Questions & Desires | Twilight x OC

{Chapter One}

{Questions & Desires}

Chapter One:

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I walked out of my aunt's small, worn down home. As the old, eggshell paint chips off the front door I shut behind myself, I feel the cold, humid air of the Olympic Peninsula fill my lungs. It's a new place, a new school, and a new experience for me; I just hope I can positively adjust to my current surroundings.

You see, I came to Forks, Washington for a reason. My family's gone to ruin, and I've come to my only safe haven in order to regain at least some of the general hope I used to have. My mother and her sister grew up here until her father passed away when she was young. My aunt, Winnie, still lives in this small town. What caused all of this, unfortunately, is how my parents kicked me out, their only child, for coming out. Though, I'll leave it as that for now at least. In result, I officially decided to move forward, putting myself in some fresh scenery and living with an even more refreshing family member.

I arrived last night, but I was too exhausted to unpack, so this morning was a struggle to say the least. I was scrambling for clothes, throwing things out of my cardboard boxes, then shoving things back in when I found what I needed. I threw on my giant blue-green flannel, with a tight grey camosaul under. I hurriedly pushed my bony, pale legs through my whitewash skinny jeans and laced up my black sneakers. Thankfully, my hair is a short ginger pixie-cut, so my lazy ass didn't have to worry about brushing my hair. I somehow remembered to grab my bag and started my mile walk to Forks High.

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First period started as soon as I walked through the doorway. I darted for the open seat, yet my US History teacher stopped me short. I was only a hair away from sitting in that safe, safe chair.

"Miss," spoke loudly to get my attention and I froze in place, turning slowly to him with a sigh. "You're the new student, correct?" I nodded hesitantly. "Why don't you come up here and introduce yourself to your new classmates!" He seemed unnecessarily cheerful.

"Yea, uh, hi. I'm Amelia Warren, Nice to meet you all," I gave a small wave.

"Very nice! You can take a seat now."

I continued back to the only open seat, the same seat in which I originally moved towards. It was the second to last row from the back of the classroom. I was sitting between a peer and the wall. This wasn't an ordinary peer, though, this was the single most beautiful young man I have ever seen. His long, disheveled, golden hair strung down the sides of his head. It covered his gaze as he glanced up to me through his lashes, yet it didn't cover enough to keep me from noticing. The whole hour went by insanely fast. I honestly couldn't concentrate at all with the whole 'game of tag' my table mate and I were playing with our glances.

The lunch bell just rang with a relieving, yet deafening sound after my first three, utterly exhausting, class periods. I ignore the long, crowded lunch lines and go straight to sitting down, alone, at an empty table in the back. I open up my backpack and pull out my sketch pad and a pencil. I lay them out, yet as soon as I place the tip of my pencil on the paper, I see, from the corner of my eye, a group of unbelievably gorgeous students walk by me. They all take a seat at the table in the furthermost corner, the table next to mine. I try not to stare as I snap myself out of my mysterious daze, now looking back down towards my sketchbook. As soon as I try to start doodling once more, I get distracted from the feeling of two sets of eyes lingering on me. I glance up, as inconspicuous as possible, only for my eyes to meet with an elegant, pixie like female, and that same stiff young man with golden hair from history class. I don't know if it initially came to my attention from my sudden flustered state that was caused from the non-verbal encounter, or something else entirely, but at that moment, I could feel my head start to spin and my vision started to blur. I couldn't see the rustling of the cafeteria crowds. I couldn't hear the chattering and noises of the eating utensils clanking on the strong plastic trays. At that point I cursed under my breath as I finally realized: I forgot to take my insulin.

I've struggled with my Type 1 Diabetes since I was a child; I've forgotten my insulin before, yet I've had people to help me in these scenarios, people that knew how to handle these predicaments, but I didn't know anyone in this scenario. I had no one that could help, none at all. No one near me knew of my issues, therefore I came to a conclusion. I decided I'd start my walk home, even if it meant I'd have to ditch on my first day of school, because the only option I could think of was heading home as soon as possible. I just had to get my, much needed, insulin shot.

I gathered my things and got up as carefully as could be in hopes that it'll subdue my lightheadedness. Of course, lady luck still wasn't on my side. I started to tip, yet I caught myself by leaning on the cream-colored, circular lunch table, and, quickly, regained my balance. I wobbled out the door, making sure not to trip on anything, and looking back once to confirm the feeling that the two were still watching me. They were.

I wandered through the crowded, echoing halls that, while in my dizzy state, seemed like a maze from a fun house. All the giggling, the muffled rattling, the sudden and slow movements occurring around me, and the colors in which started to blend together in a rainbow mush. I made my way to the clear, cool, and comforting front doors of the complex. I pushed it open with my weaker state as I mindfully felt the soothingly chilled metal bars on the glass doors. I feel the brisk breeze make its way through my nostrils as I inhale the crisp, yet humid, Washington air. I started my walk across the parking lot's blacktop. The deep green grass looked as if it was slowly mending with the light cement sidewalks. The cars zoomed past, but they're noises of the engine speeding up or slowing down just suddenly disappeared. I think I was about halfway home when my blood sugar seemed to have increased to, now, dangerously high levels. Just then, strength turned for the worst, and, to no one's surprise, lady luck abandoned me once again as I looked down to my phone, realizing that it was completely dead. I couldn't call my aunt for help. I couldn't call anyone for help. I was alone and lost. I was scared and confused. I was an idiot for forgetting such an important thing. But, sadly yet expectantly, then, before I could react, I fell to the ground unconscious.

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