Hi guys, I am soo sorry about the year long gap between updates. A lot of stuff has been happening and writing has had to take a back seat, but that should be over now. I don't really have much of an idea yet of how long this story should be. At first it was only going to be a couple of chapters but now I was thinking of making it longer. What do you think?
Also, I plan to update about every two weeks. Sometimes more often if I can, and quite possible sometimes less often. But no more huge gaps, or if I think that it might be a while I will at least let you know.
Also, I know that a lot of people don't like that my chapters are so short. I am sorry about that and I'll try to work on it. To be honest I just really love cliff-hangers. :P
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Not wanting to face her again, I turned and walked into the back room of the store, shutting the door to the store, and her, behind me.
I waited in there, cursing myself and trying to convince myself that I had really done the right thing for what felt like hours, but was probably only 20 minutes or so.
I knew she wouldn't still be out there, and she hadn't followed me. Why should she have? I was a bastard to her and I took advantage of her, but as I opened the door and returned to the front of the store, I couldn't help but hope.
She was gone.
No sign that she had been there at all.
Nothing, not one thing.
And that's when I noticed the note folded neatly and placed on the counter.
"Okay, guys! Everyone back to your seats for maths time."
I watched as nineteen little eight year olds dropped their toys on the floor and hurried towards their desks, and smiled at how eager they still were to learn.
Having only just graduated from college with a teaching degree, this is my first year on the job. But I couldn't have asked for a better bunch of kids. With the job opportunities for teachers at an all-time low, I was forced to take a job in a small town that nobody had ever heard of named 'Forks', and my expectations had been pretty low. But I found myself loving my new home. From my new job, to my new friends…
I jumped and looked up, startled by the perky voice right beside me.
"Uh, hi?" The tiny woman standing in front of me was bouncing on her heels and had a huge grin spread over her face, and I had never seen her or anyone like her before in my life.
"I'm Alice! I work next door and I saw you here and I just know that we are gonna be best friends!" It took me a minute to decipher exactly what she had said, her words having been so fast paced it was more of a blur of sound than a cognitive sentence.
"I'm.. Bella? I work at the primary school." I hesitantly offer, not entirely sure what is 'up' with this girl yet.
"Hi, Bella!" She waved enthusiastically and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
Alice had turned out to be the owner of a little clothing store where she sold her own designs. She was way too excitable and energetic, possible a little bit insane, and she was also my new best friend.
It was nearly a month ago that we had met; only a few days after I had moved here and we had been practically inseparable ever since.
She was also the only person I had told about the tattoo shop incident.
"It was nice to meet you, but you should leave now." His face, so open and inviting mere minutes before was now a closed book.
I stood there, lost, not sure what had happened or what to do next. As I watched he glanced briefly at me once more, no expression on his beautiful face, and then he turned sharply and, slamming the door behind him, went into the back room and left me there.
It hadn't taken long after he had left for the humiliation and self-retribution to kick in full blast.
The note was an apology that I had left in a split second rush of hurt and embarrassment…
Now, just over a month later and I had not seen Edward again. Nor could I yet figure out what had possessed me to act like such a hussy. No wonder he had turned me away. Before that day I had barely even kissed a boy, and here I nearly had sex with him right after meeting him. Ugh!
"Miss Bella?" I was pulled out of my internal musings by one of my third graders asking a question, and so the day went on.
When I got home from work that night and I went through my usual night time routine of making dinner whilst thinking through my plans for lessons the next day. I found my mind wondering, as it had been doing with increasing frequency as of late, what Edward was doing right at this moment. And wondering if I would ever see him again.