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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 13:05:56 GMT
I stare fixedly at my brothers and sisters, trying to shake off the enticing scent coming from three tables down. Trying to figure her out, I look at the new girl, drowning out the gabble of other people's thoughts in my head. I get nothing. It seems her mind is as blank as a slate, completely neutral. . .but that can't be. I stop breathing for five minutes, trying to lack a sense of smell, but the scent of her blood still gets through to me. I glare at her like a demon.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 13:29:48 GMT
It's lunch time and I'm sitting in the cafetaria with some girl. She is several inches smaller then me and I already forgot her name. Her curly hair though, makes a lot up between the difference of our hights. She introduced me to some of her friends but I dont remember a single name. She keeps rambling about teachers and classes and I just smile and nod now and then, when I feel some one stare at me. I look around in the cafetaria while taking a bite of my food when I see a guy stare at me.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 13:36:27 GMT
My body goes rigid when we make eye contact, and still I get no thoughts. Connivinga little, I focus on the thoughts of the girl next to her, Jessica. Her thoughts are so boring and childish that soon I have to tune out, and I fix my onyx eyes back on the mystery girl, who's scent is almost killing me no matter how far across the room I am.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 13:40:05 GMT
One of the girls who was sitting on that table also, gets up and walks away with her tray of food. She didn't touch anything.. I look back at the guy.. his face is beautiful, like the face of the other people around him. Their skin is pale and they have shadows under their eyes. I smile a bit at the guy and look down to my plate again. He doesnt like stare at me like the others did today. He looks.. more frustrated if you ask me. "who are they?" I ask the girl from spanish class.. the one who's name I forgot
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 13:56:41 GMT
Alice has a strange smirk on her face, and she's looking at me as she dances over to dump her tray. I wonder what she's seen. . .obviously she's been using her gift as much as I have today, and I make a point to talk to her about that later.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 14:01:10 GMT
Jessica looks at the table I was looking at earlier "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife" she tells me under her breath.
From the corner of my eyes I look at the beautiful boy again. He is looking at his tray. It looks like he is talking to the others quietly eventhough he doesnt really seem to use his perfect lips
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 14:11:11 GMT
Alice has sat back down, and I am talking to her in conversation too fast for a human ear. I'm asking her questions. . .she says she sees this Bella girl becoming one of us. We'll see about that, I suppose. The next class is Biology, and I know there is no one sitting by me there. They all shrink away unconsciously, because something tells them they should. Little do they know it's all a matter of predator and prey.
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Post by Hannah on Oct 28, 2006 14:13:55 GMT
I stay at the table, longer then I would have stayed in the cafetaria if I was alone, while Jessica tells me some other things about them. It makes me smirk (eventhough I try to hide it) when she tells me that the handsome one, Edward, doesn't date and that there seems to be no girl in this school who is pretty enough for him.
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Post by Nikki on Oct 28, 2006 14:30:43 GMT
By then I've left for Biology, dreading the moment when she will sit by me. Although it's a lot easier to think rationally when she isn't in the room. I don't want to let Carlisle down, all his hard work, and I'll be d@mned if I'm going to let this happen over some teenage girl.
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Post by maggerz on Oct 28, 2006 14:35:44 GMT
Edward seemed upset at what I saw. I could tell there was something wrong with him, but he won't tell me. All I know is that next hour, he's looks more hungry than I have ever seen him.
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