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Twin Suns

What if the Cullens had not been in Forks when Bella went to live with her father. What if she had the life she was supposed to have with Jacob on the reservation in La Push. What if after several extremely happy years of marriage the Cullens did return to the area and Bella had to interact with them every day. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the authors. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.


6. Chapter 6 - First Day of School

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Of course all of the Cullens, two going under the name of Hale, were in my classes. I was hired to be the honors English teacher. Forks wanted to improve the school’s image and getting their students into better colleges was a part of that. None of the other teachers wanted the extra paperwork that went with all the exams students might choose to take. Of course the vampires would be in honors classes. Who knew how many times they had been to high school, and maybe even college.

Rosalie Hale would be in my first period sophomore class, Jasper Hale and Emmett Cullen in my third period junior class and Alice and Edward Cullen in my fifth period freshman class. None of them were interested in working on the newspaper during sixth period. I was grateful for that.

The entire town was talking about the handsome new doctor who arrived with his wife and their five adopted and foster children. I mostly ignored the stories. Had I not known they were vampires I may have sympathized with them. Once upon a time I was new to this town where everyone’s grandparents knew each other. It’s not easy being the center of attention in a small town.

Charlie heard that some of the Quileutes were refusing to go to the hospital because of Dr. Cullen. At first he tried to bring me into the middle of things but I played dumb. Charlie didn’t have to know that Jake was on the council, or that he was the one leading the boycott of the hospital.

All of this was enough to give me butterflies on the first day of school. I was more nervous than I was my first year of teaching. I must have dropped my books a dozen times between my car and my classroom.

I knew that the vampires would be pale and gorgeous but nothing prepared me for Rosalie Hale. She looked like a supermodel. I felt sorry for every other girl in the school when I saw her and was glad that my husband was both repulsed by her existence and imprinted on me.

I started each school year with a syllabus, expectations, and having the students write an essay on any topic of their choosing. This helped me get a handle on their writing skills as well as learn what kind of personalities I was dealing with. The people of Forks did not encourage their children to think creatively and so I generally got back 30 nearly identical essays.

Rosalie filled five pages in perfect script. Her topic was fine-tuning Italian race cars. There were accompanying diagrams. Though she was glaring at me I couldn’t help smiling. Even without her supermodel build every boy in Forks would fall in love with her just from reading her essay. I wished I could show this to Jacob.

Second period was easier. These were all students that had been with me since freshman year. We started with essays that we might write for college applications. I had looked over a few applications for high-end colleges to find some interesting essay topics. It was better than asking them to tell me about themselves yet again. I already knew everything they were willing to say and a few things they thought were secrets.

I was the only teacher in the school who paid attention to what the students were saying, perhaps because I was hardly older than them myself. It had been useful once when I was able to have a counselor intervene when one student was having a really hard time. None of the students knew it was me who blew the whistle.

“Hey, are you the teacher from the reservation?” an enthusiastic voice called out as third period began.

I looked up dropping my papers and an absolutely huge boy roared with laughter.

“Are you Emmett or Jasper?” I asked, exasperated. He was built like a bear. At least he wasn’t glaring at me though.

“Emmett Cullen. That’s my foster brother Jasper Hale.” He picked up my papers for me, still chuckling and went to sit in the back of the room with Jasper.

Emmett may have been huge but Jasper looked dangerous. Instinctively I felt that if there were to be trouble from any of the Cullens, he would be the one. He was one of the new members of their family so there was no history to prove that he was safe. Maybe that’s what Dr. Cullen meant when he used the word intend. Jasper wrote an essay about Civil War history.

Emmett’s essay was on the more mundane topic of watching football. Not playing, not stats, but the actual process of watching the game. I could imagine him on the couch with Charlie. In my imagination Charlie’s end of the couch was up in the air because Emmett was so huge.

I read through three periods worth of essays before lunch. As I expected I got many that were almost identical, even from my seniors who I spent three years trying to encourage to think independently. The Cullens’ essays stood out. They were longer and neater just at a casual glance. Their grammar was impeccable. All of the other teachers were marveling at the Cullens during lunch. I ignored the conversations. Years of practice keeping Quileute secrets left me knowing that there were some conversations I just couldn’t have.

It was in fifth period that I first felt afraid.

Edward and Alice Cullen sat together in the back of the class. They were less intimidating than their siblings. Alice was tiny and walked with such grace she appeared to be dancing. She was talking to Edward in a soft voice and his head was inclined to look her in the eye. When he looked up I saw the most beautiful face I had ever seen in my life.

All of the Cullens were beautiful but Edward had the face of an angel. It had all the beauty of Rosalie but with a kindness and intelligence that shone through. It was difficult not to stare at him while I began my lesson. Having gone through the motions 3 times today made it easier. It became even more difficult when I realized that he was staring at me. He looked as if he were concentrating very hard on my face. Alice looked at him as if he were insane.

It was when I was passing out the syllabus that it happened. I always walked down the aisle to hand out papers. It was a silly thing to do because I was so clumsy that I invariably tripped over something when doing it but it helped me keep an eye on the entire class.

Edward’s eyes got visibly darker when I approached him. He gripped the table so hard that it started to crumble around the edges and leaned away from me, glaring at me with a mixture of loathing and fury. He looked like he wanted to kill me.

I might have been less bothered if he had glared at me like that when he first entered the room. Rosalie made no attempt to hide her dislike of me. But Edward had seemed pleasant enough if a little strange with his staring.

“Mrs. Black, my brother is very ill and I have to take him to the nurse’s office right away,” Alice said jumping up and ushering Edward from the room.

The rest of the class looked startled and started muttering amongst themselves about what just happened. They were all watching the new students and didn’t miss the look on Edward’s face before he left. I managed to get the essay assigned but no one cared and they were all much shorter than the one pagers I usually received.

I lingered in the restroom and was late to my journalism class. I asked all the students to write a cover story for our first issue of the paper and tried to calm down through the rest of class. I could figure out how to break down the class into the various jobs tomorrow.

At the end of class Alice Cullen found me.

“Mrs. Black, Edward asked me to apologize for leaving class early. He is very ill and might not be able to come back to school for a while.”

I just grunted. I was in no mood to play games after what just happened. We both knew full well that Edward was not ill.

“His medical condition might make it difficult for him to handle honors classes.”

“Honestly Alice, as long as you’re here anyway it hardly matters to me what class you’re in.”

“We should go. Our family never meant to cause so much trouble for you.” Alice look very sad and I wanted to comfort her. I felt that we could have been friends if we had met under different circumstances.

“No, I’m fine. The first day of school always takes a lot out of me.”

She pursed her lips and cocked her head, not believing a word I said. “Is there anything we could do to make this easier for you?”

“Actually, there is. There’s a cottage in the woods that my husband fixed up for our anniversary. Your family arrived the following day so we were only able to go there once. Could your family allow us to travel across your property to get to the cabin?”

“I think we could arrange for that,” Alice said, her eyes twinkling. “I know the cottage you mean. It’s adorable. The family would have to agree but I don’t see a problem, Carlisle would want to do it.” She frowned saying, “we might have to arrange specific times in advance to make sure there are no misunderstandings.”

“Of course.”

“I like you Mrs. Black. I wish things were different. We might have been friends.”

Alice got up to leave, placing two essays on my desk as she went. They were both long and beautifully written. Alice had written about fashion and Edward about finding God in music. What a strange topic, especially for a vampire. Regardless of how frightened I had been by Edward, he intrigued me.

It made me happy that Alice liked me too. All told I guess today could have been worse.