A/N: This is my second full story for FF. The story is mine. I'm just borrowing the characters. They belong to the goddess, Stephenie Meyer.
Reviews are very welcome, but, please, no flames.
Let me know what you think. I have written several chapters already. If no one likes the story, then, I will not bother to post the others.
This chapter was beta'd by flamingpen18.
GPOV (general point of view)
Bella Swan watched the cafeteria. Forks High School students weren't very mature. One would think that a town of 3,000 people would have strong, mature teenagers, but these kids were far from it. Even the teachers weren't on her wavelength.
"Seriously, does anyone here act their age?" she mumbled to herself.
"What was that?" Bella turned to the Weber girl. Angela Weber, the only person Bella had met that seemed to have a brain. The girl was looking at her curiously. "Oh, I was just wondering if it always rained."
Angela smiled and nodded shyly. That was a good thing. She was the quiet and thoughtful type. "We have History of the World next. Do you like to be early?" she asked.
"Yeah, let's go." Bella and Angela collected their things and made their way to the door. A girl walked by and sneered to her friend, "What nerds." Angela kept on walking, but Bella stopped.
"Compared to you, You Brainless Twit, I'll take that as a compliment." Blondie stopped. "
"What did you say to me?" the blonde asked.
Bella just shrugged. " Nothing, other than the fact that I said that you lack basic intelligence. What did your parents do to you?"
The girl sputtered. "They give me everything I want because they love me."
"Apparently not. Look at how you turned out. They don't love you. You're tolerated because they don't want to hear you whine. So, grow up, pull your head out of your rectum, and improve your attitude. I can see your friend agrees with me." The brunette next to her blushed because she was caught.
"Let's go, Angela." Bella left the girl and her friend in opened mouth shock in the cafeteria.
"Wow! You told her off quickly, and didn't even give her a chance to speak." Angela said amazed.
"Yeah, it's all about attitude, quick wit, and your arsenal of insults." The walk to History was spent in silence. The classroom was vast and teacher free. "I'm sure you'll sit here, but you should probably wait for the teacher, just in case."
"Just in case, what, Ms. Weber?" Angela glanced behind Bella and blushed. "Uh, where Bella should sit, Sir."
I turned to the teacher. He was the finest piece of male flesh I'd ever had the privilege of laying my two eyes on. I believe I hear the angels singing, I thought. Then, I realized that I was ogling him like a chocoholic in a Godiva shop.
"Is this the new student, Isabella Swan?" The perfect male specimen asked.
Ugh, Isabella. "Just Bella," I corrected.
His eyes sparkled and his mouth tilted up in a smirk. "I am your teacher, Aro Volturi."
Is he purring?
"I have your books right here," he continued in a wonderful Italian accent.
Gorgeous and foreign. A woman's dream come true. He proceeded to hand me three different books.
"Ms. Weber is correct, Bella. You will be seated up front." He took my slip and signed it in the most beautiful script ever. "Welcome aboard." He shook my hand and gave me a quizzical look.
What is he doing ? I could feel a push on my mind. Is trying to...? What the..? Is he even human?
Students began to pile in then, breaking our staring contest. Holy crap! He isn't human. What is he?
"These children are so below my intelligence level. It's astonishing." The women of today have no self respect, or respect for the superiors. Such an egregious display of gratitude. Plus, vulgar language not fit for a young woman's ears. "These students need much shaping, Carlisle. I saw a boy today with so many holes in his head, you would think his father was an excavator."
"I know, Aro, but times have changed. People don't possess any morals now, and parents have become too lenient when rearing their children," Carlisle replied.
I sighed. "Carlisle, I can not wait for this 'blessing' to come." I heard him groan.
There was a brief pause before he finally answered. "We have enough blood in stock."
"Carlisle, my self control is unrivaled. I am talking about how far humanity has fallen. I always strive to see the better in everyone, but the humans of this day and age are a disappointment to nature. Living with no restraint or respect for the lives they are lucky enough to have, is disgusting."
"I know, but have patience, Aro. Not everyone is so totally depraved. Give them some time. Someone will shine through," Carlisle encouraged.
Though I am much older than Carlisle, I do rely on him for advice. He always speaks to me with an intrepid heart, never hesitating to speak his mind. I have read his thoughts. So, I know, personally, what he thinks.
"I will attempt it, Carlisle, but I can make no promises," I told him defeated.
"That's all I ask for. I'll see you this evening."
"Yes," I responded. I hung up and glanced at my watch. Class in five minutes. More nagging girls looking for any excuse to touch me. When did women become so brazen? I know harlots who are more conservative. Not personally, though. I get to see their every sickening fantasy involving me, and oh, so many others.
Coming upon my class, I overheard some voices. Angela Weber was one of them. Besides any of the Cullen children, she was my brightest student. I didn't know she had a friend. In fact, I have never read her mind.
"I'm sure you'll sit here, but you should probably wait for the teacher just in case," I heard her say to someone.
"Just in case, what, Ms. Weber?" I entered the room to see a very shy Ms. Weber and what I was hoping was a girl. All I saw was a long mane of well tended hair.
"Uh, where Bella should sit, Sir," Ms. Weber mumbled with a blush.
Praise be. A girl, named Bella.
When she turned, I almost fell into a trance. Such an unexpected breath of fresh air. She had large doe eyes, soft full lips, accompanied by waist length mahogany locks, and soft feminine curves.
Sia lode, an actual woman! She must be the new student, for I have never seen someone so lovely!
" Is this the new student, Isabella Swan?" I asked Ms. Weber.
" Just Bella," Mia Stella corrected me.
I couldn't help the smirk I presented her with. A woman who knows what she wants, without going overboard. " I am your teacher, Aro Volturi." I purred, which I noticed she blushed at. "I have your books right here," I added in the most alluring voice I could manage.
"Ms. Weber is correct. You will be seated upfront." So, that I can keep a very close eye on you, Mia Cara. "Welcome aboard."
I shook her hand, and to my astonishment, I saw nothing. I watched her eyes widen slightly before her heartbeat accelerated. We couldn't keep eye contact because my students decided to appear and ruin my day even further. Well, I can figure Isabella out as I teach her. Oh, yes, Isabella. I will ferret out all of your esoteric thoughts.
Sia Lode- (Italian) praise be
Mia Stella- (Italian) my star
Mia Cara- (Italian) my dear