History

I flicked my fingers through my silky hair once more. It was a fluid motion but it felt so unnatural. I hated it down; it hadn't been like this for a long time. It had always tied up in a bun, tidy. A sudden, icy wind quickly ran through the air. I could hardly feel it of course, yet my hair bucked up and down as it danced around. Alec suppressed a chuckle. I glared at him past my scratched dark, forest green contact lenses. He would pay for that later.

"Ahh! Janie-Jane," I rolled my eyes as he thrust his arm around me. "This will be fun!" I turned back to face him with a disbelieving look on my face.

"This," I whispered, "will be fun?" I hissed my question at him as he looked away. This was seriously the stupidest thing Aro had ever made us do. Ever.

I turned back to face a hoard of putrid-smelling adolescent girls. Their little expensive glass-cased fragrances frosted their hot, salty blood underneath. I wanted it so badly!

Alec gripped the upper part of my arm, warily watching my rigid back as I tried to curl it to an attack. Why did he have to have so much more control than me? It was infuriating.

I felt a sharp blow strike the back of my head. As I stood upright again Alec relaxed his grip and poked me forward. I groaned as I shuffled a little.

We had attracted too much attention already.

"They are just wondering who we are Jane," Alec's voice whispered somewhere next to my ear. I could see that he too was frequently becoming disorientated from his dark green contacts as well.

I reminded myself not to breathe though it didn't help. These alien creatures around us skipped past leaving their warm heat behind. As Alec and I entered through the turgid, wooden doors we walked underneath the sign that I dreaded most to see.

'NORTHLAND HIGH SCHOOL'

"I think we have to go to the front desk…" Alec wavered on this comment. He knew my reaction.

"I am NOT talking to those… things." I fought back, but there was no way we couldn't. They had seen us already.

"Alec and Jane… Ardeo?" The short, round office lady asked.

I hissed quietly. "Yeah," Alec replied. "Yeah that's us." I glanced around taking everything in. This school wasn't modern, but by the faint smell of fresh paint in the air it had recently been done up.

"Your timetable my dear."

I turned my head back to face. She looked so condescending, which was annoying. I was probably older than her great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother. My hand twitched as I slowly brought it up to take the sheets she had left on the desk in front of me. The muscle wanted to move faster, at a more normal speed. This slow pace was agitating. I quickly looked down as fast as I dared. Both Alec and I were supposed to fit in, like regular teenagers. But when were we ever normal?

Gazing to my right I noted that Alec had started moving down the brightly lit corridor, following the map he had been given. I left the too smiley office lady, power-walking to Alec.

"Haha! Hey Janie check it out, Aro put us in Latin class." He looked at me gleefully. I sighed.

"What? He doesn't think that we can speak Latin well enough already?" I must have said it quite harshly because Alec stiffened his stance a little. How could I know? He should've realised by now that every little detail of this brick-prison building was frustrating.

"Come on." I could tell by the strain of his voice he was trying not to get angry with my stubborn attitude.

We ended up walking two different flights of stairs and walking in on a Year nine French class. Ten minutes of the lesson were gone by the time Alec and I arrived at our first class; history.

As we sauntered through the light almond wooden door, twenty-five pairs of clear, weary eyes landed on us. My own flickered around identifying each of bodies in here as human. Alec handed over a piece of paper; the young male teacher looked at me expectantly.

I stared back at him for a second then realised that I was supposed to give him the same piece of paper that he had received from Alec.

I looked back at my sheets of paper. There was a map, a timetable, a letter for parents (hah! Felix would get a kick out of that.) And lastly a sheet that I assumed all the teachers had to sign. I quickly passed it in to his hands.

"That's great." The teacher twisted his mouth into a corny fake smile. "I'm Mr. Sadler." I widened my eyes a bit to try and looked interested.

"Class," Mr. Sadler looked to perky to be in school. "These are our new history classmates, Alec and Jane. Please…" I rolled my eyes a little.

'Please don't.' I thought

"…Please make them feel right at home." The class didn't look interested.

Alec pushed me towards a seat near the left side of the class.

I sat down, my new schoolbag falling off of me as I did. I felt ridiculous wearing it. Both Demetri and Felix had paid for making fun of it this morning. Alec passed me a textbook 'Mr. Sadler' had given him.

'History: The Medieval Era.'

I turned my head and stared at my brother. He was getting uncomfortable from my look as he tried to concentrate on the teacher. I stared harder. I wasn't hurting him; I only do that if he has done something to irritate me. But, if you want to come and sit under my concrete stare for a couple of seconds be my guest. Then, tell me how that made you feel.

He sighed and glanced at my face. "I get it. I don't want to learn about it either." His stern whisper commented to my stare.

I leaned back on the chair a little satisfied that he was worried like me. We knew nothing about our past life, then to have it handed to you in a scrawny, old, sweat-smelling textbook? Confronting all your fears of the isolation, the hatred, and the lies that were brought upon you? It sucks. And yes Aro I mean it. If there seriously is no vampire here threatening our exposure; and you put Alec and me through this torture for nothing.

I am NOT. GOING. TO. BE. HAPPY.

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