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Cornered

Summary:
Since the Cullens moved to Astoria they could tell its not like the other towns. Not the town, but the people in it. They need to be careful or else everything they have worked for could be revealed. Someone is coming to Astoria. She knows something is not right. She will stop at nothing to find out who or what they are. Someone dangerous is also coming, watching their every move. Its only a matter of time. banner made by the lovely eternitys_charm!


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2. Chapter 2- More San Diego Please

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I had never been extremely popular. I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t a model either. I was about 5’5, slender like my mom, but without the nice curves. I was also pretty pale with a little tan that would surely fade in the next few weeks of the cloudy town. My face was oval shaped, with small features. I also had unusually high cheek bones. My hair was thick and medium length, with a darker brown color. I had only dyed it once, blonde, and that didn’t work out so well. I was definitely your girl next door.

As I entered the main building, I noticed there were only a few students walking around. Astoria High School obviously wasn’t very big. It was a large four stories, white building with red trimming. I walked through the empty corridor towards the office; I noticed two girls looking at me, whispered to each other and snickered. I pulled up the hoodie of my sweater and kept walking.

As I reached the office a young secretary who beckoned me to sit on a small sofa in the corner greeted me. I sat down and picked up what looked like a school newsletter. I flipped through and saw that this was quite different then the weekly email I received full of games and links from my old school.

“How may I help you dear?” the kind secretary asked.

“Oh hi, I’m Rachel Dalton and I was told to come here and hand in my registration papers,” I told her as I handed her a stack of papers my mom had given me this morning.

“Ok, it looks good, just give me a second to get all your forms ready, dear,” she kindly answered.

She smiled at me with a hope that I would fit in amongst all the other students. I smiled back and left the tiny office.

My map was small and a little hard to read. She really hadn’t given me a chance to ask where I was in the first place, but I found the main office on the map. I picked up my big bag and walked to my first class, Math.

The class was a lot like my classroom in San Diego, small with information sheets hung sparingly on the wall. I took an empty seat in the middle of the class, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I’m sure everyone is on lookout for me, because all the students here had probably known each other since they were born. The class started and I would get the odd stare or glance my way but nothing to bad. At the end of the class a tiny girl came up to me. She was really short, maybe 5’0. She had golden curly hair with a small blue clip in it. She was pretty, but really pale like everyone else in this town.

“Hi, I’m Fern Hansen, are you Rachel?” she asked. She looked like the only person brave enough to actually come up and talk to me. Everyone else stood and watched us trying to gain as much information on me as possible.

“Yah, I am, do you by any chance have Spanish next?” I asked back, not wanting to sound rude.

“Oh my god! Yah I do! What a coincidence! Here ill show you were it is!” she said, almost to enthusiastically.

“”So, how are you liking it here in Astoria? You moved here from San Francisco right? So cool I have, like, always wanted to go there!” She asked as we walked down the hallway. It was like I was in the spotlight, everyone looking, whispering to each other, giggling, or looking at me with fascination. A few guys even smiled at me.

“No actually I come from San Diego, but I have been to San Francisco, it is really pretty.” I answered. She was nice but a little too overenthusiastic and talkative for my liking.

She finally shut up when Spanish started but continued on the rest of the morning to lunch.

At lunch she led me to a table filled with girls and a few of their boyfriends, I guessed. I went up with them to get food. It was in line for mashed potatoes that I first noticed them.

They were in a corner, with full lunches in front of them. However, none of them were eating anything. One of them was picking at a sandwich bun, while another was playing with a fork. But they did not seem to be doing much, not even talking.

This isn’t what intrigued me the most, however. It was how they looked that really caught my attention. They were all extremely pale, with dark circles under their eyes. Their eyes all seemed to be the same weird shade of black with golden flakes. Even though they sat very close to me, I did not worry about them staring at me and caching my glare. Despite all these weird characteristics, they were all incredibly gorgeous. There were three girls and three boys. None of them really looked alike but the two blondes and the two dark brunettes. To my surprise the first one I noticed was the tiny girl I saw yesterday with the amazing car. She was short, pixie like, with tiny features and of course short black hair that stuck out in every direction. She was sitting beside a girl with long, curly, brown hair. She had soft features, and looked like the only one who had any color in her cheeks. The other girl was blonde, tall, modelesque and didn’t look like she fit in at a school, but on the cover of a magazine. I envied all of them for their unnatural beauty. The boys were also unmistakably gorgeous. The first was a big, burly brown haired boy that looked like he could be a wrestler. The other was a blond boy, with defined features and a nice jaw. The last was a very good looking boy, obviously the youngest of the boys. He had soft brown hair and large eyes. I didn’t know what happened to me, but I had to know more about them.

As we sat back down at our table, I asked the girl beside me about them. I didn’t know her name so I hoped it would come up in the conversation.

“Um, who are they?” I asked not wanting to sound to eager.

“Oh they’re the Cullens, Hales and Swans.” She said. I needed to know more though.

“The two blondes are the Hales, Rosalie and Jasper, there twins. Alice Cullen is the one with the short black hair, and Edward Cullen is the gorgeous one with the lighter brown hair. The Swans are brother and sister, Isabella and Emmett. Dr. Cullen and his wife adopted the Edward and Alice, then the Hales came as foster children a little later, and then the Swans, also foster children, came too. It’s a little confusing. They moved here last year from like Alaska or something. They’re really weird, and they really don’t talk much. I have Alice as my partner in French and she’s nice once you get to know her. Most kids don’t like them and find them intimidating. I don’t really care they don’t bother me,” she said. I was fascinated by them and I didn’t know why.

“Thanks,” I said and finished eating.

I needed to know more. I would find out more.