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New Dawn

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!

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.)

4. Chapter 4 - Lunch and History

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The first two periods flew by as I struggled to forget about the new kids (I refused to even think their name) and tried to concentrate on the teacher. Fortunately, I didn’t share my English Literature class with any of them.

I felt happy as I deposited my books in my locker. Othello wasn’t as bad as I had expected. I took out my lunch and went to the cafeteria.

I paused in the doorway, searching for the friends I usually have lunch with.

“May!” Indi waved. “Over here!”

At her table were Josh, Helen, Tom and the rest of the gang – Roo, Xavier and Andie. A more eclectic bunch couldn’t be found. We all had different interests, but we shared a love for music. Most of the others even knew each other practically their whole lives.

We didn’t always have lunch at the same table, but we tried to get together at least once a week.

I waved back at Indi and was just about to head towards them, when someone spoke on my left.

“Would you like to join us for lunch today, Mabel?”

I bit my lip at the musical sound and turned to face him. Edward Cullen smiled at me encouragingly.

“Um...” I glanced over at the table where most of his family already sat, unsure of what to do. On one hand, I would get to sit with Damien...

Behind me, I heard a hiss. It was Rosalie. She was glaring at Edward as though saying, What do you think you’re doing?!

I averted my eyes, a little hurt. I thought she liked me.

“No, thanks,” I mumbled. “I promised I’d sit with my friends.” I hurried over to Indi and the rest who were staring at me with mouths agape.

I sat down abruptly between Andie and Indi. Everyone was staring at me in disbelief.


“What did he say to you?” Andie said in awe.

“Edward?” I shrugged. “He wanted me to have lunch with him and his family.”

“No way,” Helen mouthed.

“So,” I said brightly. “Who watched the Hansons concert last night?”

My question brought a chorus of groans from the boys, as I expected. Only Indi loved Mmmbop as much as I did.

Josh, Tom, Roo and Xavier started blustering in digust about the Hansons faults. Normally it was entertaining to watch them go on, but this time I let my mind wander about the boy with wavy hair, golden eyes and steel arms.


I entered the classroom with great trepidation. History, I shuddered. Even worse, history with Mr. Boris. He could make the most exciting period of the past as dull as dish water. No one ever listens to him.

I took a seat near the back and arranged my books.

“Looking forward to Mr. Boring, eh?” the boy sitting next to me teased, laughing at my glum expression.

“Hey, Ralph,” I made a face. “I’ll be lucky if I get a B in this class.”

It was a good thing I liked reading. If I didn’t, I would have flunked history last year. “

Great,” Ralph muttered under his breath. “Why did one of them have to be in this class?”

“Them? Them who?” I wondered at his disgruntlement.

“One of the Cullen boys,” he nodded toward the door.

I looked up. Damien!

I quickly checked myself. What’s so special about him, anyway? He’s just a boy, like any other boy. Why should I waste my time and energy crushing over him…

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

I froze. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the chair on my right was empty.

“N-no,” I stammered. “Go ahead.”

“Thank you,” Damien said gravely.

“No problem,” I squeaked. I busied myself by arranging my already organized books.

I should say something. Welcome him to the school, or something. I opened my mouth.

Suddenly, we were surrounded as a group of girls descended upon us like a flock of birds.

I grit my teeth and almost growled at them.

“Incredible,” Ralph rolled his eyes.

At that moment, Mr. Boris entered the classroom. After a few minutes, he managed to bring the class to order. The girls dispersed reluctantly.

I stared straight ahead and avoided looking to the right resolutely. I didn’t once gaze at him, but I had never been more alert in Mr. Boris’ history class.