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New Dawn

Summary:
It is about 50 years after Breaking Dawn. Everything remains the same with the Cullen family, except I’ve added one new character to it. His name is Damien. Brief back story: He was made into a vampire in 1824 when he was 18. He joined the Cullen family after Esme did. The story explores the relationship between a 17-year-old girl named Mabel and Damien. We realize, almost from the start, that Damien isn't the only one with a secret. The pace progresses rather happily at first, but gets a bit dicey in later chapters. Reviews and criticism are very welcome and appreciated, thank you!


Notes:
I’d like to apologize in advance for any mistakes in this story. If I get anything wrong, do let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it. Cheers. (And obviously, I do not own copyright to the Twilight series. Stephenie Meyer does. I just decided to write this fan fiction for the fun of it. I have the core of the story in my head – everything else, I’m just making up as I go along.)


3. Chapter 3 - First Day of School

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Some people at school gave me pitying glances as I locked my bike up. I didn’t mind riding to school, though. It gave me time to think and I loved the smell of the air in the morning.

“Hey, Mabel!”

A group of kids were waving at me enthusiastically. I grinned and bounded to them. “Tom! Helen! Indi! Josh! How was music camp, Helen?”

“It was amazing,” Helen replied animatedly. “You missed out! We had so much fun.”

I shook my head regretfully. “Ah, you know how it goes. I had to go home to visit my family.”

“Oh yeah!” Josh blurted. “You went back to Malaysia, right? That must have been so cool.”

I forgot. To my friends, Malaysia was some place exotic. “Yeah well,” I said modestly. “It was mostly hot and humid.”

Around us, the school buzzed with excitement as the students clung to the remnants of vacation.

“May, over here!”

“Hey Rachel,” I walked over to a group of cheerleaders. “How was cheerleading camp?”

A few girls sniffed, stuck their noses in the air and walked away. Silly geese, I thought fondly.

“Very... cheerful,” Rachel winked. I laughed at her silly joke.

“How was your summer, May?”

“Good. It was great to see my family...” I broke off.

Everyone’s attention was pulled to something happening outside and I was towed along with the crowd as they surged to the windows.

“Wow, would you look at the cars!

“I bet those are sweet rides!”

“I would kill for that BMW!”

That was the red one, right? And the silver one is a... I squinted at the logo. A Volvo! I grinned, pleased with myself.

And then people got out of the cars. The buzzing stopped for two seconds, and picked up again louder than before.

“Who are they?” a girl breathed.

“They must be the Cullens,” Harry, the school know-it-all said.

The Cullens! My first instinct was to hide and avoid them like the plague. I still hadn’t fully recovered from my chance meeting with their father. But I remembered that I’d offered to help them out, and I groaned inwardly.

I watched the Cullens walk towards the school. They really looked like a family of models, I mused. Especially the blond girl, who was clearly with that burly guy. And the blond guy was with the cute pixie girl. And the other two are obviously a couple too.

Too bad for everyone else, I snorted. Not that I was unaffected by their beauty. I was just more realistic about myself.

But I’d missed one more person. A guy with longish hair was the last person to get out of the red BMW. Wuh.

He’s gonna be mobbed by every girl here, I thought critically. Every girl but one, that is. I lifted my head resolutely.

“So which one are you going for?” Rachel whispered to me.

“Huh? What?” I said guiltily. I wondered if I had said anything out loud.

“You’re staring at them with that look in your eyes. Obviously you’re planning to go for one of the guys!”

“No, I’m not! And everyone else is staring too,” I sputtered back. Besides, I think most of them are taken.”

“So what?” Rachel shrugged. “I’m into that brawny one. I like my men strong,” she sighed dreamily.

“Er, right,” I said. I looked around. Every other girl was practically swooning and boys were flexing their muscles in anticipation.

The bell rang shrilly. There was a sudden stampede as everyone rushed to class.

“Aw, man!” I wailed, remembering the reason I came to school early. “I need to go to the office to settle my student exchange paperwork.”

“Better hop to it, then,” Rachel suggested as she got her books from her locker and dashed off. “Good luck!” she yelled over her shoulder.

“Gee, thanks for the help,” I muttered as I pushed through the crowd. This was another reason why I hated being five foot and one debatable inch.

I finally reached the office, but not before I tripped over someone’s foot and crashed into the door. Unfortunately, it was left open.

“Yaargh!” I shrieked as I hurtled into the room, skidded across the floor and rammed into what felt like a brick wall.

Was it just me, or did the brick wall have arms? I wondered dazedly as I felt someone steady me.

“Are you okay?” A face with the most piercing golden eyes I ever saw stared at me. Wavy brown hair so dark it was almost black hung down to his shoulders.

I didn’t answer. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven, I marveled in stupefaction. ‘Cause as sure as I am that my name is... something... I’m looking into the face of an angel.

The sound of someone trying to turn a laugh into a cough awoke me from my stupor.

Dammit! I was going to be so much smarter than the other girls.

I swallowed my embarrassment as I took a step back. “Er yes, thank you. I think someone was a little too happy when he waxed the floor,” I laughed nervously.

“Are you alright, child?” the woman behind the desk peered anxiously at me through her glasses. She seemed relieved to have something else to focus her attention on.

“Yes, Mrs. McClannahan,” I said loudly. “I just needed to hand in these forms.” I passed her the papers I had managed to hold on to.

“Of course,” she said, looking through them. “A bit late, are we? Who do you have for your first class?”

“Mr. Jameson,” I replied glumly. For some reason, that teacher hated me. It’s going to be fun getting detention on the first day of school.

“Is he the homeroom teacher? I think I have him too,” a masculine voice broke in. I shivered at the sound of it.

Stop it! I admonished myself. “Yeah, he is. He teaches biology too” I replied. I tilted my head to the side as my memory stirred. “You’re Emmett, right?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” he grinned as he slung his arm around the blond girl’s shoulder.

Oops. “Dr. Cullen – your father – told me when I met him at the hospital,” I lied. It was mostly a half-lie, anyway. Dr. Cullen did tell me about his foster children. Five years ago.

“And you’re Rosalie.” I looked the girl next to Emmett. “Dr. Cullen said that you were beautiful. But I think he was understating it.”

Rosalie gave me a stunning smile. “Thank you.”

“Do me next!” the pixie-girl bounced on her toes. “Uh, okay. You’re... Alice.”

“Yes!” she clapped her hands in delight.

I grinned back, pleased with myself. I was on a roll. “And your boyfriend’s name is...” I paused. Oh, no. What was it? It sounded like...

“Casper?”

Chuckles and laughter filled the room.

“Close,” he smiled dryly. “My name is Jasper.”

“And I’m Edward,” the boy who was driving the silver Volvo offered me his hand. “This is Bella,” gesturing to the girl next to him as I shook his hand.

“Hi,” I said, looking at her cascading brown hair and intelligent eyes.

The photocopier whirled as someone used the machine. Mrs. McClannahan was looking at us with a perplexed expression. I was going to get detention for a week for being this late.

I turned to the guy who had caught me before. I took a deep breath. “And you must be Damien.” I remembered in my mind’s eye, Dr. Cullen’s description of him.

Damien is pretty special,” he had said. “He hardly ever smiles. But behind his sullen exterior he’s a funny guy. He’s loyal to a fault...

My thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. “You kids should get to class right away,” Mrs. McClannahan said. “If you need anything, just ask Mabel here. You don’t mind, do you, girl?”

“Of course not,” I said automatically. I was going to be the envy of all the school. Great, I winced.

“Do you need help getting to class?” I asked the Cullens, wondering what the time was.

“No, we’re fine,” Edward said, holding up a map. “I’m sure we’ll be able to muddle through.”

I nodded. “So who has homeroom with me?”

All of the juniors did – Emmett, Rosalie and Damien. The rest were enrolled as sophomores.

I led the way to our class and stopped outside the door. I sighed. Just do it, I tried to convince myself. What was the worst that could happen?

“Don’t worry, Mabel,” Emmett bared his r teeth. “We have your back.”

I grimaced back at him and opened the door. The whole class came to a halt as we stepped into the room.

Mr. Jameson smirked evilly. “Well, well. What do we have here?” Then, he got a look at the three people behind me and did a double-take.

But he recovered quickly. “What’s the meaning of this, Mabel Chan? Half the class is over...”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jameson,” Rosalie said in her musical voice. “It was our fault. My family and I had just arrived and Mabel was assigned to show as around. You won’t punish her for that, will you, sir?” she smiled sweetly.

I could hear every guy’s heart drop.

“Uh...” Mr. Jameson’s eyes were unfocused. “Sure. I mean, no I could never...” He shook his head as though trying to clear it. “Off to your seats now.”

We took the only four seats left in the back. I couldn’t believe it. I had escaped a punishment from the Jailor (so nicknamed because of his fondness of giving detentions)!

Emmett winked at me and I grinned back. Maybe today wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.