Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ Remind me; Why did we move here again? ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Moonlight Angel 
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.26.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 163 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.26.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 163 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do own or create any of the characters, expect for Cassie and Brooke and their father. The rest is done and created by Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series. She owns them, not I. I am only burrowing them for my own twisted tales.
Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weird ville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.
Chapter Two
Remind Me; Why Did We Move Here Again?!
(Brooke’s POV)
I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut with more force than necessary. Man, I had a rotten day. I waited impatiently for Cassie to drag her slow ass into the car before starting it. “Cassie, freaking hurry it up! I wanna get out of this hell hole some time today.”
Cassie rolled her eyes. The trade mark Emo sisters’ eye roll, her bright ice blue eyes twinkling as she waved bye to some one and climbed in. What a social butterfly! If you asked me, the hole damn school was full of morons! They weren’t even worth our time. I inserted the key into the ignition and started the car. I waited for Cassie to situate herself, drumming the steering wheel with my freshly painted fingernails. “Done talking with your boyfriend, I see.”
Cassie snorted quietly. “No, I was saying goodbye to Angela. She’s in my first period English,” she explained and slumped in her seat, putting on her seatbelt. A apprehensive gaze landed on me. “You’re going to be careful, right?”
Worrywart. “ Sure. Whatever,” I said, raving the engine, putting the Mercedes into drive, pulling out of my parking spot and hitting the gas. I nearly creamed that shiny new Volvo while pulling out. I received a death glare from the dumb ass behind the wheel. He honked at me, furiously. I rolled down my window. I gave the ass the bird. “Oh yeah? Fuck you too, buddy!”
“Brooke no!” Cassie exclaimed panicking, grabbing onto the sleeve of my sweater. “Please! Remember your promise to Dad about road rage!”
I frowned, hating Cassie’s reminder of telling Dad I wouldn’t have road rage while we lived in Forks. As long as I kept to my end of the bargain I could drive us around freely. I pulled my head back into the car and rolled up the window. That bastard was lucky I had a promise to keep or else I would have humiliated his butt in front of everyone. I pressed the peddle down and sped out of the parking lot, like a bat out of hell. I hit the highway and continued north, heading home.
With me speeding ten miles over the required speed limit, it didn’t take us too long to get home. Poor Cassie was holding onto the “holy shit” handle for dear life. She didn’t trust my driving worth crap and who could blame her? I wasn’t one of the most safety orientated drivers out there. I pulled off the expressway and headed through the town of Forks itself, which was pretty much a bunch of homes, a hospital, maybe two restaurants, a gas station, and a convenient store. That was pretty much it. Pathetic really, but hey, who was I to question them? It was their miserable lives, right?
I was long out of town, heading down one of the less used roads, leading out into Washington’s great green forest. The windshield wipers cleared the gathering rain that threatened to blind my vision every intervolve of ten seconds. I turned off onto a lone packed down dirt road going into the trees. The car hit mud puddles, spraying water out to the sides. It didn’t take too long for our tiny isolated home to come into view. We weren’t that far back in the woods. Okay, it was a freakin` forest larger than who knows what, but I liked calling it that, so shoot me!
I hit the breaks, pulling up in front of the house. The dreary cottage looked more depressing than it did when we left for school earlier today. I sighed and banged my head on the stirring wheel, causing the car horn to honk. I’m sure that disturbed our crazy father from his writing spree. That was if he was even home! Stupid eccentric old man. Don’t get me wrong. I love my pop to death and all, but when he suddenly springs the idea of moving to some rinky-dink town up in Washington where it always rains, you would be pissed off with him too!
“Uh… Brooke?” Cassie’s hectic voice broke through my seething. My eyes flickered over to see she was still holding onto the handle for dear life. I guess she was still in shock from my aggressive driving.
“What?” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound snippy, but hey, I had a rotten first day of school and I knew there was plenty more to come.
“You okay?” Cassie asked uneasily.
I rolled my eyes. “Does it look it?” I demanded and then glanced her way. “Are you going to let go of that handle any time soon?”
“Oh?” Cassie’s ice blue eyes widened and then glanced toward her hand wrapped tightly around the handle. “Oh!” She blushed and slowly pried her hand-one finger at a time- from the bar. “You’re driving scares the crap out of me. I’m surprise we’re even still alive,” she admitted scowling at me, trying to make me feel guilty for being a maniac on the road.
I snorted and kicked open the door. “Yeah. Yeah,” I said in a chastising tone. I slammed the door shut. Cassie shakily stepped out of the car. I thought for sure she was going to drop and kiss the muddy ground, gratefully. I rolled my eyes, rounding the car and heading into the house with Cassie trailing behind me. The sky basically pissed all over us until we reached the safety of front porch.
“DAD!! We’re home!” Cassie called into the warmly lit hallway connecting to the living room on one side and the dining room on the other side. We listened to the familiar sound of a rolling chair moving across carpet.
“Hello. Hello.” A moment later our father exited the small study, greeting us with a gracious smile spreading across his pale complexion. “How’s my two wonderful girls? How was school? Cassie? Brooke?”
“Dad!” Cassie cried racing into his out stretch arms, mimicking the same welcoming grin. I swear, those two were like two peas in a pod. She pulled away, mulling over the question. She made a face. “It’s okay. I like our old school much better though.”
I snorted in disagreement, folding my arms across my chest. That was an understatement. “The school sucks to high heaven! It’s not even okay. Everybody’s boring or else they’re complete bitches. You know there’s not even a single student on the entire campus who dresses or remotely acts like us?”
Dad’s happy-go-lucky demeanor melted away in dismay. His meaningful dark brown eyes shifted from me to Cassie. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, you two,” he apologized. “I thought going to a whole new school would be exciting for you two.”
Cassie’s eyed dropped, guilt plaguing her face. “Well…”
“Yeah right,” I stated speaking for the both of us. If we were in an anime Dad would have sweat dropped and did an anime fall by now. “The kids here are a bunch of douche bags!”
I whirled around on my heel and booked it up the stairs, heading for my only sanctuary. “Brooke! Wait!” I heard my dad call after me. I pretended to not to hear him. A guilt trip would do him some good.
I slammed my door shut. I stared around my room, clothes from this morning’s decision of what to wear were stewed around the beige carpet. I was going to have con Dad into letting me replace it with something more update, more my taste. My posters of Bakura from Yu-Gi-Oh and Kiiba from Wolf’s Rain were spread across the boring off-white walls. Yep, I was definitely going to have to paint them, but what color though? Anything, but white. I picked up my wardrobe and put it back in the closet, closing the sliding door. I gazed around the room. My black and silver guitar was propped up in it’s stand on the other side of the room near my black speckled desk with my laptop and a digital camera hooked up to it’s motherboard. A bookshelf with my anime collection stood near my bedside with it’s chocolate and pink blankets and pink broken hearts sheets with brown teardrops intricately embroidered into the thin fabric. My pillow cases had huge hearts cracked in half on them. The perfect sign of emo. I loved my style.
I walked over to my desk and pressed the on button on my stereo. Linkin Park filtered in through the speakers. I tapped on one of the keys, bringing up the background of an emo boy to greet me. I smiled and clicked on options, moving the tiny dagger around with the motion sensitive mouse pad, going to my journal. I stopped and hit new, bringing up a blank page. Time to write out my misery.
Hey,
Today was a total drag. First day of school in the creepy little boring town of Forks. Woo-hoo. Not. What a bore! As you imagine like any day, I awoke to the annoying voice of my father bellowing for us to get up. I got into a sisterly fight with my sister in our daily mad dash for the bathroom. We fought and ended up laughing on our way out. No surprise there. Dad made breakfast as usual. He cooks way too good to be a man. Honestly!! Seriously though, he actually let me drive Cassie and I to school today! It was wicked. Racing down the road with no grown-ups to tell me to slow it down. Cassie’s thinks I’m gonna get us both killed one of these days. Whatever. I like my new found freedom and her whimpering isn’t going to deter me.
So anyway… as soon as we arrived, people started staring. What? They’ve never seen a emo girl before? How pathetic! Honestly, what do I gotta do to get them to stop staring? Gouge out their eyes with a spork?! Then that retarded secretary in the main office mistook us for twins! Ugh! I hate that! How many times am I going to have to tell those stupid mother heifers that we’re not twins?! Like a thousand or something? Let’s hope nobody else confuses us for twins or else I am seriously going homicidal on their asses.
Anyway… aside from that, I also have Biology first period! Yippee! NOT!!! Shit, are those idiots serious? I hate thinking first thing in the morning. I like it when I have study hall first period. I would trade biology for Mr. Martin’s crazy aerobics routines in study hall any day! At least things were interesting, but this was just flat out boring! Oh, and get this, I have absolutely no classes with Cassie. I’m all alone. So alone that I wanna ball tears of red. Ugh… I’m gonna have to have my schedule rearranged to at least have some classes with my sister. She’s is the only person on the entire campus that I can relate to! There’s like no freaking goths in the whole entire school! How pathetic is that?!
If that’s not bad enough, I got a freaking depressing suicidal bitch in almost all my class after first period. Her name is Bella… What kind of name is Bella? A crappy name if you ask me. What? Did her mother hear a frog die, uttering it’s last words on the day she gave birth to her!! Jeez! I mean if my retarded, low skank of a mother had named me something like that I would have to shoot myself or something!! She is so depressing. Her stupid ora is like a deep black abyss, sucking you into despair. I even have be to paired up with her in English, fifth period!! Along with two other skanky hoes! Their names are Jessica and Lauren! OMG! I’m going to kill one of those son of a bitches. They are so freaking annoying with their little high pitch laughs, acting all like, “I’m so super. Look at me!!” Gawd, I can’t stand that. Somebody have a rifle? Anyone? Guess not. I guess I’ll have to settle with giving them all the evil eye. MWUHAHAHA!! The evil eye works every time! Buh-bye bitches!!
But anyway, at least for now I have lunch with my sister and guess what? Our table is really close to one table where nobody will even sit near. It’s occupied by these weird bizarre kids. They’re all pale and inhumanly beautiful. Cassie said she had some classes with a couple of them. There are about five of them. They all have huge bags hanging down from their eyes and they are so suspicious. Like I’m one to talk, but hey, at least I eat! These kids, they don’t eat! They all had food in front of them and none of them touched a single thing. I know cafeteria food is the shits but seriously you need to eat some time or else you’re gonna starve. I wonder if they’re anorexic or something. That would explain it, but here’s the weird part. They all have these strange gold eyes that changed slightly, set against their unique skin tone and here I thought I was pale! These guys are seriously albino! Wow!! Man, I gotta wonder. I sense something off about them. They’re not normal that’s for sure. It’s a chilling sensation, feeling this attractive pull toward them and they smell too. Really nice, like an edible desert or foreign clean smelling perfume. It’s too weird.
Any who… I’m curious, but the only problem is that they’re all Abercrombie and Finch. Yuck! They’re family must be millionaires to afford that kind of crap. They’re definitely on my Must Avoid At All Costs lists. I noticed that one of them. It was the guy, who Cassie so affectionately named, the Bronze Wonder. He was staring our way. I could spot him from a mile away as he looked away and turned his gaze on that pathetic chick across the lunch room. He looks like a love sick puppy or something. How pointless. Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m just going to observe from afar for right now.
I think the only triumphant of the day was pulling out in front of this one dumb ass and totally humiliating him in front of his equally retarded peers. I flipped off his stupid Volvo owning ass and sped out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I think I scared Cassie to death again. Oh well. Mwuhahaha!! I’m grinning evilly right now. Over all today sucked. Between those bothersome stares and being stuck with the crappiest group on the face of the Earth, I’m thinking about skipping tomorrow. Yeah right, like that will happen. Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes will probably force me to go, dragging me by my toenails if she has too. Great… Hasta Luego and tah-taa for now.
Seriously yours,
B.S. (Brooke Sparrow)
“Brooke!!” Dad called from downstairs. I lifted my head to gaze at the closed door. “Dinner.”
I sighed, logging out. “`Kay!” I shouted back and closed down my laptop. I turned to Bakura on the wall over my bed. “Bakura, you smexy bastard, whisk me away from this dreary town.”
Morning comes too quickly for those who want the whole world to shut the hell up! The fist of my father banged loudly on my door, reminding why I hated life right now. “Brooke. Get up, you’re alarm clock has been going off for fifteen minutes straight. Don’t make me come in there and drag your butt out of bed.”
So that was the annoying buzzing in my ear. I groaned, tossing a pillow at the screeching alarm clock, muffling it and knocking it off the night stand with a clatter. I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. A loud, MEEEOOOWWW!! filled my ears when I stepped on Yugi’s tail.
How the hell did he get in here? I thought I shut and locked my door. Oh right, Cassie had been looking for him last night before we went to bed. The little bugger must have snuck into my room while I wasn’t looking. “Stupid cat.”
I stretched my arms above my head, cracking my spine, relieving the pressure of last night’s sleep. I had a weird dream, but couldn’t remember it. Yugi hissed as I picked him up by the scruff of his neck. He tried to claw my face off. I glared at him, storming over to the door. “Cassie! Come get you’re dumb cat!”
“His name is Yugi and he’s not dumb, Brooke!” Cassie snapped back, running up the stairs, already dressed in a brown t-shirt with a green Care Bear on the front over a black and white striped long sleeve shirt and a pair of faded black jeans. Her neon blue streaked hair was pulled back by a red and black headband.
I dropped the fur ball before she could claim him from me. He hissed, the hairs on his back sticking straight up and darted into Cassie’s room. She glowered at me, furious. “How can you be so mean, Brooke Sparrow? He didn’t do anything to you.”
I snorted about to close the door in her face. “Whatever. Just tell the little scuz ball to stay out of my room or else I’m having him spade,” I threatened slamming the door shut. Okay, so I wasn’t much of a morning person when I first wake up. My family’s knows I’m a bitch in the morning.
“Ugh!” I heard Cassie growled through the door and stomped back down the stairs, mumbling curse words. And the kids at our old school said I swore like a sailor. Cassie knew every swear word in the book and knew how to use them in every imaginable way.
I heaved my dirty night shirt aside, grabbing a bra, before rummaging through my closet. I changed into a black Invader Zim t-shirt and a olive green plaid mini skirt and a pair of neon orange and black stripped socks. I laced up my black leather boot and headed into the bathroom to go through my daily hygiene, brushing my teeth and hair, applying mascara and my trademark black lipstick. I headed back into my room, grabbing my cut-off fingered gloves, slipping them on and putting in a pair of silver skull earrings.
By the time I got downstairs, Cassie had already finished her breakfast and mine laid in the kitchen beyond, probably. She didn’t acknowledge my presence as I strolled past her. She was still pissed that I tossed her cat out of my bedroom so roughly. I felt kind of bad, but not guilty enough to say sorry. She knew how I was in the mornings. I brought my plate and a glass of orange juice into the dining room. Cassie grunted and picked up her plate and headed the way I just came. Yep, still pissed off.
I shoveled my cold slimy eggs and crispy bacon down my throat, chugging down my glass of orange juice as well. “Thanks for the lovely breakfast,” I called to my preoccupied father as he typed away in the study. “See you when we get home!!”
I rushed up the stairs, into my room to snatch up my backpack and make a mad dash for the stairs again. “Come on, Brooke!” Cassie called impatiently. “We’re going to be late for school thanks to you if you don’t hurry it up.”
So now she was talking to me! “Yeah. Yeah. I’m coming,” I snapped, grabbing the car keys. I slammed the screen door shut. Cassie was already in the passenger seat, waiting. “Don’t get your panties tied in a knot!”
I hopped into the drivers seat and inserted the key into the ignition, turning it, bringing the car roaring to life. I put the sucker into reverse and back out of the driveway onto the lonely road, or at least I thought it was empty….
“Awe Sh-!” My cursing was cut off as the back end of the Mercedes got sideswipe by a on coming vehicle. I instantly, instinctively hit the breaks to stop it from going any farther, being shaken in my buckled seat. Cassie screamed out, latching onto the bar handle above as the air bags shot into our startled faces. The wheels of the car squealed, swerving to a stop. What the freak?!
I closed my stinging eyes in the air bags, listening to my heart pounding inside the walls of my skull, out of control. Sweat dripped down the side of my face, my hands shakily gripped the steering wheel until they ached. My shallow breaths echoed in the silent stiff interior of the car. “Cass? Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah….” she responded holding onto the bar handle with all her might, her icy eyes wide with fright, adrenaline rushing through both our systems. She stared blankly in front of her. “I-I think my life j-just past before my eyes.”
“Same here,” I mumbled pushing the suffocating bag out of my face and leaning back against the seat, closing my eyes. “What kind of dumb ass doesn’t see a car pulling out? It’s not like we have any trees around the end of the driveway?”
“Y-You should have stopped and looked before pulling out?” Cassie suggested, her voice cracking, quietly accusing me.
“Shut up. That doofus was in my blind spot,” I pointed out, taking in a breath and letting it out. I rubbed my eyelids, trying to register what to do when a knocking filled our ears. The metallic ping against the window pane made my eyes pop open. I glared uneasily at the beautiful angel standing outside the driver seat. It was the guy from yesterday…
I bit back the round of verbal curses about to roll off my tongue. He stared back at me with his strange topaz eyes. They were a darker color than yesterday, but filled with concern or pity. “You girls alright in there?” he called through the glass.
“Brooke,” Cassie cautioned, listening to my violent thoughts over flow with fury.
I grunted, ignoring her, kicking the door open. The guy had already stepped back. I leaped out to glower at him. “What the fuck do you think?” I exclaimed clear angry echoing in my voice and temper flaring, looking for a brawl. “My sister and I nearly got creamed. What kind of freaking douche bag doesn’t notice a car pulling out?! Seriously. Do you have tunnel vision or something?”
The guy facial features turned condensing. “I would have thought that the driver would have enough responsible to stop and look before pulling out into traffic,” he assumed, mockery mixing with his words. His topaz eyes narrowed at me, frustration burning brightly in them.
I heard Cassie grunt in agreement to his assumption about my crappy driving. I brushed it off. “Oh really?” I asked spitting my words at him, fuming. “Ever heard of a blind spot, genius or did you flunk driver’s ed. because of your poor I.Q.?”
His arched eyebrow raised almost insulted. “I’m not the one with a poor I.Q. here,” he stated flatly, his voice as smooth as velvet. “I was asking to see if you and your sister were unharmed, not looking for a fight, Sparrow-.”
I felt my ears grow hot. “And I never asked for some stinking dumb ass to try to kill us. I mean, look at our back end! You’re stupid fancy smancy Volvo totaled it! And of course we’re not okay! We were nearly creamed by a rich stuck up jack ass!”
The guy glared at me in annoyance. His voice though came out patient, like he was dealing with a disgruntle child. “Look, I am trying to be nice. You could at least try to act-.”
Cassie’s hand stopped a flow of curses spewing out of my mouth, directed toward the jerk off standing in front of me. “We’re okay. A little startled that’s all,” she stated beaming away like the accident never happened. “Sorry about my sister giving you a hard time, but she isn’t the best person to deal with in the morning. She forgot to have her daily cup of mojo. I’m sure she’s really ashamed of herself, aren‘t you, Brooke?”
Yeah, ashamed that I can’t kick his sorry ass! I thought viciously, struggling even more against Cassie’s well disciplined grip. Her hand was the only thing that stopped me from cussing out that cocky egotistic stupid pompous low life arrogant rotten…-you get my point- until that twisted sneer of his swivels up into a tiny minute raisin.
“Thank you for giving us a ride to school, Eddy,” Cassie chirped while we sat in the back seat of Mr. I-Got-A-Crowbar-Shoved-Up-My-Ass’s stupid shiny Volvo. The stupid collision didn’t even put a dent in it! Damn expensive piece of junk.
Edward’s golden eyes flickered to her and smiled politely despite the obvious irritation written in his eyes. “It’s no big deal. It seems to be the only thing I can do for totaling you’re vehicle. I hope this isn’t a inconvenience for you,” he replied smoothly, “And please, call me, Edward.”
Cassie jabbed me in the rid cage. I glowered. What was that for?! I demanded inside my head.
The disapproving scowl formed on her lips. Don’t you got anything to say, Brooke?
I glared at her. Like what?
Cassie rolled her eyes, snorting. I don’t know… Maybe a ‘Thank you’ to Cullen for being so generous in offering us a ride. Even after you practically cursed him out!
I scrunched up my nose in distaste, my eyes gliding over to see our dear pasty chauffeur analyzing our contorted facial movements from the rearview mirror. I grunted turning to glare out the window. FINE!! “Yeah, thanks a lot,” I muttered. Out of clear annoyance I added underneath my breath, “Dick wad.”
I received a sharp blow in the side again. “Ouch! What was that for?” I snapped glowering at Cassie, who just shook her head in disbelief. I rubbed my sore side, returning to scowl at the misty green scenery blurring by.
“I hope you girls don’t mind, but I have to pick up Bella on the way,” Edward stated off handed. He didn’t really give us choice on whether we wanted to go or not. He was driving after all.
“No, of course not,” Cassie said simpering away like an idiot. Figures she would hide her true feelings about that depressing little snot. Man, I wish I had that kind of control over my emotions.
I gritted my teeth. “Great,” I grumbled folding my arms in front of my chest, fuming. Sharing a car ride with Mr. Cocky-Ass-Hole and Ms. Doom-And-Gloom. What a fine way to start the morning. Just add an overgrown hobgoblin and a chattering monkey that moons everything in sight and I think we’ll be all set for life!
“Oh. Uh… Hi there?” Bella stared at us wide eyed as soon as she stepped foot into the car. Edward had pulled up in front of a sad looking faded yellow house out in the middle of nowhere. Kind of like our house, except a little more pathetic.
“Hi Be~lla!!” Cassie practically screamed putting on the most retarded face I had ever seen and pronounced the little basket case’s name with an unnecessary emphasis on that of a dying frog.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, using pain as a way to stop the rolls of laughter from spouting forth from my big mouth. “Yeah… *pst* Hi,” I managed trying to not to snickering, watching clear utter annoyance pass over Bella’s face.
Bella scrutinized our grinning faces, carefully. She must have been purely pissed because she shot her halfwit boyfriend at scowl. “So mind telling me why you two are getting a ride from Edward?” She seemed to emphasis the pure unpleasant surprise she had found when she saw our two pasty faces sitting in the back of his stupid shiny car.
Edward made himself appear polite enough, but wary and apologetic at the same. “Well, you see, Bella, it’s a funny story…”
“You’re genius boyfriend, here, totaled our car when we were pulling out of our driveway this morning,” I interfered sneering.
“It was on accident,” Edward stated through gritted teeth. Oh yeah, I was annoying the hell of out him.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care if it was on accident or on purpose. That was the only transportation we had. Somebody going have to pay for it,” I snapped glaring daggers at the arrogant bastard in front of me. I glanced out the window. We were moving. I hadn’t realized Eddy Boy had started the car.
His golden eyes darkened, his eyebrows furrowing together. Bella gasped. “You aren’t suggesting… No! Absolutely not! Edward’s not paying for your mistake,” she shouted, unnecessarily loud.
“Jeez, keep it down, dumb ass. I bet even the dead can hear your awful shrieks,” I seethed, glowering at her petty whining. Bella’s eyes widened in horror, slowly turning around in her seat to look out the window shield, blankly. Jeez, ever heard of sarcasm?
Brooke! Cassie exclaimed inside my head making me wince. Her panic stricken eyes flashed from the driver to me, feverishly. Stop that. I know you don’t like this, but please, can’t you at last say something that’s not so rude! The bronze wonder looks like he’s about to break the steering wheel in half.
Really? I glanced over the shoulder of the seat in front of me. Sure enough Edward’s hands were gripping the wheel harder and with more force than needed. My ears picked up the muffled sound of metal groaning underneath the abuse. Wow, anger management much?
Please don’t push this idiot too far. Remember… there’s something not right with this guy, Cassie warned cautiously.
You mean with his head or the fact, he’s totally not human? I inquired actually amused, even though I might be on the brink of self destruction if I pushed Mr. Hard Ass too far.
Edward’s composed silken voice disrupted our private conversation. “If you feel that strongly about it, then why don’t you get out and walk to school,” he stated coldly done with the formalities, slowing the car down to halt on the side of the road. “I’ve tried to be polite, but if you insist on continuing being uncouth… You, Brooke Sparrow, can walk the rest of the way to school.”
Oh-ho, so we’ve narrowed it to threats, eh? I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Pst. Fine with me,” I said calling his bluff, yanking my backpack onto my shoulder. I saw the shock coloring Bella and Edward‘s faces, while Cassie only groaned in respond. “I rather walk than ride with an pasty butt prick anyway.”
I opened my door and stepped out of the Volvo. I threw Edward a sneer and slammed the door shut as hard as I could, making the tin can shudder. I waved to Cassie, knowing if he did take off and left me there, it would give me a reason to skip school for the day. Hell, I didn’t know my way around Forks, let alone how to get to school by foot, but that was okay. I didn’t care.
Brooke… I heard Cassie’s pleading voice echo in my thoughts. I choose to ignore her, having already making up my mind.
“To-tah-loo!” I turned and began walking down the road. Over head the thunder rumbled from the deep grey sky of endless clouds. A drop of water hit the dusty edge in front of me. I looked up to see a million more cascading down. Great. I sighed and continued, letting the rain pour. The sound of the rain splattering against the barren forest road just outside of Forks, filled my hearing. If only I had a hat- My make up was definitely going to be ruined thanks to the rain.
It wasn’t until I gotten quite a ways down the road, that I heard the hum of the Volvo go flying by. No surprise there. Well it wouldn’t have been, if the car hadn’t suddenly slow down to a halt on the side of the road ahead of me. I continued to trudge along, my head lowered. The familiar sound of a car door being kicked open and some one’s shoes stepping out onto the soaked ground over came the steady roar of the rain. A tall shadow loomed over me. I raised my gaze to meet Edward’s smoldering gold eyes leering down upon me.
I made a face, that said, “Something the matter, moron?” His white angelic facial features contorted into what looked to be the halfway mark of a grimace and a snarl. He wasn’t very beautiful right now, livid with exasperation and loathing. His voice came low and chilling, sending an unwelcoming shiver of terror down my spine. “Get. In.” He seethed, his eyes glowing with untold fury.
I gawked at him, incredulously. “Wh-what?”
His deadly expression didn’t change. “Get. In. The. Car.” he snarled, pointing an trembling finger toward the passenger door.
My instincts reminded me why I should be careful around him. The repetition of not human played inside my head. I didn’t argue with him. I nodded silently and climbed into the back seat. I eased the door shut, careful not to piss Edward off even more than I already had. I cast a nervous glance toward Cassie as she remained huddled in the seat next to me, her eyes warily watching Edward slip behind the steering wheel and slammed the door shut with just as much force as I had getting out of the car, except his strength cause the entire car shudder like it was on the verge of falling apart. Miss Sad Sack up in the front kept her accusing, pitiful eyes from meeting mine. Edward put the vehicle into drive and sped off down the road like a bullet. Cassie didn’t complain about his speeding and neither did I…
In the computer lab, I leaned back into the rolling chair, listening to the wheels slipping across the tiled flooring. My computer screen laid blank before me. The teacher up in the front of the room, had been explaining what I had already learned back in California. I stretched my arms above my head. I learned forward, propping myself up on the table, my fingers tapping one of the keys, bringing up the internet. I typed in a specific website I wanted to go too; www.Jackass.com. The computer screen read that the website was blocked. I frowned and glanced around the busy classroom. Nobody seemed to be watching me. The people next to me were too engrossed with what the teacher was blabbering about. I smirked. Perfect.
I flexed my fingers, releasing some tension in them before reaching behind the monitor, my forefinger and thumb pinching one of the outlets. I bit onto my lower lip, concentrating. A spark of electricity jolted through my hand, making the screen before me flickered and faltered. “Come on, baby,” I grumbled underneath my breath. “Come on.”
The lists of zeros flashing through my vision stopped, the monitor went blank.
The jackass website came up. I automatically lowered the volume and released the wire, bringing my hand back to the keyboard in front of me. I held in a satisfied grin, resting my twitching hand on the keyboard, making the screen scroll down by itself. I hid a giggle and clicked on a random video. It was one of the episodes I had missed the week since our sudden migration from the sunny state of California to the gloomy town of Forks, Washington.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spied two of the Cullens sitting side by side at the computers closest to the wall. If I remember accurately, the girl with spiky black hair was named Alice, and the blonde haired dude, who looks like he should be in college, was Jasper. Weird names. Whatever. I was tempted in frying their computer’s motherboards, just to cause some excitement in this mundane mind numbing class, but since they hadn’t done anything to me I spared them the humiliation. If there was anybody who I was willing to torture, it would be their idiot obtuse brother, Edward. God, that guy really got on my nerves. What a pussy!! He reminded me of a spoiled brat. Him and his tragic little girlfriend was a modern day Romeo and Juliet tragedy just waiting to happen.
I pushed back in my chair, bored. “Well,” I muttered. “Don’t matter. I’ll get him back.” I snickered. “Paybacks are a bitch after all.”
“Oh really, Miss Sparrow? How is that so?” A stern haughty voice demanded from behind me.
I froze. SHIT!! I quickly sent a spasm of energy through the computer replacing the school’s program block on the site I was currently on. The blank warning screen came back up. I could have sworn I heard Alice Cullen quietly snickering to herself. I didn’t have time though to ponder over it as I swirled around in my chair to face the questioning face of the teacher.
“Oh nothing, Mr. Slanker,” I said putting on a cheesy grin. “Just musing to myself.”
The teacher raised an skeptical eyebrow. “Really? And does that involve looking at an impropriate site, Miss Sparrow?”
I gawked at him, dumbly. “What site, Sir?” I inquired blankly.
“The one you’re on…” His voice trailed off. The smug look fading away, his beady eyes wandering over the blank computer screen. Frustration registered onto his face. His chuddy unshaven face flushed red with embarrassment. “Do understand that I don’t tolerate monkey busy in my classroom, Miss Brooke Sparrow.”
“Who? Me? Never!” I gasped, pretending to be hurt by his assumption. “I would never do anything funny, sir. Scout’s honor.”
Just then as if a blessing from up above to save the my scrawny carcass, the phone on the other side of the room rung. His eyes flickered from the phone to me and back again. He grunted and trudged off, leaving me to stick out my tongue at the back of his retreating bulky figure.
“Crackpot,” I grumbled, grimacing and returning to the computer screen before me. I pulled my black and red I-pod out of the pocket of my hoodie and stuck the earphones into my ears. Scrolling down the menu, I picked “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance, blaring the music into my ears and sticking the mini device into my shirt. I absently tapped the desktop while I listened and worked effortlessly.
“So did we have fun goofing off this period, Miss Sparrow?” The douche bag of a computer teacher inquired coming over to my desk as I gathered my books. The Cullens in the far corner of the room, were watching. I could feel their curious eyes on me as I turned my back on them.
I sneered at the teacher. “Of course, Mr. Skanker,” I said mispronouncing his name on purpose just to annoy him.
Mr. Slanker glowered at me, furious. “ It’s Mr. Slanker and you do realize you will have to stay after school today to finish the project,” he declared smugly, thinking he had the drop on me. All students seemed to focus their petty attention on our little conversation.
I rolled my eyes, sighing. “That won’t be necessary, teach.” I smirked, stepping aside from the monitor. “I already got the project done,” I reported revealing a screen with a dancing purple and green Barney getting repeatedly mutilated by Gaara of the Desert with his sand coffin.
The snot nosed teacher’s eyes bulged in disbelief. His jaw dropped as I saved my work and shut down. I pulled on my sweater and saluted him, simpering. “See ya in two days, teach. Have a shitty day.”
Appalled and astounded whispers filled the air around me. The student body’s eyes followed me as I stepped out the door, leaving a minute before class ended. I rolled my eyes. What? They’ve never seen a student bitch out a teacher before? How sad and pathetic. It happened all the time at my old school. Just apart of life, folks. Get use to it!
I sighed, pulling up my hood to cover my hair. My make up had already been ruined once and I had no choice but to fix it as soon as Cassie and I arrived at school, no thanks to Mr. Stupid-Idiot-Rotten-Son-Of-A-Bitch-Pussy-Volvo-Owner and his sappy depressing girlfriend. I didn’t want to have to fix it again.
The rain poured down making the sidewalk slick. I kept my head lower. The bell ending fourth period rang, meaning classes now could be let out. It didn’t take long for the narrow stripes of pavement to be filled with bustling bodies. Conversation broke out instantly, friends meeting up together, laughing and informing each other on what to expect in the next few classes. I shuddered. The temperature was dropping. I could the icy grasp of the early spring wind as it cut through the thick fuzzy fabric of my hoodie and scrap across the bare skin of my thighs underneath my skirt.
“Hey!” A sing-song voice called after me. I looked up to see who in their right mind would be wanting to talk to me of all people. I had to be deem one of most unfriendly kids to transfer in from out of town. Alice’s pixie thin form, clad in designer wear came bouncing my way. A big cheerful smile spreading across her albino perfect face. Her spiky raven hair being rustled by the early spring air as it whipped across the open-aired campus. “Hey. Wait up!”
I raised an dubious eyebrow. What could she want? I stopped, shoving my hands deep into the pocket of my hoodie, ducking as the wind threatened to blow my hood off my head.
“Hey! It’s Brooke, right?” Alice guessed beaming, catching up. Following her like a static shadow, was the blonde guy named, Jasper, her boyfriend I guess. It was a common fact that the Cullens only associated amongst themselves and that basket case, Bella. Why would she want with a anti-social goth like myself?
I snorted. “Yeah? What the hell do you want?” I demanded glancing from her to Jasper, suspiciously.
A disapproving glare came from Jasper as Alice pouted on the account of my blunt rude attitude. “You’re not very friendly,” she observed, more careful now, yet still keeping a cheerful and welcoming front.
I shrugged, nonchalantly. “Very. I don’t like people.”
Alice titled her head, tapping an inquiring slender finger against the rim of her chin. Her topaz eyes narrowed on my face, scrutinizing. “Why don’t you like people?” she wanted to know.
I frowned. “Because most people my age are a bunch of banana-brained monkeys and almost nobody on this entire campus is a freaking goth or remotely punk,” I pointed out and started walking.
Alice and Jasper followed in toe with my brisk pace. I shot them an skeptical glare. “Why are you following me?”
Alice shrugged. “Because we’re curious about you,” she answered lightly, smiling at me. Was that supposed to make me feel better?
“My next class is this way,” Jasper plainly stated, indifferent to the curious and awestruck stares we were getting.
I nodded slowly. “I see,” I muttered quite uncomfortable. I looked to Alice, analyzing her jovial mood. “And what could be so interesting about me that could make you so curious?”
The twig figure, danced ahead of us. “For one,” she said stopping and indicating to my outfit. “You dress differently from everyone else. It’s hard not to stare.”
I snorted. What the fuck was wrong with the way I dressed? I liked my style. I wasn’t going to be like the rest of the cheap carbon copies that inhabited this town. “And?”
“And,” Alice continued, beaming. Hmm… she reminded me of someone I knew.
“…two, you haven’t tried to make any friends since you got here. Most transfer students try to get into a clique before they suffer from isolation.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, you guys don’t seem to have a problem with isolation,” I remarked bitterly. Damn hypocrites!
Alice made a face. “What does that mean?”
“Well, besides sticking out like a sore thumb. Everybody seems to avoid you,” I replied, shrugging, glancing off to see students making room, trying to keep a descent amount of space between them and the Cullens.
Jasper smirked. The serious weirdo actually showed some signs of human nature. Wow… Cassie told me that he was an emotionless zombie. “True, but the same could be said about you,” he countered.
I smirked back. “Point taken.” Hanging out with these two wasn’t so bad. They were more tolerable than their egotistic brother. Hey, they weren’t emo, but at least them seem friendly enough to understand the rules of being an outcast. “I don’t trust a lot people. Mostly because they all end turning out to be back-stabbing bitches.”
Alice frowned at my resolution. “You’re being too pessimistic,” she commented and smile again not a moment later. “You’re a lot like Bella.”
I nearly gagged, making a creep out face. “You’re kidding right? I am nothing like that whiny bitch,” I seethed facing forward. I caught a stun glanced reflecting off of Jasper’s and Alice’s face. They were almost horror struck. “What? I can’t stand her. I have almost every class with her.”
“You don’t like Bella, Brooke?” Alice inquired, hopping beside. “Why?”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, for one, she acts like the whole world is conspiring against her and she reminds me of an ancient grandma, who hasn’t seen the light of day in over seventy years,” I explained. “Not a good way to spend your teenage years, when you’re suppose to be energetic and wild. No bonds holding you down, rebelling everything against your folks knew when they went to high school. I know I’m pessimistic at times, but hell, she acts like death is knocking on her doorstep!”
Alice sighed, sadly. “Yeah, that sounds a lot like Bella,” she muttered softly. The cheerful demeanor vanishing. It didn’t suit her. Jasper remained silent as we quietly walked to our next class.
I snorted, almost feeling guilty for insulting Bella, the biggest basket case ever. “Look,” I said sighing. “I just don’t like that girl, period. Nothing personal. If you two are friends with Miss Sad Sack, that’s your choice.” I heard the bell for fifth period to begin. “Now if you’ll excuse I have to head off to the torture known as the English class from hell. It was nice talking to you.”
I took off, jogging. Heading in the opposite direction they were. I looked over my shoulder to wave good-bye, but no one stood where Alice and Jasper had been. The dreary sidewalk remained barren like they were never there.
Okay. That’s a little too strange, I thought shuddering at the cool grasp of the breeze sweeping over the almost empty campus. Just what are they? I wonder…
Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weird ville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.
Chapter Two
Remind Me; Why Did We Move Here Again?!
(Brooke’s POV)
I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut with more force than necessary. Man, I had a rotten day. I waited impatiently for Cassie to drag her slow ass into the car before starting it. “Cassie, freaking hurry it up! I wanna get out of this hell hole some time today.”
Cassie rolled her eyes. The trade mark Emo sisters’ eye roll, her bright ice blue eyes twinkling as she waved bye to some one and climbed in. What a social butterfly! If you asked me, the hole damn school was full of morons! They weren’t even worth our time. I inserted the key into the ignition and started the car. I waited for Cassie to situate herself, drumming the steering wheel with my freshly painted fingernails. “Done talking with your boyfriend, I see.”
Cassie snorted quietly. “No, I was saying goodbye to Angela. She’s in my first period English,” she explained and slumped in her seat, putting on her seatbelt. A apprehensive gaze landed on me. “You’re going to be careful, right?”
Worrywart. “ Sure. Whatever,” I said, raving the engine, putting the Mercedes into drive, pulling out of my parking spot and hitting the gas. I nearly creamed that shiny new Volvo while pulling out. I received a death glare from the dumb ass behind the wheel. He honked at me, furiously. I rolled down my window. I gave the ass the bird. “Oh yeah? Fuck you too, buddy!”
“Brooke no!” Cassie exclaimed panicking, grabbing onto the sleeve of my sweater. “Please! Remember your promise to Dad about road rage!”
I frowned, hating Cassie’s reminder of telling Dad I wouldn’t have road rage while we lived in Forks. As long as I kept to my end of the bargain I could drive us around freely. I pulled my head back into the car and rolled up the window. That bastard was lucky I had a promise to keep or else I would have humiliated his butt in front of everyone. I pressed the peddle down and sped out of the parking lot, like a bat out of hell. I hit the highway and continued north, heading home.
With me speeding ten miles over the required speed limit, it didn’t take us too long to get home. Poor Cassie was holding onto the “holy shit” handle for dear life. She didn’t trust my driving worth crap and who could blame her? I wasn’t one of the most safety orientated drivers out there. I pulled off the expressway and headed through the town of Forks itself, which was pretty much a bunch of homes, a hospital, maybe two restaurants, a gas station, and a convenient store. That was pretty much it. Pathetic really, but hey, who was I to question them? It was their miserable lives, right?
I was long out of town, heading down one of the less used roads, leading out into Washington’s great green forest. The windshield wipers cleared the gathering rain that threatened to blind my vision every intervolve of ten seconds. I turned off onto a lone packed down dirt road going into the trees. The car hit mud puddles, spraying water out to the sides. It didn’t take too long for our tiny isolated home to come into view. We weren’t that far back in the woods. Okay, it was a freakin` forest larger than who knows what, but I liked calling it that, so shoot me!
I hit the breaks, pulling up in front of the house. The dreary cottage looked more depressing than it did when we left for school earlier today. I sighed and banged my head on the stirring wheel, causing the car horn to honk. I’m sure that disturbed our crazy father from his writing spree. That was if he was even home! Stupid eccentric old man. Don’t get me wrong. I love my pop to death and all, but when he suddenly springs the idea of moving to some rinky-dink town up in Washington where it always rains, you would be pissed off with him too!
“Uh… Brooke?” Cassie’s hectic voice broke through my seething. My eyes flickered over to see she was still holding onto the handle for dear life. I guess she was still in shock from my aggressive driving.
“What?” I snapped. I didn’t mean to sound snippy, but hey, I had a rotten first day of school and I knew there was plenty more to come.
“You okay?” Cassie asked uneasily.
I rolled my eyes. “Does it look it?” I demanded and then glanced her way. “Are you going to let go of that handle any time soon?”
“Oh?” Cassie’s ice blue eyes widened and then glanced toward her hand wrapped tightly around the handle. “Oh!” She blushed and slowly pried her hand-one finger at a time- from the bar. “You’re driving scares the crap out of me. I’m surprise we’re even still alive,” she admitted scowling at me, trying to make me feel guilty for being a maniac on the road.
I snorted and kicked open the door. “Yeah. Yeah,” I said in a chastising tone. I slammed the door shut. Cassie shakily stepped out of the car. I thought for sure she was going to drop and kiss the muddy ground, gratefully. I rolled my eyes, rounding the car and heading into the house with Cassie trailing behind me. The sky basically pissed all over us until we reached the safety of front porch.
“DAD!! We’re home!” Cassie called into the warmly lit hallway connecting to the living room on one side and the dining room on the other side. We listened to the familiar sound of a rolling chair moving across carpet.
“Hello. Hello.” A moment later our father exited the small study, greeting us with a gracious smile spreading across his pale complexion. “How’s my two wonderful girls? How was school? Cassie? Brooke?”
“Dad!” Cassie cried racing into his out stretch arms, mimicking the same welcoming grin. I swear, those two were like two peas in a pod. She pulled away, mulling over the question. She made a face. “It’s okay. I like our old school much better though.”
I snorted in disagreement, folding my arms across my chest. That was an understatement. “The school sucks to high heaven! It’s not even okay. Everybody’s boring or else they’re complete bitches. You know there’s not even a single student on the entire campus who dresses or remotely acts like us?”
Dad’s happy-go-lucky demeanor melted away in dismay. His meaningful dark brown eyes shifted from me to Cassie. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that, you two,” he apologized. “I thought going to a whole new school would be exciting for you two.”
Cassie’s eyed dropped, guilt plaguing her face. “Well…”
“Yeah right,” I stated speaking for the both of us. If we were in an anime Dad would have sweat dropped and did an anime fall by now. “The kids here are a bunch of douche bags!”
I whirled around on my heel and booked it up the stairs, heading for my only sanctuary. “Brooke! Wait!” I heard my dad call after me. I pretended to not to hear him. A guilt trip would do him some good.
I slammed my door shut. I stared around my room, clothes from this morning’s decision of what to wear were stewed around the beige carpet. I was going to have con Dad into letting me replace it with something more update, more my taste. My posters of Bakura from Yu-Gi-Oh and Kiiba from Wolf’s Rain were spread across the boring off-white walls. Yep, I was definitely going to have to paint them, but what color though? Anything, but white. I picked up my wardrobe and put it back in the closet, closing the sliding door. I gazed around the room. My black and silver guitar was propped up in it’s stand on the other side of the room near my black speckled desk with my laptop and a digital camera hooked up to it’s motherboard. A bookshelf with my anime collection stood near my bedside with it’s chocolate and pink blankets and pink broken hearts sheets with brown teardrops intricately embroidered into the thin fabric. My pillow cases had huge hearts cracked in half on them. The perfect sign of emo. I loved my style.
I walked over to my desk and pressed the on button on my stereo. Linkin Park filtered in through the speakers. I tapped on one of the keys, bringing up the background of an emo boy to greet me. I smiled and clicked on options, moving the tiny dagger around with the motion sensitive mouse pad, going to my journal. I stopped and hit new, bringing up a blank page. Time to write out my misery.
Hey,
Today was a total drag. First day of school in the creepy little boring town of Forks. Woo-hoo. Not. What a bore! As you imagine like any day, I awoke to the annoying voice of my father bellowing for us to get up. I got into a sisterly fight with my sister in our daily mad dash for the bathroom. We fought and ended up laughing on our way out. No surprise there. Dad made breakfast as usual. He cooks way too good to be a man. Honestly!! Seriously though, he actually let me drive Cassie and I to school today! It was wicked. Racing down the road with no grown-ups to tell me to slow it down. Cassie’s thinks I’m gonna get us both killed one of these days. Whatever. I like my new found freedom and her whimpering isn’t going to deter me.
So anyway… as soon as we arrived, people started staring. What? They’ve never seen a emo girl before? How pathetic! Honestly, what do I gotta do to get them to stop staring? Gouge out their eyes with a spork?! Then that retarded secretary in the main office mistook us for twins! Ugh! I hate that! How many times am I going to have to tell those stupid mother heifers that we’re not twins?! Like a thousand or something? Let’s hope nobody else confuses us for twins or else I am seriously going homicidal on their asses.
Anyway… aside from that, I also have Biology first period! Yippee! NOT!!! Shit, are those idiots serious? I hate thinking first thing in the morning. I like it when I have study hall first period. I would trade biology for Mr. Martin’s crazy aerobics routines in study hall any day! At least things were interesting, but this was just flat out boring! Oh, and get this, I have absolutely no classes with Cassie. I’m all alone. So alone that I wanna ball tears of red. Ugh… I’m gonna have to have my schedule rearranged to at least have some classes with my sister. She’s is the only person on the entire campus that I can relate to! There’s like no freaking goths in the whole entire school! How pathetic is that?!
If that’s not bad enough, I got a freaking depressing suicidal bitch in almost all my class after first period. Her name is Bella… What kind of name is Bella? A crappy name if you ask me. What? Did her mother hear a frog die, uttering it’s last words on the day she gave birth to her!! Jeez! I mean if my retarded, low skank of a mother had named me something like that I would have to shoot myself or something!! She is so depressing. Her stupid ora is like a deep black abyss, sucking you into despair. I even have be to paired up with her in English, fifth period!! Along with two other skanky hoes! Their names are Jessica and Lauren! OMG! I’m going to kill one of those son of a bitches. They are so freaking annoying with their little high pitch laughs, acting all like, “I’m so super. Look at me!!” Gawd, I can’t stand that. Somebody have a rifle? Anyone? Guess not. I guess I’ll have to settle with giving them all the evil eye. MWUHAHAHA!! The evil eye works every time! Buh-bye bitches!!
But anyway, at least for now I have lunch with my sister and guess what? Our table is really close to one table where nobody will even sit near. It’s occupied by these weird bizarre kids. They’re all pale and inhumanly beautiful. Cassie said she had some classes with a couple of them. There are about five of them. They all have huge bags hanging down from their eyes and they are so suspicious. Like I’m one to talk, but hey, at least I eat! These kids, they don’t eat! They all had food in front of them and none of them touched a single thing. I know cafeteria food is the shits but seriously you need to eat some time or else you’re gonna starve. I wonder if they’re anorexic or something. That would explain it, but here’s the weird part. They all have these strange gold eyes that changed slightly, set against their unique skin tone and here I thought I was pale! These guys are seriously albino! Wow!! Man, I gotta wonder. I sense something off about them. They’re not normal that’s for sure. It’s a chilling sensation, feeling this attractive pull toward them and they smell too. Really nice, like an edible desert or foreign clean smelling perfume. It’s too weird.
Any who… I’m curious, but the only problem is that they’re all Abercrombie and Finch. Yuck! They’re family must be millionaires to afford that kind of crap. They’re definitely on my Must Avoid At All Costs lists. I noticed that one of them. It was the guy, who Cassie so affectionately named, the Bronze Wonder. He was staring our way. I could spot him from a mile away as he looked away and turned his gaze on that pathetic chick across the lunch room. He looks like a love sick puppy or something. How pointless. Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m just going to observe from afar for right now.
I think the only triumphant of the day was pulling out in front of this one dumb ass and totally humiliating him in front of his equally retarded peers. I flipped off his stupid Volvo owning ass and sped out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I think I scared Cassie to death again. Oh well. Mwuhahaha!! I’m grinning evilly right now. Over all today sucked. Between those bothersome stares and being stuck with the crappiest group on the face of the Earth, I’m thinking about skipping tomorrow. Yeah right, like that will happen. Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes will probably force me to go, dragging me by my toenails if she has too. Great… Hasta Luego and tah-taa for now.
Seriously yours,
B.S. (Brooke Sparrow)
“Brooke!!” Dad called from downstairs. I lifted my head to gaze at the closed door. “Dinner.”
I sighed, logging out. “`Kay!” I shouted back and closed down my laptop. I turned to Bakura on the wall over my bed. “Bakura, you smexy bastard, whisk me away from this dreary town.”
Morning comes too quickly for those who want the whole world to shut the hell up! The fist of my father banged loudly on my door, reminding why I hated life right now. “Brooke. Get up, you’re alarm clock has been going off for fifteen minutes straight. Don’t make me come in there and drag your butt out of bed.”
So that was the annoying buzzing in my ear. I groaned, tossing a pillow at the screeching alarm clock, muffling it and knocking it off the night stand with a clatter. I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. A loud, MEEEOOOWWW!! filled my ears when I stepped on Yugi’s tail.
How the hell did he get in here? I thought I shut and locked my door. Oh right, Cassie had been looking for him last night before we went to bed. The little bugger must have snuck into my room while I wasn’t looking. “Stupid cat.”
I stretched my arms above my head, cracking my spine, relieving the pressure of last night’s sleep. I had a weird dream, but couldn’t remember it. Yugi hissed as I picked him up by the scruff of his neck. He tried to claw my face off. I glared at him, storming over to the door. “Cassie! Come get you’re dumb cat!”
“His name is Yugi and he’s not dumb, Brooke!” Cassie snapped back, running up the stairs, already dressed in a brown t-shirt with a green Care Bear on the front over a black and white striped long sleeve shirt and a pair of faded black jeans. Her neon blue streaked hair was pulled back by a red and black headband.
I dropped the fur ball before she could claim him from me. He hissed, the hairs on his back sticking straight up and darted into Cassie’s room. She glowered at me, furious. “How can you be so mean, Brooke Sparrow? He didn’t do anything to you.”
I snorted about to close the door in her face. “Whatever. Just tell the little scuz ball to stay out of my room or else I’m having him spade,” I threatened slamming the door shut. Okay, so I wasn’t much of a morning person when I first wake up. My family’s knows I’m a bitch in the morning.
“Ugh!” I heard Cassie growled through the door and stomped back down the stairs, mumbling curse words. And the kids at our old school said I swore like a sailor. Cassie knew every swear word in the book and knew how to use them in every imaginable way.
I heaved my dirty night shirt aside, grabbing a bra, before rummaging through my closet. I changed into a black Invader Zim t-shirt and a olive green plaid mini skirt and a pair of neon orange and black stripped socks. I laced up my black leather boot and headed into the bathroom to go through my daily hygiene, brushing my teeth and hair, applying mascara and my trademark black lipstick. I headed back into my room, grabbing my cut-off fingered gloves, slipping them on and putting in a pair of silver skull earrings.
By the time I got downstairs, Cassie had already finished her breakfast and mine laid in the kitchen beyond, probably. She didn’t acknowledge my presence as I strolled past her. She was still pissed that I tossed her cat out of my bedroom so roughly. I felt kind of bad, but not guilty enough to say sorry. She knew how I was in the mornings. I brought my plate and a glass of orange juice into the dining room. Cassie grunted and picked up her plate and headed the way I just came. Yep, still pissed off.
I shoveled my cold slimy eggs and crispy bacon down my throat, chugging down my glass of orange juice as well. “Thanks for the lovely breakfast,” I called to my preoccupied father as he typed away in the study. “See you when we get home!!”
I rushed up the stairs, into my room to snatch up my backpack and make a mad dash for the stairs again. “Come on, Brooke!” Cassie called impatiently. “We’re going to be late for school thanks to you if you don’t hurry it up.”
So now she was talking to me! “Yeah. Yeah. I’m coming,” I snapped, grabbing the car keys. I slammed the screen door shut. Cassie was already in the passenger seat, waiting. “Don’t get your panties tied in a knot!”
I hopped into the drivers seat and inserted the key into the ignition, turning it, bringing the car roaring to life. I put the sucker into reverse and back out of the driveway onto the lonely road, or at least I thought it was empty….
“Awe Sh-!” My cursing was cut off as the back end of the Mercedes got sideswipe by a on coming vehicle. I instantly, instinctively hit the breaks to stop it from going any farther, being shaken in my buckled seat. Cassie screamed out, latching onto the bar handle above as the air bags shot into our startled faces. The wheels of the car squealed, swerving to a stop. What the freak?!
I closed my stinging eyes in the air bags, listening to my heart pounding inside the walls of my skull, out of control. Sweat dripped down the side of my face, my hands shakily gripped the steering wheel until they ached. My shallow breaths echoed in the silent stiff interior of the car. “Cass? Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah….” she responded holding onto the bar handle with all her might, her icy eyes wide with fright, adrenaline rushing through both our systems. She stared blankly in front of her. “I-I think my life j-just past before my eyes.”
“Same here,” I mumbled pushing the suffocating bag out of my face and leaning back against the seat, closing my eyes. “What kind of dumb ass doesn’t see a car pulling out? It’s not like we have any trees around the end of the driveway?”
“Y-You should have stopped and looked before pulling out?” Cassie suggested, her voice cracking, quietly accusing me.
“Shut up. That doofus was in my blind spot,” I pointed out, taking in a breath and letting it out. I rubbed my eyelids, trying to register what to do when a knocking filled our ears. The metallic ping against the window pane made my eyes pop open. I glared uneasily at the beautiful angel standing outside the driver seat. It was the guy from yesterday…
I bit back the round of verbal curses about to roll off my tongue. He stared back at me with his strange topaz eyes. They were a darker color than yesterday, but filled with concern or pity. “You girls alright in there?” he called through the glass.
“Brooke,” Cassie cautioned, listening to my violent thoughts over flow with fury.
I grunted, ignoring her, kicking the door open. The guy had already stepped back. I leaped out to glower at him. “What the fuck do you think?” I exclaimed clear angry echoing in my voice and temper flaring, looking for a brawl. “My sister and I nearly got creamed. What kind of freaking douche bag doesn’t notice a car pulling out?! Seriously. Do you have tunnel vision or something?”
The guy facial features turned condensing. “I would have thought that the driver would have enough responsible to stop and look before pulling out into traffic,” he assumed, mockery mixing with his words. His topaz eyes narrowed at me, frustration burning brightly in them.
I heard Cassie grunt in agreement to his assumption about my crappy driving. I brushed it off. “Oh really?” I asked spitting my words at him, fuming. “Ever heard of a blind spot, genius or did you flunk driver’s ed. because of your poor I.Q.?”
His arched eyebrow raised almost insulted. “I’m not the one with a poor I.Q. here,” he stated flatly, his voice as smooth as velvet. “I was asking to see if you and your sister were unharmed, not looking for a fight, Sparrow-.”
I felt my ears grow hot. “And I never asked for some stinking dumb ass to try to kill us. I mean, look at our back end! You’re stupid fancy smancy Volvo totaled it! And of course we’re not okay! We were nearly creamed by a rich stuck up jack ass!”
The guy glared at me in annoyance. His voice though came out patient, like he was dealing with a disgruntle child. “Look, I am trying to be nice. You could at least try to act-.”
Cassie’s hand stopped a flow of curses spewing out of my mouth, directed toward the jerk off standing in front of me. “We’re okay. A little startled that’s all,” she stated beaming away like the accident never happened. “Sorry about my sister giving you a hard time, but she isn’t the best person to deal with in the morning. She forgot to have her daily cup of mojo. I’m sure she’s really ashamed of herself, aren‘t you, Brooke?”
Yeah, ashamed that I can’t kick his sorry ass! I thought viciously, struggling even more against Cassie’s well disciplined grip. Her hand was the only thing that stopped me from cussing out that cocky egotistic stupid pompous low life arrogant rotten…-you get my point- until that twisted sneer of his swivels up into a tiny minute raisin.
“Thank you for giving us a ride to school, Eddy,” Cassie chirped while we sat in the back seat of Mr. I-Got-A-Crowbar-Shoved-Up-My-Ass’s stupid shiny Volvo. The stupid collision didn’t even put a dent in it! Damn expensive piece of junk.
Edward’s golden eyes flickered to her and smiled politely despite the obvious irritation written in his eyes. “It’s no big deal. It seems to be the only thing I can do for totaling you’re vehicle. I hope this isn’t a inconvenience for you,” he replied smoothly, “And please, call me, Edward.”
Cassie jabbed me in the rid cage. I glowered. What was that for?! I demanded inside my head.
The disapproving scowl formed on her lips. Don’t you got anything to say, Brooke?
I glared at her. Like what?
Cassie rolled her eyes, snorting. I don’t know… Maybe a ‘Thank you’ to Cullen for being so generous in offering us a ride. Even after you practically cursed him out!
I scrunched up my nose in distaste, my eyes gliding over to see our dear pasty chauffeur analyzing our contorted facial movements from the rearview mirror. I grunted turning to glare out the window. FINE!! “Yeah, thanks a lot,” I muttered. Out of clear annoyance I added underneath my breath, “Dick wad.”
I received a sharp blow in the side again. “Ouch! What was that for?” I snapped glowering at Cassie, who just shook her head in disbelief. I rubbed my sore side, returning to scowl at the misty green scenery blurring by.
“I hope you girls don’t mind, but I have to pick up Bella on the way,” Edward stated off handed. He didn’t really give us choice on whether we wanted to go or not. He was driving after all.
“No, of course not,” Cassie said simpering away like an idiot. Figures she would hide her true feelings about that depressing little snot. Man, I wish I had that kind of control over my emotions.
I gritted my teeth. “Great,” I grumbled folding my arms in front of my chest, fuming. Sharing a car ride with Mr. Cocky-Ass-Hole and Ms. Doom-And-Gloom. What a fine way to start the morning. Just add an overgrown hobgoblin and a chattering monkey that moons everything in sight and I think we’ll be all set for life!
“Oh. Uh… Hi there?” Bella stared at us wide eyed as soon as she stepped foot into the car. Edward had pulled up in front of a sad looking faded yellow house out in the middle of nowhere. Kind of like our house, except a little more pathetic.
“Hi Be~lla!!” Cassie practically screamed putting on the most retarded face I had ever seen and pronounced the little basket case’s name with an unnecessary emphasis on that of a dying frog.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek, using pain as a way to stop the rolls of laughter from spouting forth from my big mouth. “Yeah… *pst* Hi,” I managed trying to not to snickering, watching clear utter annoyance pass over Bella’s face.
Bella scrutinized our grinning faces, carefully. She must have been purely pissed because she shot her halfwit boyfriend at scowl. “So mind telling me why you two are getting a ride from Edward?” She seemed to emphasis the pure unpleasant surprise she had found when she saw our two pasty faces sitting in the back of his stupid shiny car.
Edward made himself appear polite enough, but wary and apologetic at the same. “Well, you see, Bella, it’s a funny story…”
“You’re genius boyfriend, here, totaled our car when we were pulling out of our driveway this morning,” I interfered sneering.
“It was on accident,” Edward stated through gritted teeth. Oh yeah, I was annoying the hell of out him.
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care if it was on accident or on purpose. That was the only transportation we had. Somebody going have to pay for it,” I snapped glaring daggers at the arrogant bastard in front of me. I glanced out the window. We were moving. I hadn’t realized Eddy Boy had started the car.
His golden eyes darkened, his eyebrows furrowing together. Bella gasped. “You aren’t suggesting… No! Absolutely not! Edward’s not paying for your mistake,” she shouted, unnecessarily loud.
“Jeez, keep it down, dumb ass. I bet even the dead can hear your awful shrieks,” I seethed, glowering at her petty whining. Bella’s eyes widened in horror, slowly turning around in her seat to look out the window shield, blankly. Jeez, ever heard of sarcasm?
Brooke! Cassie exclaimed inside my head making me wince. Her panic stricken eyes flashed from the driver to me, feverishly. Stop that. I know you don’t like this, but please, can’t you at last say something that’s not so rude! The bronze wonder looks like he’s about to break the steering wheel in half.
Really? I glanced over the shoulder of the seat in front of me. Sure enough Edward’s hands were gripping the wheel harder and with more force than needed. My ears picked up the muffled sound of metal groaning underneath the abuse. Wow, anger management much?
Please don’t push this idiot too far. Remember… there’s something not right with this guy, Cassie warned cautiously.
You mean with his head or the fact, he’s totally not human? I inquired actually amused, even though I might be on the brink of self destruction if I pushed Mr. Hard Ass too far.
Edward’s composed silken voice disrupted our private conversation. “If you feel that strongly about it, then why don’t you get out and walk to school,” he stated coldly done with the formalities, slowing the car down to halt on the side of the road. “I’ve tried to be polite, but if you insist on continuing being uncouth… You, Brooke Sparrow, can walk the rest of the way to school.”
Oh-ho, so we’ve narrowed it to threats, eh? I shrugged, rolling my eyes. “Pst. Fine with me,” I said calling his bluff, yanking my backpack onto my shoulder. I saw the shock coloring Bella and Edward‘s faces, while Cassie only groaned in respond. “I rather walk than ride with an pasty butt prick anyway.”
I opened my door and stepped out of the Volvo. I threw Edward a sneer and slammed the door shut as hard as I could, making the tin can shudder. I waved to Cassie, knowing if he did take off and left me there, it would give me a reason to skip school for the day. Hell, I didn’t know my way around Forks, let alone how to get to school by foot, but that was okay. I didn’t care.
Brooke… I heard Cassie’s pleading voice echo in my thoughts. I choose to ignore her, having already making up my mind.
“To-tah-loo!” I turned and began walking down the road. Over head the thunder rumbled from the deep grey sky of endless clouds. A drop of water hit the dusty edge in front of me. I looked up to see a million more cascading down. Great. I sighed and continued, letting the rain pour. The sound of the rain splattering against the barren forest road just outside of Forks, filled my hearing. If only I had a hat- My make up was definitely going to be ruined thanks to the rain.
It wasn’t until I gotten quite a ways down the road, that I heard the hum of the Volvo go flying by. No surprise there. Well it wouldn’t have been, if the car hadn’t suddenly slow down to a halt on the side of the road ahead of me. I continued to trudge along, my head lowered. The familiar sound of a car door being kicked open and some one’s shoes stepping out onto the soaked ground over came the steady roar of the rain. A tall shadow loomed over me. I raised my gaze to meet Edward’s smoldering gold eyes leering down upon me.
I made a face, that said, “Something the matter, moron?” His white angelic facial features contorted into what looked to be the halfway mark of a grimace and a snarl. He wasn’t very beautiful right now, livid with exasperation and loathing. His voice came low and chilling, sending an unwelcoming shiver of terror down my spine. “Get. In.” He seethed, his eyes glowing with untold fury.
I gawked at him, incredulously. “Wh-what?”
His deadly expression didn’t change. “Get. In. The. Car.” he snarled, pointing an trembling finger toward the passenger door.
My instincts reminded me why I should be careful around him. The repetition of not human played inside my head. I didn’t argue with him. I nodded silently and climbed into the back seat. I eased the door shut, careful not to piss Edward off even more than I already had. I cast a nervous glance toward Cassie as she remained huddled in the seat next to me, her eyes warily watching Edward slip behind the steering wheel and slammed the door shut with just as much force as I had getting out of the car, except his strength cause the entire car shudder like it was on the verge of falling apart. Miss Sad Sack up in the front kept her accusing, pitiful eyes from meeting mine. Edward put the vehicle into drive and sped off down the road like a bullet. Cassie didn’t complain about his speeding and neither did I…
In the computer lab, I leaned back into the rolling chair, listening to the wheels slipping across the tiled flooring. My computer screen laid blank before me. The teacher up in the front of the room, had been explaining what I had already learned back in California. I stretched my arms above my head. I learned forward, propping myself up on the table, my fingers tapping one of the keys, bringing up the internet. I typed in a specific website I wanted to go too; www.Jackass.com. The computer screen read that the website was blocked. I frowned and glanced around the busy classroom. Nobody seemed to be watching me. The people next to me were too engrossed with what the teacher was blabbering about. I smirked. Perfect.
I flexed my fingers, releasing some tension in them before reaching behind the monitor, my forefinger and thumb pinching one of the outlets. I bit onto my lower lip, concentrating. A spark of electricity jolted through my hand, making the screen before me flickered and faltered. “Come on, baby,” I grumbled underneath my breath. “Come on.”
The lists of zeros flashing through my vision stopped, the monitor went blank.
The jackass website came up. I automatically lowered the volume and released the wire, bringing my hand back to the keyboard in front of me. I held in a satisfied grin, resting my twitching hand on the keyboard, making the screen scroll down by itself. I hid a giggle and clicked on a random video. It was one of the episodes I had missed the week since our sudden migration from the sunny state of California to the gloomy town of Forks, Washington.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spied two of the Cullens sitting side by side at the computers closest to the wall. If I remember accurately, the girl with spiky black hair was named Alice, and the blonde haired dude, who looks like he should be in college, was Jasper. Weird names. Whatever. I was tempted in frying their computer’s motherboards, just to cause some excitement in this mundane mind numbing class, but since they hadn’t done anything to me I spared them the humiliation. If there was anybody who I was willing to torture, it would be their idiot obtuse brother, Edward. God, that guy really got on my nerves. What a pussy!! He reminded me of a spoiled brat. Him and his tragic little girlfriend was a modern day Romeo and Juliet tragedy just waiting to happen.
I pushed back in my chair, bored. “Well,” I muttered. “Don’t matter. I’ll get him back.” I snickered. “Paybacks are a bitch after all.”
“Oh really, Miss Sparrow? How is that so?” A stern haughty voice demanded from behind me.
I froze. SHIT!! I quickly sent a spasm of energy through the computer replacing the school’s program block on the site I was currently on. The blank warning screen came back up. I could have sworn I heard Alice Cullen quietly snickering to herself. I didn’t have time though to ponder over it as I swirled around in my chair to face the questioning face of the teacher.
“Oh nothing, Mr. Slanker,” I said putting on a cheesy grin. “Just musing to myself.”
The teacher raised an skeptical eyebrow. “Really? And does that involve looking at an impropriate site, Miss Sparrow?”
I gawked at him, dumbly. “What site, Sir?” I inquired blankly.
“The one you’re on…” His voice trailed off. The smug look fading away, his beady eyes wandering over the blank computer screen. Frustration registered onto his face. His chuddy unshaven face flushed red with embarrassment. “Do understand that I don’t tolerate monkey busy in my classroom, Miss Brooke Sparrow.”
“Who? Me? Never!” I gasped, pretending to be hurt by his assumption. “I would never do anything funny, sir. Scout’s honor.”
Just then as if a blessing from up above to save the my scrawny carcass, the phone on the other side of the room rung. His eyes flickered from the phone to me and back again. He grunted and trudged off, leaving me to stick out my tongue at the back of his retreating bulky figure.
“Crackpot,” I grumbled, grimacing and returning to the computer screen before me. I pulled my black and red I-pod out of the pocket of my hoodie and stuck the earphones into my ears. Scrolling down the menu, I picked “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance, blaring the music into my ears and sticking the mini device into my shirt. I absently tapped the desktop while I listened and worked effortlessly.
“So did we have fun goofing off this period, Miss Sparrow?” The douche bag of a computer teacher inquired coming over to my desk as I gathered my books. The Cullens in the far corner of the room, were watching. I could feel their curious eyes on me as I turned my back on them.
I sneered at the teacher. “Of course, Mr. Skanker,” I said mispronouncing his name on purpose just to annoy him.
Mr. Slanker glowered at me, furious. “ It’s Mr. Slanker and you do realize you will have to stay after school today to finish the project,” he declared smugly, thinking he had the drop on me. All students seemed to focus their petty attention on our little conversation.
I rolled my eyes, sighing. “That won’t be necessary, teach.” I smirked, stepping aside from the monitor. “I already got the project done,” I reported revealing a screen with a dancing purple and green Barney getting repeatedly mutilated by Gaara of the Desert with his sand coffin.
The snot nosed teacher’s eyes bulged in disbelief. His jaw dropped as I saved my work and shut down. I pulled on my sweater and saluted him, simpering. “See ya in two days, teach. Have a shitty day.”
Appalled and astounded whispers filled the air around me. The student body’s eyes followed me as I stepped out the door, leaving a minute before class ended. I rolled my eyes. What? They’ve never seen a student bitch out a teacher before? How sad and pathetic. It happened all the time at my old school. Just apart of life, folks. Get use to it!
I sighed, pulling up my hood to cover my hair. My make up had already been ruined once and I had no choice but to fix it as soon as Cassie and I arrived at school, no thanks to Mr. Stupid-Idiot-Rotten-Son-Of-A-Bitch-Pussy-Volvo-Owner and his sappy depressing girlfriend. I didn’t want to have to fix it again.
The rain poured down making the sidewalk slick. I kept my head lower. The bell ending fourth period rang, meaning classes now could be let out. It didn’t take long for the narrow stripes of pavement to be filled with bustling bodies. Conversation broke out instantly, friends meeting up together, laughing and informing each other on what to expect in the next few classes. I shuddered. The temperature was dropping. I could the icy grasp of the early spring wind as it cut through the thick fuzzy fabric of my hoodie and scrap across the bare skin of my thighs underneath my skirt.
“Hey!” A sing-song voice called after me. I looked up to see who in their right mind would be wanting to talk to me of all people. I had to be deem one of most unfriendly kids to transfer in from out of town. Alice’s pixie thin form, clad in designer wear came bouncing my way. A big cheerful smile spreading across her albino perfect face. Her spiky raven hair being rustled by the early spring air as it whipped across the open-aired campus. “Hey. Wait up!”
I raised an dubious eyebrow. What could she want? I stopped, shoving my hands deep into the pocket of my hoodie, ducking as the wind threatened to blow my hood off my head.
“Hey! It’s Brooke, right?” Alice guessed beaming, catching up. Following her like a static shadow, was the blonde guy named, Jasper, her boyfriend I guess. It was a common fact that the Cullens only associated amongst themselves and that basket case, Bella. Why would she want with a anti-social goth like myself?
I snorted. “Yeah? What the hell do you want?” I demanded glancing from her to Jasper, suspiciously.
A disapproving glare came from Jasper as Alice pouted on the account of my blunt rude attitude. “You’re not very friendly,” she observed, more careful now, yet still keeping a cheerful and welcoming front.
I shrugged, nonchalantly. “Very. I don’t like people.”
Alice titled her head, tapping an inquiring slender finger against the rim of her chin. Her topaz eyes narrowed on my face, scrutinizing. “Why don’t you like people?” she wanted to know.
I frowned. “Because most people my age are a bunch of banana-brained monkeys and almost nobody on this entire campus is a freaking goth or remotely punk,” I pointed out and started walking.
Alice and Jasper followed in toe with my brisk pace. I shot them an skeptical glare. “Why are you following me?”
Alice shrugged. “Because we’re curious about you,” she answered lightly, smiling at me. Was that supposed to make me feel better?
“My next class is this way,” Jasper plainly stated, indifferent to the curious and awestruck stares we were getting.
I nodded slowly. “I see,” I muttered quite uncomfortable. I looked to Alice, analyzing her jovial mood. “And what could be so interesting about me that could make you so curious?”
The twig figure, danced ahead of us. “For one,” she said stopping and indicating to my outfit. “You dress differently from everyone else. It’s hard not to stare.”
I snorted. What the fuck was wrong with the way I dressed? I liked my style. I wasn’t going to be like the rest of the cheap carbon copies that inhabited this town. “And?”
“And,” Alice continued, beaming. Hmm… she reminded me of someone I knew.
“…two, you haven’t tried to make any friends since you got here. Most transfer students try to get into a clique before they suffer from isolation.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, you guys don’t seem to have a problem with isolation,” I remarked bitterly. Damn hypocrites!
Alice made a face. “What does that mean?”
“Well, besides sticking out like a sore thumb. Everybody seems to avoid you,” I replied, shrugging, glancing off to see students making room, trying to keep a descent amount of space between them and the Cullens.
Jasper smirked. The serious weirdo actually showed some signs of human nature. Wow… Cassie told me that he was an emotionless zombie. “True, but the same could be said about you,” he countered.
I smirked back. “Point taken.” Hanging out with these two wasn’t so bad. They were more tolerable than their egotistic brother. Hey, they weren’t emo, but at least them seem friendly enough to understand the rules of being an outcast. “I don’t trust a lot people. Mostly because they all end turning out to be back-stabbing bitches.”
Alice frowned at my resolution. “You’re being too pessimistic,” she commented and smile again not a moment later. “You’re a lot like Bella.”
I nearly gagged, making a creep out face. “You’re kidding right? I am nothing like that whiny bitch,” I seethed facing forward. I caught a stun glanced reflecting off of Jasper’s and Alice’s face. They were almost horror struck. “What? I can’t stand her. I have almost every class with her.”
“You don’t like Bella, Brooke?” Alice inquired, hopping beside. “Why?”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, for one, she acts like the whole world is conspiring against her and she reminds me of an ancient grandma, who hasn’t seen the light of day in over seventy years,” I explained. “Not a good way to spend your teenage years, when you’re suppose to be energetic and wild. No bonds holding you down, rebelling everything against your folks knew when they went to high school. I know I’m pessimistic at times, but hell, she acts like death is knocking on her doorstep!”
Alice sighed, sadly. “Yeah, that sounds a lot like Bella,” she muttered softly. The cheerful demeanor vanishing. It didn’t suit her. Jasper remained silent as we quietly walked to our next class.
I snorted, almost feeling guilty for insulting Bella, the biggest basket case ever. “Look,” I said sighing. “I just don’t like that girl, period. Nothing personal. If you two are friends with Miss Sad Sack, that’s your choice.” I heard the bell for fifth period to begin. “Now if you’ll excuse I have to head off to the torture known as the English class from hell. It was nice talking to you.”
I took off, jogging. Heading in the opposite direction they were. I looked over my shoulder to wave good-bye, but no one stood where Alice and Jasper had been. The dreary sidewalk remained barren like they were never there.
Okay. That’s a little too strange, I thought shuddering at the cool grasp of the breeze sweeping over the almost empty campus. Just what are they? I wonder…