NEVER A FUCKING FANTASY || EMMETT MCARTY, ROSALIE HALE, JASPER WHITLOCK FANFIC

Three

*short chapter*

It had been a few days since we arrived here in Forks. It was a new week and we only just leaving. Today I was taking my bike (motorcycle) to school so before leaving I quickly grabbed my bag and tossed it Marco's truck. Pulling my helmet on over top of my hair which was braided into two French braids, I took off, leading the group to the school- not that it was needed, I just happened to be in front.

At the rate that we were driving, we arrived within in 8 minutes when the normal time was 26. If Charlie saw how fast we were driving we all would have had our licenses revoked for good.

Pulling into the parking lot we still got stares except this time there was a few new people. We parked in our usual spot and turned off our vehicles. Turning mine off, I put the kick stand down and walked over to Marco's truck to grab my bag and place my helmet inside his truck. Upon taking my helmet off, my hair was still intact with zero frizz. I quickly placed my helmet on the seat and closed the truck. I had already thrown my keys into my bag so I didn't need to worry about them.

Turning around, I looked out to the sea of students who were chatting in the parking lot while continuing to stare. You can honestly tell that this town doesn't get much news based on the fact that they are still going crazy about our arrival.

There were now rumors buzzing around the school about us being orphans who killed their families and now live together as a clique- not talking to a single soul because the sound of our voice is so angelic that it kills anyone who here's it.

I'll will only give this to the students of forks- they are good at using their imagination to create stories and rumors.

As I was staring out into the parking lot I caught sound of a rusty, loud and old truck coming from the down the road. It really sound awful- just as awful as it looked. It was a large ford truck, the colour orange although I assume it was once red. inside the truck was a pale, brunette... oh. The truck pulled into a parking spot not to far from us and that's when I noticed it. the smell of her blood was strong and sweet, making it VERY appealing and compelling.

Even though it wasn't necessary, I took in a deep breath of air and began walking away from the girl and into the school, completely un-aware of the fact that my siblings were not following. Once inside I let go of the air I was holding in as it was easier to breathe. Today I was starting a new art project so before the bell rang I headed to my locker to grab my art supplies before taking off in the direction of art.

What I failed to notice when I was leaving was that a certain vampire family was headed in my direction, not directly at me but their lockers on the other side of the hall.

Walking into art I greeted Mr. Hanning whom greeted me back and un-like usual, I walked to my seat instead of having a conversation with him. I placed my supplies neatly on my desk, not liking an overly crowded, messy desk not even when I am working.

As the hallways seemed to empty out, the classrooms become fuller and the clock ticked by I seemingly got more impatient for class to start. I felt as though I had something to do after class, somewhere to be instead of school. It was an odd feeling and I wasn't quite sure I liked it.

We were down to two minutes before the bell rang when the last student we were waiting for stepped in. "Hun, are you alright?" my desk partner, Avion asked, concern etched across his face. I nodded my head in return before turning my head back to face the front. The ringing of the bell was heard and Mr. Hanning began his usual morning speech, followed by attendance.

"Ah, Mr. Cullen has returned has he?!" he joked and a chuckle could be heard from some where up at the front. "alright, today we are going to be a simple sketch. A sketch of something that makes you happy or has made you happy. " the class didn't move. "Come on! Chop, chop! We don't have all day!" the class quickly got to work grabbing different things they needed and beginning the actual assignment.