In life, most things are just static.
If you think about the amount of time you spend doing the things you actually love, versus all the time you spend just getting through the day, it's quite depressing. Especially if your job isn't something you love. It's similar to listening to a radio that rarely plays the kind of music you like through the static; you can get used to it, but never be truly happy about it.
That's why I decided to focus my life on doing absolutely everything to ensure my future would be filled with good songs, so to speak.
I always knew what I wanted; and I had the thrive and the ability to get it. The silly girls like Jessica Stanley or Lauren Mallory, from High School, thought that the most important thing in life was to be madly in love with a gorgeous guy. But being a child of divorced parents taught me a lot; true love was a fantasy. Someone might argue that my parents simply weren't made for each other, but I knew better. All boyfriends my mother ever had and every single one of the couples I had witnessed had ended the same way: brokenhearted and sorry about the things they threw out the window so they could be together. The alternative wasn't much better: settling for a life with someone, just so they wouldn't be alone.
A medical degree. That was my soul dream; my best friend all throughout High School, Alice Brandon, tried to change my mind, but with no success. I was stubborn.
And ambitious. I was determined to do whatever it took to make my dream come true. The first time I helped my mother with her injuries, I found that my presence soothed people, and that the feeling of helping another human being in a time of pain was my true calling.
And I would get my heart's desire; I simply had to move through some static to get there.
The morning was cold, even though September was just saying goodbye; it was 7 A.M. and I was already on my way out the dorm and to my first class. I had scrapped, sweated and bled my way, but got a full scholarship to Dartmouth's Medical School.
I felt goose bumps rising on my arms; the jacket I had picked out with Alice's help wasn't warm enough. I thought, with a hint of jealousy, of how she stayed in the comfortable dorm room. I eyed my reflection in one of the glass doors of the building, briefly. I wasn't much to look at; pale complexion, long wavy hair in the same brown as my eyes, short and svelte. It didn't matter to me.
There weren't many students yet; I made sure to make my way there early, so I could take my time finding my class, instead of being the obvious damsel in distress of a freshman and ask the first senior I saw. I wasn't interested in making friends; that was just another form of static. Alice had been the exception; she understood me well and made her way into my heart, in a respectful but disagreeing way. She believed in love and that I was missing out on something. I just hoped she wouldn't get severely hurt before she came to agree with me. Surely college would occupy all my time. As the corridors filled up, I finally found the right class – with not a lot of time to spare – and went in.
To my surprise, it was completely empty, with the exception of one boy on the front row. He looked my age, although that was the extent of our similarity. Even sitting down, I could tell he was tall; the rising sun shining through the windows made his disheveled reddish brown hair glow slightly, and accentuated his perfect Greek –like profile. The longs sleeves of his blue shirt were gently rolled up, showing his defined forearm.
I stopped myself from gawking; releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding, I went to sit down, a few chairs away from him. I scolded myself for being so affected by his presence, even if he was abnormally beautiful. Surely he was used to that kind of reaction by now.
I had the strangest urge to look at him some more, to take notice on all the details so I could store them in my memory. I struggled against it, the worse part of me winning; I stole one more look at him through the curtain of my hair. He hadn't move, probably not even noticing my silent entry, as he was reading a book.
I was released of my trance by the sound of heavy footsteps; a middle-aged man entered the room, setting his briefcase and books without as much as a glance our way. He seemed surprised to see anyone there, when he finally took notice of the two of us.
"Good morning. I'm Mr. Gaspard, your Anatomy I teacher."
"Good morning", both I and the boy answered, although my voice sounded more like a squeak when compared to his velvet tone.
"I'm sorry… but I wasn't expecting any students today… You see, it's just the first class, and I understand there's a lot of hazing to be done, even for the brave souls who are awake after the parties".
His tone was relaxed and I found myself laughing. Partying and taking part in hazing were two aspects of the college experience I wouldn't be sad to miss on.
"As long as you're here… Why don't you introduce yourselves?" Mr. Gaspard asked, leaning against the desk and signaling me.
"I'm Bella Swan, from Forks, Washington", I managed out, turning then to see the boy's presentation. I was curious, even though I couldn't come up with a logical reason for that. He was looking at me, in all his glory, with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I had ever seen.
"Edward Cullen, from Chicago", he answered the teacher, after holding my gaze for a moment.
Great. Now he probably thought I was some small town girl. Not that there was anything wrong with that; not that his opinion mattered in any way.
"Well, I was considering taking up one or two assistants to aid me; it doesn't pay anything, and it would mean extra work, but you'd have access to a lot of material before anyone else and the credits are always nice. It occurred to me, since you two seem to be dedicated students, you might want to consider it. Let me know."
After this, the teacher was already turning to leave; I wasn't having that.
"I would love to", I heard myself say, thrilled with the opportunity.
"Me too", I heard. What? Looking to my left, I saw Edward smiling slightly, apparently as happy as I was with the prospect of extra work.
"Well, you are indeed dedicated", Mr. Gaspard laughed. "Alright then. See you in my office, Wednesday at 8 A.M. sharp."
I saw the teacher leave, and bent down to pick up my messenger bag, sensing Edward leaving the room. I was anxious and ecstatic, which made my head spin. The worst part was the discomfort; the gut-wrenching feeling that came with the knowledge that I wasn't this ecstatic about the assistant position as much as I was with the fact that Edward would be doing it with me.
Still sitting, I clamped my eyes shut. Damn it. A migraine made its presence known, as due to the sudden increase of static.