New story again, Twilight this time.

I just own the plot.


Without a Future

A lone figure slowly walked towards Forks High School. Dressed in black jeans, a dark zip-up hoodie and sneakers the person, who was a girl, looked like any normal eighteen-year-old, but she wasn't. Since three years back she had been homeless.

She did draw some attention – she carried three bags around; a sport bag, its contents a big, green towel, her toilet bag with all of her things concerning hygiene, a plastic carry with spare things of the same kind as in the toilet bag and several pairs of gloves, mittens, thick oversocks and every shirt she had.

She also had two shoulder bags, a black bought one and a red self-made one. In the black bag she had a wallet with all of her money, a few books and writing pads and a pencil box containing three pencils, a pen, two erasers and a pencil sharpener. In the red bag were two pairs of sweatpants and a regular hoodie.

For three years she had been carrying everything she owned around in those bags every day. The amount of time was different for each day, but it was rather needless to say that her shoulders, neck and the area between her shoulder blades often hurt.

Three years ago her family's house had burned down. She had been out that night together with her friends. When she came home, everything that was left was the smoking remains of their house. Firemen, the police and neighbors surrounded her, but she was too absent to notice them. She had lost them, Charlie and Renée. She hadn't listened to the voices around her, so she didn't know if they were dead or injured. But anyway, it didn't matter. She was alone.

Finally she reached the door to the school's front office. The difference between the cold outdoors and the warmth indoors was big enough to cause a gasp to escape from her throat.

A red haired woman who was wearing glasses looked up at the newcomer. "How may I help you, my dear?" she asked in a friendly tone.

"I'm here to see Mr. Greene," the girl answered. "I'm Bella Swan."

A smile spread over the receptionist's face. "Bella, you're awaited," she said. "My name is Shelly Cope. I'll inform Harold immediately." Shelly stood up and walked away, leaving Bella to herself by her desk. Bella didn't mind at all; she was thankful for that she could spend some time somewhere warm.

"You can come in now," Ms. Cope said a few minutes later when she returned.

Bella followed the woman to the room that served as the principal's office. By the desk a man with small eyes sat, and he stood up and extended his hand for Bella to shake it.

"Welcome, Bella," he said, offering her a small smile. He had a stern voice, but right now his tone was light and friendly. "Close the door, please, Shelly."

Ms. Cope nodded and closed the door.

"So, Bella," Mr. Greene began. "I believe you are here because of the post as a teacher's assistant."

"Yes," Bella answered.

"Do you have any specific subjects in mind?" he asked.

"No. If it's possible, I'd like to assist in every subject except for P.E. but at the same time be there as a student."

The principal's eyebrows knit together as he scowled. "That's an unusual favor to ask for. I don't know if it's possible. Why do you ask me of this?"

She sighed. "Mr. Greene, you do know that I'm homeless, I presume? I need the money to survive and I want to graduate."

"Wait a second, what money?" Mr. Greene looked surprised and raised his eyebrows.

"My wage," Bella explained, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. If she didn't get any money, then she'd have to go back to work 24/7 like she had before. Sure, helping at the library during the day and at a bar at night was not so bad, since the librarians let her into the building really early in the morning so she could sleep indoors for a few hours. They even bought her things.

But Bella's biggest dream was to graduate. She knew college was way out of her reach, but there was a slight chance that she could manage to graduate from high school.

"Wage?" Mr. Greene said, as if he'd never heard the word before in his entire life.

"I don't ask for much," Bella said hurriedly, afraid she maybe would lose him. "Just enough so I can survive high school."

Mr. Greene seemed intrigued. "Go on," he said, leaning forward in anticipation.

Bella knew that he didn't genuinely care about her well being, but maybe if she told him how she was and what had happened to her, then maybe he would accept what she begged for.

A longing smile touched Bella's lips and her eyes brightened. "I don't have a future the way things are now, but if I graduate from high school I've achieved my goal in this life." Her smile faded and the light in her eyes died. "I understand if you don't want me here, but I beg you, please let me do this. I want this so much."

Mr. Greene was touched by her words; he was on the verge of tears, actually. "Well…I guess it wouldn't hurt if I gave you this opportunity," he said. "You're free to skip P.E., but you have to attend to all of the other classes."

Bella's heart swelled. "Thank you," she said, her appreciation and gratitude evident in her trembling voice. "Thank you so much."

"Now, I'm afraid I can't give you much money," Mr. Greene said.

"It doesn't have to be that much," Bella objected. "How much can you give me?"

He contemplated this for a while. "Since you're not a real teacher and you'll be a student, too…Will ten dollars a week be enough?"

"Two dollars a day then," Bella said.

"Are you not satisfied?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant," she protested. "It's perfect. Can you give me everything on Friday afternoon?"

"Friday is today."

"I mean Friday next week, naturally."

"Of course I can," he said. "So you want all of your money at the end of the week instead of a little every day?"

"Yes. I think it's better that way."

"Very well. I believe we're finished then," Mr. Greene said, stood up and extended his hand again to say goodbye. "I will inform the teachers about your situation and our agreement. I expect you to be in the front office before eight o'clock on Monday morning."

"I'll be here a quarter to eight."

"Excellent, Ms. Swan. I'll see you on Monday. Goodbye." He dismissed her with a slight wave of his hand.

"Did it go well?" Ms. Cope asked when Bella passed her desk on her way out again.

"Yes," Bella smiled. "I'll be back on Monday."

"Have a nice day, dear," Ms. Cope called before Bella disappeared out through the door.

When Bella was outside again, her face retook the gloomy expression she usually wore. It's too hard to look happy all the time when you don't have a home and you carry around everything you own in three bags.

She walked across the school grounds while thinking about where she was going to spend the night. It was October and cold outside, but she didn't think she would be able to find a warm place to sleep tonight. If she would be able to fall asleep at all, that is.

Since she walked and looked at the ground while doing so, she didn't notice the person walking in her direction until she collided with the body and landed on the ground. She was rather speechless when she looked up and saw the face of the person she had bumped into.

"I'm sorry, are you hurt?" the boy asked, concern in his velvety voice. His perfect chiseled face and emerald green eyes held the same consideration. He held out his hand to help her up.

"No, I'm fine," Bella replied with a faint smile as she accepted his offer and took his hand. "Just a little dazed."

"I haven't seen you before. Are you new?" he wondered.

Bella dusted herself off. "I was on a visit today. I'm starting on Monday."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," she lied. She didn't want to come up with an explanation why she was in the same class as seventeen-year-olds when she was eighteen years old herself.

His eyes seemed to laugh with joy as he smiled crookedly, which nearly knocked the breath out of her. "Same as me, then. I hope we'll get to have class together."

"Me too." Oh God, why did she say that? She'd met this absolutely gorgeous boy a minute ago and she was already falling for him? Once he found out she was homeless, he wouldn't even as much as glance at her. It was always like that.

"Er, listen, I gotta go," Bella said, even though all she wanted was to stay here with this boy.

A cold wind passed them, lifting Bella's long, brown hair and tousled the boy's unruly bronze locks. Bella instantly knew this night was going to be unpleasant.

"At least tell me your name first," he asked her.

"Bella."

"Edward," he answered with another crooked smile.

Bella's stomach churned at the beautiful sight. "Nice to meet you, Edward." The phrase she uttered was nice and polite, but her voice held traces of sorrow.

"Nice to meet you, too, Bella."

"I'll see you later," she said in a low voice as she pushed past him and hurried off in another direction. She didn't want him to see the tears that suddenly had filled her eyes and now threatened to roll down her face.


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