Ethereal

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Inhaling gas fumes isn't the best way to begin a Monday morning. Or any morning for the matter. Killing brain cells is more my brothers thing, not mine. Even if I do end up with liver poisoning by the age of 30, I want to at least make it to that age partly sane. Well as sane as your average 30 year old can be.

Oh and the best part is I'm literally 1000 miles from my hometown, in a completely different country. How fabulously cliché is my life? What if I say I'm an orphan will that higher the cliché rating? Or would I have to say that my parents were killed in a freak accident that I witnessed, subsequently granting me supernatural powers that I use to save the world.

Good because only the first point was true. Sarcasm is my best attribute personally. Especially when I have to make new friends. Or should I say not piss off everyone and make them hate the new girl. Time to test out my accent and see how many people comment on my nationality today.

Counted at least 12 people yesterday, even the barista at this adorable coffee shop noticed.

"You're going dressed like that?" The nasally voice of my younger sister echoed through my room. Oh so it was her with her perfume causing me to feel as if I'm having an aneurism. Much appreciated Sophie.

Didn't need my lungs anyway.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Looking down at my ripped black jeans and oversized jumper. Might as well show them all that I make no effort whatsoever.

"At least put some makeup on, you look sick." She whined before leaving my room. I don't look sick do I? I know I'm pale but not that pale...

Wait I'm wearing makeup, is it not that obvious? Does everyone normally have black wings protruding from their eyes?

Sighing to myself realising I haven't got the effort, nor lung capacity left to care, I walk out towards the front door where Ed is waiting.

"Casual as usual." Ed looks me over and laughs to himself. Jokes on him I don't waste 2 hours in the bathroom styling my hair. Gives me 2 more hours of sleeping. Think I get the better deal.

Rolling my eyes as I pass him, I make my way towards his car parked in the driveway. By his car I also mean mums. Little Edmund can't seem to afford his own. Well since he spends all his money on clothes it's kind of understandable.

With me riding shotgun and Ed in the drivers seat, Sophie's forced into the back. Which she complains about for the duration of the trip.
Worst ten minutes of my life.

I was going to use that ten minutes to psyche myself up for impending humiliation and a very awkward and lonely lunch time. But instead I used that precious time to plan a homicide, more specifically my sisters.

Now I'm sat in the car facing the school with Sophie silent in the back and Ed on his phone. Of course this doesn't phase him, he laughed through Marley and me. That heartless demon.

Well how could American school differ from English school? Apart from the uniform and the national curriculum. Oh wait they don't have one.

At least Sophie's in a better position than I'm in. She's going to be a freshman. At least that's what I think it's called? I guess me and Ed will have to sort out our own friends out of the already existing and childhood bonds that have already taken place. All the inside jokes and class bonding.

No pressure then...

"Would you two get out or are you just going to stare at the building all day?" Ed grumbled as he made his way out of the car.

Sighing I opened the car door and gradually made my way out. I wish I could say that we looked as mysterious and as graceful as the Cullen's, but Sophie tripped out of the car. Kinda defeated the whole act.

Not going to say the whole school went quiet and watched us as we walked towards the front doors, because it didn't. Only a few people noticed new kids. I kinda gathered that after the multiple 'new meat' being thrown around. Either they were very hungry carnivores or they were talking about us.

It's America, I have no clue to be honest. All that my old history teacher told me about it was that their burgers were good. So going with the carnivore option.

I knew forgetting my earbuds at home was a bad idea. I could have played dramatic music as we made our way into school like they do in movies. Knowing Sophie she would probably trip up though and do one of those dramatic slow-mo falls. God I want to see her fall on her perky little face.

Smile and wave probably wasn't the best first impression, head down and fast steps seemed to work better. Well that worked until I nearly face planted the door.

Entering the hallway people stared more, probably because we didn't know where the hell we were going so Ed was just walking around aimlessly with us two following behind him. Or the fact that Sophie was wearing a backpack with the Union Jack. Very subtle sis.

Walking past one darkened area of one of the corridors I could feel the stares intensify. Whether that was a good or bad thing I don't know. I just felt a cold shiver run down my spine and a bad feeling in my stomach.

Could mean one of two things, either Mother Nature is early or someone has pasta. My nose just picks up these things.

Looking down the corridor I could make out at least three dark figures standing staring at me. Their eyes a stark contrast to their dark surroundings. Brown, green and grey peering into my soul. Well that was weird?

Turning my head away to escape the weird feeling, I stared back down at the floor watching my ankle boots hit the floor.

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This is new, just got bored and instead of updating one of my already lacking books. I decided to write a whole new one. Because that obviously makes sense.

Well done me, smart decision.