Mute

BPOV

It was my first day of school, though it was already half-way into the semester of my junior year. School bored me. It was day after day of the same crap I'd already learned. I'd moved here because it recently dawned on my workaholic mother that I wasn't receiving the proper parental care. Like my dad could do any better. He was always working or fishing, that's Charlie for ya.

It was a good thing that news spreads like wildfire in a small town like Forks. I didn't need to introduce myself. They wouldn't have understood me anyway. I couldn't talk and no one knew sign language.

I'd turned down the offer to sit with my classmates at lunch, so that I'd have some time to myself. I grabbed some lunch and sat at a table by the window, overlooking the wet, verdant forest. I stared for what seemed like an insurmountable time, absorbing in all the shapes and textures of the woods. I pondered how the rain could represent so many different things to people. To some, it was refreshing, to others it was dreary. I thought that the rain was peaceful, it helped lull me to sleep at night, but the thunder that followed always shook me with fright.

I was lost in my thoughts until I suddenly felt the sensation that someone was watching me. Granted, since I was the new girl, everyone's gaze was on me at one point or another, but this feeling was different. I ignored everyone's glares, but I still felt like someone's stare was burning holes into my back. I turned my head slowly and swept the room as if I were merely looking at the clock to check the time. Then, I saw him. A pale boy with bronze hair was giving me the weirdest look. He cocked his head to one side and his face held a slight frown. I immediately felt self-conscious and looked down to hide my blush.

Thank God the bell rang a few seconds later. I hadn't even touched my food. I quickly took a bite of my sandwich and a swig of chocolate milk as I made my way to the trash cans to empty my tray. Everyone filed out and I followed, heading to my next class, Biology.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw the demi-god in the back of the class. It was that boy again. This time, his face held a grimace that contorted his angular facial features. I realized that the seat next to his was the only one available. I took in a deep breath as I made my way over to his, now our, desk. His eyes never left mine and as I stared, I noticed the ominous black coloring. When I sat down, he shifted so that he was on the extreme edge of his seat, as far away from me as possible. What the heck is his problem? No one else seemed bothered by my presence. I sat as still as humanly possible, not giving him a reason to lash out at me. I didn't know what he was doing because I was too scared to even chance a glance at him. The bell rang and he darted out of his seat like his life depended on it.

I sat out at gym, but still managed to get hurt in the process, tripping up the steps on my way to the bleachers. The gym filled with laughter momentarily before the coach calmed everyone down. I was a danger to myself and everyone around me. I wish this day would just be over already! And like God heard my request, class was over and school was out. I walked to the parking lot and got into my century-old truck. I drove the monstrous thing home and plopped on the couch to read a book about rain. Whenever something interests me, I read up on it, trying to gleam as much information as I possibly can before the day's end. I usually give up interest in about a day.

The next day at school, I found myself ignoring the lessons altogether and instead, played with my rubiks cube. I had gotten the thing before I boarded the plane to Forks, Washington, but I have yet to solve it. As I became more and more frustrated with the colorful puzzle, my mind started to wander. I was thinking about something I saw in the newspaper this morning. A man had injured his head, leaving him with amnesia. So I wondered what it would feel like to wake up one morning with no recollection of who you are, where you've been, or what to do next. With my mind preoccupied, I almost missed it when the boy in my biology class spoke to me.

"Hey, Bella. My name is Edward Cullen. Sorry I didn't introduce myself the other day, I was in a bad mood, and didn't want to take it on you."

So his name was Edward. Hmmm seems befitting, I can't really picture calling him Ed or Eddie. I nodded and wrote on my note pad that I always had on hand.

Hey Edward. Nice to meet you.

"How's Forks treating you?"

I shrugged and wrote, It's fine. That was my go-to answer for everything.

He nodded, probably thinking of questions that require more than my monosyllabic answers. "Do you have any hobbies?"

Not really, I replied. Guess I should make more of an effort. But I like to ponder a lot of things. I suppose that takes up most, if not all of my time.

"Really? What kind of things do you ponder?" His face a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

It depends on what catches my attention. Yesterday I thought about the rain and today I thought about amnesia.

"Those are two very different things."

I grinned. Yes, they are.

"Why do you ponder so much?"

I don't know. I guess I like learning. Everyday, something triggers my mind and I start to think about it. Then, when I get home, I do research on it to find out as much as I can about it.

"Why the need for such immersion?"

By the time the day's over, I usually lose interest. So, I try to cram as much information as I can into my brain. I figure its useless to waste my mental efforts if I don't get something out of it.

"So you know everything about some things, but not some thing about everything?"

Yes, I suppose you could put it that way. I'm surprised I understood his deluded question.

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