Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Chapter 3: School

Chapter 3: School
The next morning, as I drove my new car into the school parking lot, I was acutely aware of everyone staring at me. Good, they needed a taste of quality British engineering.

I had made the car that morning, and it was absolutely perfect. A BMW Mini Convertible; small, square, two doors, shining pale pink in the weak light that filtered through the clouds, with a black soft top sheltering me from the biting wind. I could see the car fanatics descending as I parked next to Edward’s distinctive silver Volvo. As soon as I was in the space, I grabbed my bag, climbed out and locked the car, all in about 5 seconds. I winked at the boys drooling over my car, and crossed the lot to where Edward, Alice and Bella were leaning against the rusty red Chevy and gawking at me, just like everyone else. I pretended not to notice.

“Morning!” I said brightly, “How’s your head Alice?”

“Fine, thank you.” Alice was smiling too, perfectly at ease. “It hardly hurts at all now.”

“That’s good. I don’t want to cause you pain.”

I was happy that Alice seemed to like me. I wanted to be friends with all of them as soon as possible.

“What car is that?” Bella asked, sounding uncharacteristically interested.

“You like it? It’s a Mini.” I replied smiling wider.

Even Edward looked confused. “What does that mean?” he asked.

Ok, I knew the Mini was a British thing, but I didn’t realise it was that unheard of overseas.

I sighed and looked bored, like I was explaining this to a small child for the tenth time.

“It’s a BMW Mini Cooper S-class convertible with a custom Bubblegum Pink paint job and a Sony Basspumper sound system. 125 brake horsepower, top speed 150 mph, and V6 engine. My dream car; ostentatious, but I couldn’t resist.” I shrugged.

“Impressive! And you just made this out of thin air?” Edward asked.

“You catch on fast!” I grinned at him. “I made a whole house for myself. It’s only a few miles from yours; you should come over sometime.” I glanced at my watch.

“Good lord, is that the time? I better get to class. See you at lunch!” I called over my shoulder as I made my way to the Maths building for Calculus, leaving a trail of stunned students in my wake.

I was definitely going to like it here.

***

That day passed in a blur. My teachers welcomed me warmly and seemed impressed by my willingness to contribute, even though I was new and behind. My 2nd hour Government teacher said he had never met anyone so polite and friendly. The other students seemed to like me almost instantly; by the end of Music 3rd hour, I had been introduced to everybody, and 5 different boys had asked to walk me to my next class, including Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. Jessica Stanley made her usual show of buddying up with the new kid, but I tried to be nice and give her an example of true friendship.

I met Mike Newton in Spanish. He was very helpful, explaining things to me so I could catch up. I hadn’t done Spanish in years, (English schools only offer French and German) and the knowledge I had was incredibly basic. He walked with me to lunch, and seemed delighted that I was already sitting at their table, although his face fell a little when I started chatting to Alice and Angela before I was in my seat. Mike was part of what Bella referred to as ‘the us side’, but he wasn’t as comfortable around the Cullens as Angela was. He talked to Ben about comics and movies, while we talked fashion and Edward and Bella had a quiet conversation of their own, concerning Bella’s desire to visit Jake over the weekend.



After lunch I walked to class with Bella again, and we talked until the teacher called us to order. Even then, I was still talking. Just not out loud.

Edward asked me questions all lesson, listening intently to my answers. He liked that we could have conversations in our heads. It was nice for him, he said, to have someone to talk to, to alleviate the boredom of the class that he’d done who knew how many times before. He asked questions about my life, my school, my hobbies, and I flashed him pictures of mum and dad, our house, my friends, dance lessons, and Alex. He heard the sadness in my thoughts and he was very sympathetic, letting me know he understood, before switching tracks and quizzing me on the events of the past year, testing how much the books had taught me, and filling in some of the blanks for my benefit.

It was comforting, and I was happy to have found so many good friends here.

When I left, people waved to me like I had been there for years, instead of only a day and a half. I went to sleep that night happy and content.

***

The next day at lunch, Alice was looking me over with a speculative expression.

“Honestly Becky,” she moaned when I paused to take a bite out of my pizza, “You can wear anything you want to school and you wear that?” She waved a hand over me, making a face.

To be honest, I hadn’t been thinking about clothes. After the first day, when I’d left on the jeans and t shirt I was already wearing, I hadn’t bothered with fussing about my appearance; just throwing on the school uniform I had packed and tying my hair up like I did at home.

Apparently, Alice didn’t approve of the white blouse, black trousers and black, blue and white striped school tie that made me feel at home.

I sighed.

“I feel comfortable in these clothes Alice. They’re me.”

“Still, you could try and wear something else.” Alice was definitely scheming now; I could see it in her face.

“I don’t have that much to choose from. I only brought one case of clothes. Actually, I could use a shopping trip.”

Better to arrange it now than get kidnapped later. I added mentally, pulling my barrier back so Edward could hear.

He snorted, coughing to cover it up and grinning at me. Alice glared at him briefly then turned back to me. “Well, I’m not busy tonight. We could go to Port Angeles after school.”

I considered that for a second. I did need some new clothes. England was rainy, but I still had very few clothes that could put up with the extreme and wildly diverse weather of Forks. And it would be nice to get to know Alice better. Why not?

“Sure, I’m not doing anything tonight. I’ll have to pop home and get changed, and then I’ll meet you at your house.” For some reason, I didn’t want to reveal the exact location of my house just yet.

I smiled as I considered shopping with Alice in a place with such a limited range as Port Angeles.

And then I felt a nervous twist in my stomach as I contemplated meeting the other Cullens.

This was going to be interesting.

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