Disclaimer: I still don't own Edward, or any other of the characters for that matter. They are the brilliant creation of Stephenie Meyer. I'm only borrowing them for a while. With that said, enjoy!
My Oh, So Amazing Life
EPOV (The Majority of this piece will be done in Edward's point of view. There could possible be some instances of Bella's point of view, I'm still unsure)
Mr. Barnette prattled on and on, seemingly unobserving the lifelessness of his class. Quite a few of my fellow students had drifted off, one, Tyler Crowley, had even begun to snore lightly. How much could one man lecture on Romeo and Juliet? I knew the story by heart, had read it ages ago at my other school. His occasional analysis and breakdown of the play was amateur at best. I could sum it up better than he could in much fewer words.
The classroom irked me as well. The lights were too bright, giving me a headache. To find a dark corner would be like finding the Holy Grail in this place. The white walls were grimy and appeared slightly grey. The floor was a God awful forest green tile. Every desk in the class room had some sort of message etched or inscribed upon it's surface. My desk currently read "Free at Last". I could only imagine some poor pathetic six year senior etching this in during his last day of class with the old buzzard. But who could blame him? I was ready to wood burn "Down with the Crow," into the wooden top of the desk.
Mr. Barnette caught my attention as he walked back and forth in front of the class, his pace slow and annoying. His posture was weird and it seemed that he never fully closed his mouth. Even with his slumped over gait he was over six feet tall, a bit taller than me actually. In his prime he might have been athletic with his enormous height. His grey suit jacket clashed with his black trousers, and his argyle sweater looked atrocious. Had he dressed without looking at a mirror? His voice was bothersome as well, so very monotone. He continued to lecture on and on, but I could simply take no more.
I rolled my eyes at his tiresome lecture and grabbed my book bag from the floor. I threw my old copy of Shakespeare's plays into it, and zipping it up, I rose from my desk.
"And where do you think you're going Mr. Masen?" Mr. Barnette asked as I strode past him towards the door.
"Out," I muttered as I continued. As I walked through the door I caught a glimpse of the pretty brunette that sat in the front row. She was beautiful, no, more than that. Words couldn't describe her. She did, however, seemed un-amused at my display and turned her gaze to the window. Of course it was raining out, we where in Forks, Washington the most sunless place on the planet Earth.
"Detention," Mr. Barnette replied simply. We had been down this road before. But I'd take detention a hundred times over than listen to him go on for an hour over something that could be summed up in fifteen minutes. The only thing I'd miss about his class was the brunette, Bella. Such an appropriate name, I could stare at her for an eternity. But she and I would never work out. We were from two different worlds.
I took my detention as I always did, happily. I welcomed the silence of the room with open arms as I settled into my usual desk, this one reading "There once was a man from Nantucket.." and the rest was etched out. I suppose some creative poet decided to leave his mark. It was sad the rest of his composition had been erased.
I'd just stay here for the remainder of the day. Better here than home at least. Unfortunately, I was badly mistaken. About two class periods into my "sentence", my name was called over the loud speaker to report to the guidance councilor's office. Begrudgingly, I got up from the comfort of my chair and walked down the hall to the small room that housed the councilor.
As I walked in I was greeted by the warm smile of the brown headed guidance councilor, Mrs. Cullen. But also present was Mr. Barnette, whose expression was less than happy.
"Hello Mr. Masen, please have a seat," Mrs. Cullen said pointing to a chair next to my beloved English teacher. The soft pink vinyl was a nice change from the hard wood of my desk in detention. She had attempted to brighten up the office with homey touches. A flower arrangement was sitting on her file cabinet and a needlepoint reading "Home Sweet Home" hung on the wall behind her. She was a regular Mary Poppins, splendid.
"What seems to be the problem?" I asked dully, knowing full well the answer that would come.
"It seems you haven't been going to class, or rather leaving it," she answered. There was no malice in her voice, and under different circumstances I might have even liked her. Now, she was just a thorn in my side to be dealt with. I didn't respond; I just nodded in understanding of her words. Why would I contest it? It was true; I had left his class and often hadn't shown up. There was no need in lying; that would only add to my sentence, if I was getting one.
"He hasn't sat through one class all this semester," the old crow complained.
"Is this true?" Mrs. Cullen asked as she turned her attention to me.
"Yeah," I answered shrugging indifferently.
"And what do you have to say for yourself?" Mr. Barnette asked turning in his chair to face me.
"Nothing," I quipped, infuriating him further. It was obvious that my lackluster responses were not what he expected. He wanted me to contest what he said, to argue with him. I simply submitted that I had done what he accused and had nothing to say for myself.
"Nothing?" Mrs. Cullen asked, her expression turning sad.
"Mr. Barnette, could you please give Mr. Masen and I some time alone please?" she asked turning towards the gray old buzzard. He didn't seem to like these turn of events, but complied nonetheless.
"Ok," he muttered as he got up and practically stomped out of the room, pushing his ancient spectacles up his nose as he left- a habit that drove me insane.
"Now, Mr. Masen, could we please talk seriously for a moment?" Mrs. Cullen asked eying me.
"What is there to say?" I asked, not wanting to chat with her.
"You do realize that if you don't pass his class you will have to repeat the twelfth grade?" she asked, a serious tone taking over the kind one. Much like a parent would address an unruly child. Assessing her, I could tell she was the motherly type, caring and loving. I shrugged. In truth, I didn't know. I had to admit to myself that I really didn't want to repeat my senior year. This school was my own personal hell, entrapping me within it's walls and draining out my very soul. I couldn't handle another year, I just couldn't.
"He's going to fail you," she sighed.
"Then I guess I have nothing to do," I stated. Great, another year in the seventh circle, only Lucifer himself could make this more torturous.
"I have talked to him however, and if you attend the rests of his classes, three more weeks, complete your senior project with an A, he will pass you," she said matter-of-factly. I stared at her in disbelief. How could she convince him of anything? He hated me.
"I can still pass?" I asked in disbelief.
"Ok," I said, still in doubt. I could sit through a couple of the crow's lectures, and I could get an A on the project. If he graded me fairly, that is.
"So, do you plan on going to class, or do you want to take the failing grade now?" she asked, assessing my reaction.
"I'll go to class," I answered un-emotionally.
"Very well, is there anything else you'd like to talk about Edward?" she asked.
"Nothing going on at home, no problems?" she queried.
"No," I lied as I stood from my chair.
"Alright then. I hope to hear good news from you next time. If you need to talk I'm here," she said sweetly as I left the room. I rolled my eyes and went back to my detention. At least I had one more day of peace before I had to encounter the rest of my torment.
(A/N: Needless to say, Edward is way out of character in this story. But I promise there is more to him than just a bad attitude. This is different than the other stories that I have done, a lot actually. I hope you all will enjoy this change. I can't really go into detail, it would ruin the plot. Thanks for reading this and giving it a chance. Let me know what you think? Hate it? Like it? Need to read more? Review and let me know what you think. Thanks to my awesome beta Shanbug07, she keeps my stories rocking, lol. This is also a project for my creative writing class, hence the difference. My writing style needs to broaden, at least I think so. But, you can thank or curse that class for this piece)