Human ~~ Jasper Whitlock - Hale ~~~

02

I get dressed for school the next morning. I don't get gussied up, it is a small school, if that means anything at all. I brush my mid-back length hair and I spray on some Victoria's Secret perfume. I put my boots on and I make my way downstairs.

Mama claims she is driving me today, before work. I will have to ride the bus until they can get me my own car. I get into the new family vehicle, a red Nissan Altima. I fasten my seatbelt before she starts it up, along with the heater.

I enter the school and the whispers begin almost immediately. They call me a pole and a beanstock. A girl with a pixie haircut shuts them up and she smiles at me.

"I'm Alice Cullen, I would love to be your friend." She shakes my hand.

"I'm Penelope Peterson, and I would like to be your friend too." I smile.

She helps me around the school when I get my schedule. I share all my classes with her. I have met her family. Jasper seems a little rude and he likes to glare at me, but not in a hateful manner. More like he is in some form of pain.

Alice insists I sit with them at lunch, which Ido. I eat one chicken fry and I am finished. I haven't eaten much in three years. I haven't really had an appetite. I tell Alice ad her family my story.

"Oh, wow." Alice coos.

Her boyfriend, Bobby, smiles sadly at me. Jasper is silent, as always. He still looks so pained. I sigh as I nibble at the mashed potatoes on my tray. Edward is watching me with curious eyes.

"Where did you move from?" Edward asks.

"Pennsylvania." I reply.

Rosalie has a gnarl on her face while looking at a table across the cafeteria. A brunette with a rustic look is sitting over there, twirling her hair. Edward has a hard look on his face when he looks at her.

"Who is she?" I ask.

"Isabella Swan, she began today as well." Edward mutters dryly.

I look over at Bella, she might like that name better, and I shrug. She seems pretty normal, despite her rustic fashion taste. She could look a tad more girly.

"She seems normal, despite her rustic fashion taste." I shrug.

Rosalie smirks at my statement but she agrees, nonetheless. Alice points out that her hair is dry; does as bathe? I gnarl my nose like Rosalie and I finish my food slowly.

Alice walks with me to the bus outside the school. She and I talk about the next day. She wants me to wear something to show off my tattoo on my back. It will be warm but cloudy tomorrow.

"Alright, I will." I finally tell Alice.

She hugs me before skipping off to her vehicle. I get onto the big yellow bus for home. I sit in the very back and I hold my knees to my chest. At home, I go straight to my room.

I do my biology and calculus homework before I go to the bathroom connected to my room. I always a twenty minute shower. I dry myself off before putting my pajamas on.

Mama makes supper after her shower. She is a paramedic. She took a shower before she even went near our fridge. She makes pot roast and mashed potatoes. Dad is a surgeon, he has night shift so he won't be home until morning.

After eating my supper, I go up to my room. I climb into my very cozy bed and I close my eyes. I eventually let sleep consume me.