Vampires have always interested me. Creatures of the night or whatever. I sit up late at night watching the movies… I read every single Twilight book, and was at the premiere of every movie. Team Edward, yeah. You could call me a twi-hard if you wanted. Even before that though, I was sure I would be Dracula’s bride, and you could never convince me otherwise…and it was my continuous wish that some bat would land on my shoulder and yada yada….bite me, yada yada.
My name is Blaiyne, btw. Blaiyne Anders. I am…well, the most popular girl at my school. Even though I’m only a Junior. I don’t mean to brag, I promise. :) My hair is brownish-blonde and long and kinda wavy… my eyes are hazel…but usually green. I have played volleyball for most of my life and basketball for a couple years so, you know, I stay in shape. Setter and point guard, yeeee! Another credit of mine is my rather impressive chest set. If I didn’t have such a pretty face they would probably never look up from them. Once again, I don’t mean to brag…
I go to Alistair Academy* (a boarding school) in Seattle, Washington. Yes, I have driven to Forks. I am pretty content with my life save for the usual teenage woes, of course. Scholarships are lining up, I have a great family, great friends… no boyfriend… but I blame Edward Cullen for that… I mean, Idk…my life is awesome… but… I feel like something big is going to happen. Something way cooler than going off to college. *Sigh* Maybe that’s just the allergy medicine talking. Whatever. Still…
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It’s Monday morning and I am ready to seize the day. Well, not really. Decided to get up early and head down to the main hallway to check for my English notes in my locker. Being at the top of the class doesn’t come very easily, you know. I put on my my black and red plaid skirt and a white long sleeved polo. I’m feeling like it’s a bow-tie kind of day. I suppose that uniforms would be a problem for some… But I like them. Plaid pleases me.
As quietly as possible, I walk down the stairs to the foyer and then outside. The whole of the campus is being bathed in the pinkish bright glow of the morning sky. Taking strolls on the sidewalks of the mostly quiet grounds is one of my favorite little things. I pass by the cool grey, brick buildings that make up my school and relish in the beautiful landscaping that seems to be slowly becoming one with the man-made structures. I pass by the large clock/fountain that sits in subtle, understated sophistication in the center of Alistair. Making an immediate right at the imposing fixture; I enter the hallway of the building that houses my homeroom. And my locker.
“Piss.” My locker is completely empty of all English notes. Guess I’ll ask Mr. Laird if he has seen my notebook. I scrounge around in my locker for something to read. Hopefully, this isn’t a sign of things to come.
“Blaiyne!!”
I look up and see my friend Cherrie, running down the hall toward me. “Yo.” I say flipping to the next page of the magazine I found as I stand against my locker. Cherrie’s name is pronounced Sherry but we call her Cherry anyways. Ever since we’ve known her, her layered hair has been dyed an unnatural but fitting red color, accenting her mint green eyes. She’s kind of short. And a Cross Country sensation.
“Hey!” She holds her arms out , grabbing me, then using me as an anchor as she skids to a stop. She is an affectionate one. “Omg, why are you so tan?” She asks pulling back from her impromptu hug. I grin.
“I went to the beach again this weekend with my sister and brother.”
“You’re so lucky…” She pouts. It’s kind of adorable. Her hand finds its way to mine and she lifts my arm for closer inspection. Cherrie looks into my eyes next. It occurrs to me that we are pretty close to each other. A smile crosses her face and she grasps my other hand. “Blaiyne…”
“Uh… yeah?” I attempt to take a step back but I am far too close to the lockers already. She leans forward and I can feel her breath on my ear.
“I have something to tell you.”
“…Yes?” I find myself looking left and right for someone to pass by in the hallway. Now, I silently curse myself for coming down so early.
“You… are the recipient of a brand neewwww roommate!” She backs up immediately to gauge my reaction. First bewilderment, then relief, then curiosity.
“Um…You?” I ask hesitantly. Even though she is one of my closest friends, I know that I would not be able to make it more than a week with her and her special brand of awkwardness associated with a non-belief in personal space and normal behavior. She laughs to herself for a moment.
“No, silly!” She drops my hands. “I already have a roomie!” I frown.
“Well I did too, up until a few days ago…” I reflect on the girl I previously shared a room with. She was fun, and we were really good friends. But she had a terrible habit of sneaking off to the boy’s dormitory and doing God knows what till early the next morning. She had gotten caught a second time and I suppose the whole shebang was grounds for expulsion. No pun intended.
“Yeah well maybe this one won’t get caught doing the horizontal tango with the greater portion of the 3rd floor.”
“Uhm. Yeah. Hopefully.” I look to my side and see the rest of the posse heading our way. Smiling, I watch them as they walk toward us. In the group of girls are the epitomes of female popularity in the world of Alistair Academy. Team captains, Council members, etc. All glamorous in their own right. And I am their leader. Not bragging. They catch up to us and we talk about pointless gossip and then turn to walk down the hallway together as a beautiful loose unit. The other students watch us as we pass. Not unlike the Volturi...or the Cullens. But I digress.
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Those of us who have the same homeroom enter the somewhat bland space, and take a seat at our assigned tables. I sit by myself now due to the fact that my roommate was a whore. Mr. Fauser leans against his desk, clipboard in hand. He is a ruggedly handsome man. Brunette and fit. I’m not interested in him or anything, but beauty is something I can always appreciate. Because I draw. Settling into my uncomfortable chair, I turn around to look at George Welshman. He’s a little ginger who always stares at me. Cute. But short. And awkward. A broad smile crosses my face as our eyes meet and he looks away. Mr. Fauser clears his throat and everyone’s attention is brought to the front of the room.
“Class. A new student will begin attending our school starting today this morning.” I quietly ponder the amount of redundancy in that sentence. He gestures toward me. “Please bring me the lunch sign-up sheets from the back.” I get up and head towards the back of the room. Hopefully, the newbie won’t be a freakwad. Seeing as I’m sitting alone, they will probably have to sit next to me… I find myself gasping quietly as I realize that the new student is most likely my new roommate as well. Oh dear God.
“Everyone; this is Aiden.” I hear a few soft murmurs from the other students but my back is to the front of the room.
“Wow.”
“Dude.”
“Dibs.”
These and the several statements like it cause me to not be able to turn around fast enough.
“Please make her feel welcome.” Mr. Fauser ushers her further into the classroom. I’m staring and I know it. She seems to be slightly on the tall side and her frame is slender. She stands with such poise that if it were to come out that she is royalty, I would not be surprised in the least. The uniform suits her marvelously… the plaid skirt a credit to her lovely, toned legs. Knee length socks and a pair of black Converse. Over her white polo is a grey cardigan. It’s apparently a neck tie kind of day for her. A variety of bracelets cover her wrists. Her skin is perfectly pale and hair long, pitch black, and straight. Contrast. She is startlingly beautiful. Her ears are pierced 3 times on the left and 4 on the right. Suddenly, she looks straight at me with a smile creeping slowly onto her face, revealing perfectly white teeth. My heart nearly stops. OH SHEEIIT. Under those long dark eyelashes were a pair of eyes that are the strangest shade of brown. The lunch sheets hit the ground.
They are a near butterscotch mixed with amber.
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