Memories of Me

Isabella Swan sat on the branch over looking the Cullen household. Her feet dangled beneath her as she lightly kicked her legs back and fro. Her teeth pulled at her lip as her gaze crossed the Victorian mansion.
The Cullen's sure aren't roughing it here.
From her place in the tree, she could tell that only Esme was in the house. Prior knowledge told her that five of the other Cullen's were currently in a high school playing human. Her sharp teeth left her lip as she decided whether or not to march into the hospital and ask for Carlisle. The Voltori don't still for anyone and here she was, waiting for these vampires to get back home from their day job.
Isabella was beginning to become frustrated. She knew that disturbing Carlisle was a bad idea; the chances of her slipping up in a hospital were quite high. Yet as she sat in that damn tree, she had to do something.

~M~

Esme Cullen wasn't familiar with the beautiful vampire that was sitting outside of her home, in fact, she wasn't even aware that she was there. She carried on with her quick chores, completely oblivious to the girl with a dilemma. She dusted the already spotless furniture and straightened the paintings on the wall. As she made her way towards the grand piano that sat in her foyer, a small smile blossomed on her face.
She sat swiftly and played. Duets with Edward or Rosalie were one of her favourite pastimes, something she was grateful that forever would ensure.
Quick fingers danced across the keys easily and without hesitation. Esme was gifted with this talent. She could play for hours without end and her audience would remain enthralled with the music.
Unlike her son, her talents only developed after she became immortal. During those first new born years, she could hear Edward's music drift through the house where ever she went and she just knew that she wanted to be apart of such beauty. Edward taught her, her very first note, her very first song. She believed that because of that connection at the start, their relationship today was as strong as it was.
Gently shutting the lid of the piano, Esme stood and continued with her work.

~M~

As the melody shifted to a close, Isabella opened her eyes. She looked at the mansion with unseeing eyes, the music still floating inside of her head. Oh, how she loved the piano.
It was then when she stood from her waiting spot and enjoyed the view that the height gave her. The tall tree made sure she had an excellent advantage to her surroundings.
During Esme's performance, she had decided that seeing Carlisle would be far too risky and to be frank, stupid. She was a well educated young lady, and walking straight into the lion's den wasn't something she was going to do any time soon.
Isabella also decided against introducing herself to Mrs Cullen alone. She wasn't afraid of the vampire, no, she merely wanted to skip the awkward introductions and the forceful conversation they would be likely to have.
As her feet hit the soft ground with a gentle thud, Isabella looked towards the clouded sun, in the hopes of being able to tell the time.
Either 12 or 1, she thought.
Instantly, the girl regretted the absence of her watch.
As she continued walking through the damp forest, her boots soundlessly crushed wet leaves. Her pace was slow, human like. She was in no rush to get to where she had to be, after all, they were all busy with their little game.
Isabella's logic followed something of the sort. If she could not visit the doctor, or the doctor's wife, then she shall visit his children. A high school isn't as accident filled as a hospital, and she knew she could handle herself around hormonal teenagers.
Days without hunting resulted in the dark brown colour of her eyes and a simple day pass would allow her into the school.
She smiled happily to herself as her plan came together in her mind.

~M~

The brunette vampire ran the rest of the way towards the school. As she stepped through the threshold for the school office, she was aware that her choice of clothing allowed her to fit in here. She wore dark colours, blacks and dark blues, so not to stand out against the lush greenness of Forks and for her luck, she was wearing a jacket. Looking around, she could see that the humans in the small space were wearing similar clothing items.
Satisfied that her position haven't been compromised, Isabella made her way to the front desk.
"Hello."
The human receptionist lifted her head quickly towards the girl. Her voice was beautiful and calming; everything and nothing that she really was.
Sensing that the old woman wasn't going to proceed, she continued on with her request.
"I was wondering if it was possible for me to get a day pass?"
The old lady nodded and let out a small chuckle.
"Could I ask what for, miss?"
Mrs Connie Cope, or so said her name tag, looked up at her and waited.
"I wanted to surprise some of my friends at lunch today. You see, I'm passing through the town and thought they would be happy to see me."
Isabella smiled at the woman then. Once again Mrs Cope nodded, only this time she began filling out the day pass card.
"What's you name, dear?"
"Isabella Swan."
As she continued to fill the rest of the card, a clock ticked away on the back shelf.
12:58
Isabella inwardly grinned as her estimation was accurate.
"Here you go."
Taking the card in my hand she thanked the woman.
"Now, all the kids will be in the cafeteria; its lunch time you see."
A simple nod was given back.