Post by rosalie hale-cullen on Feb 22, 2009 18:42:42 GMT -6
SO BELIEVE IN ME, BELIEVE THEM
WELL I WON'T
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There are some things in this world which Rosalie will never be able to appreciate. Jacob being one of them- when they had first arrived back at Forks, the Cullen family was excited to be making the trip where 'it' all began. It being the item which is now the Masen-Cullen-Swan family. They had planned on it being a treat for Nessie, going back to see where she had been born and where she had been blessed with her life. It was clear as day to Rosalie still- Bella bruised and broken carrying such a vicious unborn and how every movement pained her. Rosalie watching as the being almost destroyed her, throwing the poor human girl into fits of pain. Then- watching the beautiful little baby girl play with her golden locks as she drank from her blood filled bottles. It was a sight, really. Now they were all back to the nostalgic palace of Forks, Washington. Where the sun never shines and it rains all the time.
Anyway, back to Jacob. Oh, Jacob. The mutt. When the Cullen's had left Forks over one hundred years ago they left the poor pup there and what a bad idea that was. He had went around, telling everyone about the vampires and werewolves- needless to say the Volurri were not going to like it. That was so long ago and now only the rumors remained, the legends and the awkward confused looks of the children passing Rosalie by in the halls. Yes, she was back in Forks High School, trying to maintain the 'normal' lifestyle. It was her first day back but she didn't need a map or a helper- the old school hadn't changed a bit, even the mascot was the same. Spartans.
The day had gone by faster than usual, allowing Rose to glide through her four classes peacefully and with no real need to pay attention. She had gym first block, which was always a treat. As the rest of the kids tried their hardest to run around the track, some panting some rushing past- Rosalie held a good jog the whole three miles, it felt almost like walking to her after hunting for the past week or so. She enjoyed it though, the wind slowly brushing her blond hair, the other students heart beats racing and fluttering as she passed them. A few clumsy students clomped their feet on the ground, running choppily with the determination not to fall written on their faces. Rose laughed slightly at this, wondering if this was how Bella used to be.
Second and third block were unbearably boring classes which Rosalie all but slept through. As the teachers droned on about chemistry and the modern advancements of literature- Rose let her thoughts wander, thinking of the next hunt and of course those all too important nights with her sweetheart. It was a shame, she didn't have very many classes with Emmett this year. There were a few with Nessie and a few with Bella- and the others but it wasn't like before. When the teachers assigned homework Rosalie did it with unmatchable speed and accuracy, the other students looked at her stunned as she sat in her seat, texting afterward. Some were looks of envy, for her beauty, some of awe, those little chess geeks were used to being the first ones done and some of curiosity, were the rumors true, was she a vampire?
The bell rang it's loud chirp, signaling the end of fourth block- otherwise known as the end of the day. In one arm, Rose carried a plot of only three books. To the average freshman this was a lot but to her it was barely a load- it was like carrying a television, piece of cake. As she walked by she could feel the stares and glances from a few nosy students. She scoffed, smirking all the way to her locker- this was going to be a fun year. "Hey, " Rosalie said, her voice like a song. She spoke to the person who had the locker next to her, a soft smile on her stone hard lips.
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