.
Qu’est que vous Daniel? -What about you Daniel?
‘comme ci comme ça’ – neither very good nor very bad.
chiaro bosco verde – bright forest green
