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Sophie is strange, anyone can see that. But her entire world is turned upside down when she becomes fascinated with the Cullen's. They slowly become friends, but what will happen when the Cullen's discover she has a secret of her own? And what will a certain werewolf think of all this? (Post Breaking Dawn, no renesmee.)


4. Chapter 4

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I woke up and turned off my alarm. I got up, made my bed nicely, and jumped into the shower. I washed my hair thoroughly, enjoying the heat of the steaming shower.

As I walked downstairs afterwards I glanced through the window to see the sun shining bright outside. It was going to be a beautiful day. I took the time to blow-dry my blonde curls evenly, letting them fan out over my back. I headed out the door, still smiling.

I put on my favorite shoes and started to walk to school. As I neared the school my heart dropped when I saw there was no silver Volvo parked in the lot. I briefly contemplated going home and skipping school for the day, but the stubborn side of me decided against it.

I went to thousands of school without the Cullen's, I could do it again; or at least that’s what I told myself. I walked briskly down the hall, avoiding the usual stares, straight to my locker.

When I closed it and the bell rang, a cute boy picked up the pencil I dropped. He was a blonde boy with blue eyes who looked about seventeen. He smiled at me and started to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m-“

“I’ve got to go to class.” I whispered, cutting him off. He stared at me, dumbfounded. I took the pencil from his hand, smiling slightly and walked to class quickly.


School was long. Every second that ticked by seemed like an hour, a week.

I sat in my desk during last period, counting down the seconds until I could leave. Only 972 left. Had socials always been this dull? I tapped my pencil in time the ticks of the clock. 964, 963, 962. Tick tock, tick tock.

I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling. 947, 946. Torture. After an agonizing 312 seconds, I quit counting in my head for fear of my sanity, and simply closed my eyes and relaxed.

I blocked out the regular sounds of a classroom; scratching pencils, scuffing feet. At long last, the bell finally rang. I hurriedly gathered all my books, and all but ran to my locker. I shoved everything into it carelessly, save for my jacket, and walked out the door into the welcoming sunshine.

After glancing over my shoulder in a useless attempt to spot a silver Volvo, I slowly began to walk home. Not in any hurry, I took my time walking around, soaking up as much Vitamin D as possible. Normally I’d just go home and brood, but today I just felt I needed to be outside. Besides, I saw rainclouds on the horizon, rain’s coming.

With a sudden flash of genius, I sprinted the rest of the way home, grabbed the keys to my underused motorbike, and sped down the road towards the approaching rainclouds, on my way to La Push.