Dawn - Twilight Rewrite

Chapter 6

The baby- faced, blond and spiky haired boy who sat behind me in Biology had approached me and introduced himself as Mike and chatted happily as we walked to our next class, which was (unfortunately) Gym. He was talking about living in California when he was younger, his love for the sun and how weird Edward was acting. Apparently the whole school was obsessed with the Cullen's. I'd steered him away from that discussion and into the change room as I sought out Coach Clapp, the schools enthusiastic and slightly round PE teacher. He sourced me a uniform, chatted a bit about my level of fitness and skills (fair and atrocious in hand eye coordination), and resolved to make me referee for the first few weeks. He was of the opinion that I would magically improve after that time, and since I got to just watch and try not to get hit, I was happy.

After, I splashed my way to the office through the mist, frigid wind and puddles. Edward was inside the warm office talking to the red haired receptionist. He was mumbling with her about dropping or moving biology classes. Maybe he routinely has some sort of digestion distress then. It kept going for a while, getting to the point that they were talking about completing the class at home and just bringing in the work. Just as I was about to butt into the conversation a girl walked in in a cold rush of air. She dropped some papers in a basket and took her exit. 

Edward abruptly stopped talking, straightened and glared at me. He mumbled a quick 'never mind and thanks' to the receptionist and flounced himself out, not looking to be breathing. Strange. I smiled at the receptionist and we had a good chat as she filed away my notes and we did the final bit of paperwork for enrolment. I went and grabbed Charlie's signature and said bye to Shelly. I'd tried to call her Mrs Cope but she was having none of it. "You need at least one friend at this school dear, even if it's just the receptionist," said with a cute smile and wink.

Charlie took me out to the reservation to work on the truck with Jacob. He was tall, pretty muscular for a boy that gangly and was familiar in that way old friends are. We'd been thick as thieves, practically siblings when I'd summered here, and resumed that relationship as soon as we set eyes on eachother. His older sisters had accounted for much of our childcare when our fathers had been working and we'd grown up fishing, hiking and making mud pies. We joked for a while before getting down to the serious work of assembling the salvaged engine into the cavity in the large, tank- like truck.

We worked for hours and got the truck running. It still needed work but it could be driven. I called Charlie, arranged to stop by his work for grocery money and gave Jacob and his father a massive hug before departing. The night was quiet, we had pancakes for dinner - Charlie had to diversify his skills so we could have more than eggs and the occasional veggie - showed Charlie the lunches, breakfasts and dinners I had made the night before, added some more and even got him to make his for tomorrow. 

The next day the clouds were heavy and made everything dim, even the bright yellow rain jackets at school. It wasn't raining and they were plastic and not very warm, so I did wonder why they wore them before connecting rain and clouds in my sleep addled brain. I was less sleepy this morning too, but not by much. Mike and Eric both wanted to talk in class, Trig incomprehensible letters and numbers, and I got hit with many volleyballs in PE, despite being the referee and standing on the side- lines. I even had one hit my head and rebound into another kids head. I wasn't the only terrible shot here, apparently. Very apparently with the red mark on my temple. 

Edward not being there was the talk of the school. It was common knowledge that 'The Cullen's' didn't miss school if it wasn't sunny. They did family bonding on those days apparently. His siblings were there so maybe that fart he was holding in yesterday was debilitating. Or he was sick. That's more likely. Mike, Eric, Jessica, Angela and their friends made a big conglomerate in the cafeteria, crowding me with questions until I escaped to outside to devour my veggies and boiled eggs. 

The red mark had faded from my head by the time I had made it out to Jacob's. The  truck had roared when I started it, thundering the soft clicking, rumbling and purring (coming from the Cullen's shiny silver something) making everyone in the car park look at me in my big red truck with an equally red head. By the time I was ready to leave Jacob's, The truck chugged instead of roaring, Jacob had burned his hand making cookies and we were out of breath and red from running around delivering them to the elders and kids.

I made some potatoes, greens and steak (for Charlie) for dinner. I wrote a longwinded email to Renee, sent it to both her and Phil because who knows if she remembers her password or to check her email, read some of the English novel Wuthering Heights. When Charlie got home we had had a serious discussion on gun safety, made longer by his putting his loaded gun up without the safety. I wasn't small enough to necessitate removal of the bullets anymore and he had gotten lax without me reminding him. We ate, chatted, yelled at some random show on the TV, slept and I woke up early for a visit to the hospital before school. 

Everything was normal with the tests and I chatted with the Doc about his wife wanting to live in a small town, how he was hesitant to adopt teenagers because of potential behavioural issues, how he was convinced (ordered to accept it) by Esme (his wife or in his words "the most beautiful woman on the planet, the light of my life, mother of our children and ruler of the Cullen fiefdom") and how that was the best thing that had ever happened to him. We accidently went overtime and I got a note to excuse the absence. 

Shelly expressed some concern when I handed it in but accepted that I was alright and let me go to history without more than a 'hope you feel better.' The rest of the went smoothly and people lost interest in me. I spent the weekend doing a deep clean, teaching Charlie how to do a deep clean and plotting space for the veggie garden out the back.

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Less intelligible this week. Hope you enjoyed. 1200 words (almost.) I'm so proud of myself. 

Night, morning or afternoon, I'm going to sleep, bye.