What's Wrong With Me? (A Twilight Fanfic)

Chapter One: Why What's Wrong With Me?

Chapter One: Why What's Wrong With Me?

Maybelle’s P.O.V.

I Maybelle Johnson was in tenth grade algebra class. The teacher droned on and on. I already knew everything in my tenth grade algebra but I didn’t tell any of my teachers that or even my foster parents. I thought that if I told someone and was put in honors class that I would get picked on.

Then I started thinking of my foster parents, I had only been living with them for a year and finally had started to come out of my shell a little. They were great people and I could tell that but I don’t want to get too attached because what if they were like everyone else and found I was too hard to live with and gave me up? I can’t get attached again so I just didn’t feel.

I was numb and that was the way I liked it. I didn’t want it to change. I was the odd man out even at school. All I did at home was listen to music and read books. Algebra wasn’t the only subject I was advanced at. I was also advanced at everything in tenth grade. I didn’t tell anyone instead I got straight B’s.

I know my foster parents expect better, even though I do pretty good, they want me to get A’s. That’s the way Miranda and Christopher Thompson are. They are both anthropologists. I couldn’t get attached to my foster parents and I was an only foster child, seeing as the couple couldn’t have children.

I have no one to confide in except a brown teddy bear with brown eyes and the bear sparkled. I had a twin brother, but we got separated when our parents died when we were both two and a half. I always wanted to know how much we looked alike or if we were fraternal twins.

I wanted to know if he was adopted or still in foster care like I was. My foster parents had just decided to foster or adopt one year before. They got me when I was fifteen and just turned sixteen three weeks ago.

It wasn’t a big party just my foster parents family and close friends. I only got gift cards to stores like Walmart even my foster parents gave me a gift card, because they didn’t know what to get me. I also got my license. Then I had a daydream.

The snowy white wolf started running from the midnight black wolf. It wasn't as if it was afraid but it was a playful run. They were abnormally large. Taller than a child but, not taller than a adult or average teen. They looked like complete opposites but yet they seemed to fit together like two puzzle pieces. The black wolf started chasing the white wolf and you could tell the white wolf was lighter and faster on their feet. It could easily outrun the black wolf but let it catch her. They played together and it looked like they were playing tag. The it flashed to something Maybelle couldn’t make out but she sensed it was dark. It flashed to a boy that kinda looked like me. There was also a girl. I realized looking closer that girl was me! Maybe the boy was my twin brother. But why the wolves? And the dark presence? I have to find this out. It flashed back to the wolves running away not in a playful way this time.

Maybelle was snapped out of her daydream by her teacher saying “Did you hear me Maybelle?” The teacher asks. “No sorry. Can you repeat the question Ms. Ziggy?” Maybelle ask apologetically. “What is the first ten numbers of pi?” Ms. Ziggy repeats. “Oh....3.141592653.”

“You got lucky this time Ms. Johnson. Pay attention next time.” “Will do Miss.” Maybelle mumbles upset to get taken from her daydream or vision or whatever you call it. The bell rang startling Maybelle out of her train of thought. A jock came over. “Look it’s the brainiac.”

The jocks mocks. “I’m not a brainiac I just did the homework we had to turn in today.” Maybelle throws back. “Are you calling me stupid?” Yes. She thought. “No I just did my homework and I’m sure you did too.” Maybelle speed walks off to the picnic tables outside.