Midday Sun: Chapter OneA Chapter by Summer Windton
ONE
I was in a bad mood. Nope, a bad mood is the understatement
of the century. I was in more than a bad mood. My
parents are making me go to school. High school, to make my story sound a
little more heartbreaking. High school is not my idea of a good time. Forks
High School, no kidding. Since I am half-human, mom (aka Bella Swan-Cullen)
wanted me to go to high school and have a “normal human experience” and blah
blah blah. My father was indifferent, not caring whether I went or not.
Technically, I’ve already finished college (my accelerated brain) but I have
the body of an average fifteen-year-old girl. So… high school it is. It’s
strange to think that my mother and father just graduated Forks High several
years ago. The freshmen that they went to school with are now seniors. Yep,
vampire life. Vampire life is complicated, believe you me. I’m
Renesmee Carlie Cullen, a proud Cullen. Of course, people were suspicious that
my last name was Cullen so I had to make up a story. I’m good at that. “Cullen
you say?” my first period tenth grade biology teacher said. I nodded.
“Yep. That’s it.” I threw him a quick smile, going over the story Edward told
me to tell (yeah, he told me to lie). I added several things in there, making
it interesting. He looked
at me from over the rims of his steel rectangular glasses. “Say, you happen to
be related to Edward and Alice Cullen?” I
pretended to be shocked (did I tell you I’m an accomplished actress too?) “You don’t
say,” I said. “Those are my cousins. I’ve moved in with them for the school
year. Things were rough back at home.” “Oh.” He
nodded. “Gosh, you look like Edward. He and Alice were my top students a couple
years back. How are they?” “Fine and
healthy.” I smiled sweetly. Keep it short. He
nodded. “That’s good.” He extended a hand, turning to the class. “Everyone, this
is Renesmee and she’s from, from…” He looked over at me desperately. “Portland,
Oregon,” I whispered into his ear. “…Portland,
Oregon! Make her feel welcome.” Only a
few people muttered hello as I made my way through the rows of desk, sitting in
the far back, but nearly every girl and boy had their eyes on me. I set my
things on the floor and properly and gracefully sat in the desk, looking
around. Of course
I was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Rosalie but I was beautiful enough. My
waist-long chestnut hair was tied in a braid, flowing like water down my back.
I was pale, not as pale as Bella and Edward, but pale. My green eyes were set
high, my cheeks remained rosy pink, and my pearly white teeth always gleamed
(no braces necessary). I wasn’t very tall. Only 5’5 and curvy but not fat. Most
people said I was the perfect size. “Go over
the material on pages five through seven,” the teacher"Mr. Duncan I think?"said,
writing something on the board. I didn’t
have a book but I would probably know all the information. I could go home and
tell Edward how much I knew the material and how silly it was of them to put me
in high school. Of course, he’d laugh but Bella would throw me in advanced classes
for seniors probably. Moms. “You don’t
have a book,” a boy said next to me. His shiny black hair swept into his sky
blue eyes. His skin was the color of mines almost. He wore a tight black
T-shirt, a leather jacket, black skinny jeans and converse sneakers. His lip
was pierced. “Yeah, I
know. I’ll be alright. I’m sure the teacher will understand.” I smiled. He smiled
back; obviously pleased he had talked to me. I felt as if he was more concerned
on something else besides my lack of a book. “Yeah, he’s a softie.” He looked at the
teacher, who had his back turned, writing stuff on the board. The boy extended
his hand. “I’m Luke. Luke Ainsworth.” I shook
his head. “Hi Luke. Call me Nessie.” “Nessie?”
He smirked playfully. “Like the Loch Ness Monster?” I laughed
at the thought. I liked this kid. “Yeah, like the Loch Ness Monster.” I smiled
at him and then turned around in my desk. Out of my peripheral vision I saw him
still staring at me in awe. This was gonna be on heck of a school year. © 2011 Summer WindtonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSummer WindtonAboutI'm like the wind. I come and go. Born of the wind, and I will go back, with the wind. Some write for fortune, some for fame. Some because of grief or envy. I write because it was my destiny. .. more..Writing
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