A Twisted Fate
This story is somewhat like Twilight and somewhat like my own creation. The story is somewhat twisted around and upside down. Please enjoy it. I think it would be wise to tell you here that if I don't get ten reviews over a chapter, I will not post the next chapter. If you would like me to continue with the story, I will need reviews. I think this is a clever way to get reviews. It's a lot easier to write stories when you have criticisms to work off of. I appreciate your cooperation. CHAPTER TWO IS SAID TO BEGIN CONSTRUCTION SOON.
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1. Into Forks
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I hate Forks. Why is it that everything that goes wrong always happens to me! I love my parents don’t get me wrong, but I hate living in Forks with my dad. It’s too cold, damp, and dark here. Phoenix is so warm and sunny, why can’t I just stay there? I guess I’ll just have to live through the pain of living here in this place.
“Bells, it’s time to get up.” Charlie said as he tried to coax me out of bed.
“Just one more hour, Pleeeeeeeease!
“Only if you want to be late for your first day of high school.”
“Fine. I’ll be down in a minute.” I said after pleading so long that I felt awake.
“Breakfast should be ready to go by the time you’re downstairs Bells.” Replied Charlie as he left the room and headed downstairs.
I slipped out of bed and went to my bags. (I hadn’t unpacked yet) I grabbed a plain shirt and some blue jeans and took my shower. When I got downstairs, Charlie was waiting for me with a bowl of an unknown substance that looked like vomit.
“What is that Dad? Are you really going to have me eat that vomit?” I asked with the hope of an answer that wouldn’t make me eat whatever was in that bowl.
“It’s instant oatmeal. Your mother said that you liked it.” Charlie said with an odd expression on his face.
“I do Dad. May I just ask how you prepared this instant oatmeal?”
“I just followed the instructions on the back of the pouch.” Charlie replied as he continued to make the odd expression.
“Dad, the instructions on the back of the pouch were for the stove, not the microwave.” I said with a little chuckle.
“How did you know that I used the microwave?” he asked with the odd expression starting to form into a smile.
“The oven makes a loud humming sound that you can hear all the way in my room. When you use the microwave, not a sound can be heard. That and the fact that there is so much junk and burnt on grease on that oven that you wouldn’t be able to use that thing unless you cleaned it for over a month!” I said laughing hysterically.
I showed Charlie how to make oatmeal in the microwave and then sat down to eat breakfast with him. For the longest time there was a silence so deep that you could hear a pin drop on the other side of the house.
“You need to get moving Bella.” Charlie said after glancing at the clock. “It would be a bad first impression if you were late on your first day. Trust me on how that feels. When I first started high school, I was about fifteen minutes late for my first class. After my second tardy, he started taking fifteen points off the homework that I turned in that day.”
After Charlie’s long speech about how being late on your first day is bad, I headed for my truck and went to school. The school wasn’t even close to the size of the high school in Phoenix.
I went to the office to get my schedule and a map of the school. My first class and my second class were on opposite sides of the school. I knew then that it was going to be an interesting year.
When I was on my way to Biology, I nearly ran into a guy named Mike. He said that it was alright and a lot of girls ran into him because they were always looking at their designer shoes that they just got in Seattle. After apologizing for what seemed like fifteen minutes, I left and headed to building two. It was then that my whole life started to change.