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Nightmare

Summary:
The new girl Katie mentioned passingly in New Moon, and the beginning of her first day. A note to bella_lovestrong:read above Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.No copyright infringement is intended.


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1. Chapter 1

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The mist shimmered under the pale green light. Yet, it was a light day, clear, though I doubt it was ever completely cleared of fog, even on the driest day. I stepped from the house and peered through. My mom's car was sitting there on our gravel drive way, with its owner waving at me through the windshield. I quickly went over,pulled the passenger side door open, then plopped down in the seat.

"What took you so long?"she asked hurriedly as she turned the keys."You don't want to be late for your first day of school-what kind of first impression is that?" I stayed silent,watching the forest flash by as we gained speed.

I had waited for this day for so long, but now that it was actually here, I had goosebumps. I had always been so timid, so shy, and anyone I didn't know would only get a few stutters out of me. All my arguments slipped away to be replaced by my parent's fears, plus some of my own. I had never gone to a real school. I had always been home schooled. My parents and I had always lived in the same house, with a big backyard and a creaky old attic. I have only ever had one friend, a boy who had lived up the road some, but he was still being home schooled, and I was off to high school.

Finally the engine stops. I come out of my daze and look over at my mom.

"Good luck." She reaches over and gives my hand a little squeeze. I give her a tentative smile in return , then get out and swing my bag over my shoulder. I start my way over to the first of the buildings. Approaching , I see a white number 6 painted on it. I reach the door, and hesitate. I glance over my shoulder, and my moms still there, idling. She gives me a thumbs up, then turns around and and heads back to the highway. I face the door again and, taking a deep breath, turn the knob.


When my parents at last let me come, none of us had thought through the actual coming.They only thought about the bad things, the reasons I was home schooled in the first place - teachers being distant, bullies or falling in with the wrong crowd. Iwas only concerned with the good - I could have some friends, maybe have a boyfriend, have any social life at all..., plus I could have help or tutoring from other students, some extra circular stuff too- things I wouldn't be able to do at home.

I had convinced myself so strongly it was an obsession. Not a day went by sense the beginning of 9th grade that I didn't mull over the pros of going to a regular school. Then, this past summer, I decided that if I didn't start this year, it would be too late. So, my body ignoring my mind, I went to my parents and made the proposition. They immediatly said no, followed by why, followed by a why not from me. It went on till the end of summer, when finally they gave in. A phone call was made, it was arranged, and I was to start school come fall.

Now , we had all thought about the reasons I should and should not go to school, but we forgot about time. My parents still followed the systems time- when school started, when school ended, long weekends and holidays. My parents didn't wake me up if I slept in- if I was late, I was late. But, my parents and I don't actually live in Forks, we live about a half a hour outside of it. We were all so used to the schedule, We forgot to set our alarm clocks earlier so, when I opened the door, it was in the middle of a class. People turned around , then turned back to their partners to wisher. I stared in horror, a blush creeping up my neck onto my cheeks.Quickly I stepped back out and shut the door. I walked as fast as I could without running, away from building number 6.