Trapped in Twilight, Help!

Chapter 19

You'd think that the boys in this town had never seen a girl before with the way the were watching me. They must never get new people here. I quickly decided that I hoped Bella would hurry up and get to Forks because I already needed a break from the stares and it's only been half a day! I met up with Alice during Art; she was (of course) right; we were drawing.

"Draw what you hate and make it beautiful," Mrs. Tenant said. Deja vu, much? "It's a week-long project; take your time! Alrighty then... get started!"

I was glad Alice bought me a stecht pad on Saturday because this was something I wanted to keep. I date the corner and pictured the wolf I envisioned for Jacob Back in my head before etching it into the page. I added a hastily drawn tree to represent its height and mountains in the background.

"I hate mutts, too." Alice smirked. "Care to explain how you knew?"

"Like I said-next Monday," I gave her a guilty smile. Then I looked at her. It was the Volturi's crest. "Volturi's crest, right?"

Alice nodded, not even bothering to ask how I knew. "Yeah, I don't know how I'm going to make it beautiful, though." She sighed before poking fun at my wolf. "What about you? How are you going to make a smelly mongrel beautiful?"

"I am going to give it a flower crown." I said matter-of-factly. "Everything's better with a flower crown. Maybe I'll give it some highlights, too." I grinned cheekily as Alice laughed, causing people to stare at us.

"So, I guess you'll be going back to draw the sun later, too?" Alice joked.

"I hate many things." I sighed. "Things that just can't be beautiful."

"You could draw a dandelion and make that look more like flower." Alice suggested.

"No," I groaned, shading in the fur. "I like dandelions; they try to be beautiful and liked. It's just that they're a weed is why nobody likes them!"

"I like that." Alice said, coloring in a few spots before flipping to a new page before doodling.

"Thanks," I shrugged, flipping to a new page. I think I was drawing the outline of a mirror. It looked like the one the Evil Queen, from Disney's 1938 Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, used. I shaded and smudged; not sure of how it was going to turn out.

"So what does a mirror represent?" Alice asked as the bell rang and we made our way into the semi-crowded halls.

"I hate how people view themselves and how society gives them a deffinition of perfect, expecting everyone to follow it." I said, shrugging.

"Wow," Alice said. Then she pointed me off in the right direction for History. "Edward's going to meet you outside of your class, okay? If you don't go now, you'll be late. See you, Edythe!"

"Thanks Alice," I said, "See you!"

I stopped at my locker to put away my sketch book and grab my History binder but hurried to History, not bothering to look at my map. I got into Jefferson's class with a few seconds to spare as I handed him the paper, which he signed.

"Alright, Edythe," He said, struggling with saying my name. I nodded when he got it right. "Can you go in front of the class? We'll let other people ask you a few questions." I nodded, putting my things on a spare desk (which is now mine) and mentally thanked Emmett for the practise questions. I stood at the front of the room, my back to the whiteboard. Mr. Jefferson apparently had a game set up. "Hey, everyone, this is Edythe Cullen. We're going to spend the hour getting to know her. If you haven't finished yesterday's packet, go outside now." No one moved. "Alright, when you get the ball, say your name and ask your question." He tossed the ball to a boy in the back. I still hate ninth grade boys.

"I'm Justin," He said. "Favorite last words of a President."

"That's not a question, Justin!" Some girl from the front rolled her eyes.

"Fine; what are your favorite last words from a president?" Justin corrected himself.

"Rutherford Hayes' last words were 'I know that I am going to where Lucy is.' Lucy was his wife." I said, wondering if it was a unit in this class that they previously had.

Justin tossed the ball to a dorky-looking boy with his nose in a book. It bounced off the back of his head and he struggled to catch it, landing on the floor in his struggle. Most of everyone laughed and the boy's face turned red. I gave him a small smile. "I-um-I'm Tyler. What-what is your-uh-your favorite subject in school?" The boy stuttered.

"I think my favorite subject would either be math or English." I said.

The quizzing continued a hour. I even got a "can I take you to prom?" questions from a jock-like boy with a 'I'm still here because I can't pass this class' kind of look. To which I promptly said "in your dreams". Everyone laughed at that.