Don't Look, Just Jump
Sometimes, you can't look, you just have to jump. A new girl moves into town, a strange girl, an outsider from LA. She's not happy with her new hippie mom and step-dad. She wants to be home in LA with her friends and dad, who desperately needs help. By default, she fits in with the bad asses of Forks, causing trouble and grief. She meets and befriends our Bella, whom we know so well and it begins her downard spiral into the world of mythical creatures. And nothing can stop it. .
This story is dedicated to my amazing, brilliant cousin. On whom the story is based. I just wanted to use this to tell her I love her and I cannot wait to see her again. -olji
2. Chapter 2: Purple Paint Is My Favorate!
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Fortunately for me, I was able to unpack and decorate my room in silence. I didn’t need the happy hippie couple following me around, seeing my cans of hair spray and my art supplies. They would give me a beating for those.
I pulled out my iPod first thing. Screaming music seemed to calm me down, it helped me to understand I wasn’t the only one out there with issues.
Niki FM, perfect choice.
As the lead singers voice screamed in my ears, I unpacked everything, from my mountainous supply of clothes: jeans, hoodies, and t-shirts filled the small closet and dresser to the brim.
My stereo was on the floor, next to my futon bed. I even brought my own sheets, black with red and purple stripes.
My room was finally starting to come alive, be more like me. I didn’t want to put any of my infamous posters up until I had it painted in my purple paint. I
called my mom, “Hey, Mom!”
“Yes, Thea?!” I heard a moment later, as if I were disturbing her.
“I wanna paint my room! Can I go get some paint?” I shouted back. It would introduce me to the town.
“Sure! Just be sure to get the organic paint!” Pft, yeah right.
“Can I have some money?” I called back, I had neglected to bring that, but I could have my savings account transferred here.
“Sure honey. Come on in here.” I sighed and loped out into the living room. I didn’t want to leave my slowly becoming sanctuary.
“Where’s the store?” I asked the minute I walked into the room, my VANS providing no announce to my arrival.
“You just have to walk a few miles to Oak Drive and take a left. It’s the next street over. It’s BUY MORE.” My mom said.
“M’kay. Thanks.” I grabbed the fifty from her hand and practically ran out the door, not wanting to stay another minute.
The cool, yet wet air blasted my face immediately. All signs of the sun were gone, and with it my happiness.
I followed my mom’s directions, but it was a trek. My VANS were covered in mud and rocks by the time I was even out of the forest. I was pissed by the second mile.
However, I couldn’t deny the fact that the forest was beautiful. The lush trees were amazing, and the moss covered every surface, making it seem unreal, almost like a different planet.
It was, compared to the sidewalk, skyscraper covered streets of LA. And definitely foreign to me.
I was out of the trees, finally and was able to walk on the street, making it easier on my feet.
As I rounded the corner of Olive, I saw a giant red truck making it’s way down the street parallel to Olive.
Inside the truck was a girl with mousy brown hair and features too small for her face, but the boy sitting next to her was HOT! His hair was reddish-brown and tousled. His face was turned toward the girl and he was smiling. I only wished I could know what he was thinking.
I didn’t look that direction again as I rounded the corner.
A nagging in the back of my mind told me something was wrong, but I didn’t listen, let alone the fact it was turning dark.
My breath was starting to turn white, a cloud of smoke in front of my mouth. I was almost getting scared, the moment seemed so eerie.
I reached the BUY MORE just in time, just before they were closing.
I grabbed the deepest, richest shade of purple they had and grabbed three cans of it, plus some glow-in-the-dark stars.
I purchased my items and left the store, feeling happy.
Until I got outside.
Now it was pitch-black and I was certainly scared. I couldn’t see a thing, let alone where my feet were going. My cell phone was back at home and I had no car, no communications.
I had to evaluate my options:
A) Go back inside BUY MORE and contact my mom.
B) Rap on the nearest door and ask for a ride.
C) Walk back.
Option A was tough, especially because I didn’t even know her number, Option B sounded too stalker, so Option C it was.
I began the long trek home.
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck the minute I walked out of the parking lot. I was leaving a safe haven.
I was almost running by the end of the street, the strange "Fight and Flight" feeling never leaving me as I attempted to turn the right corners and find my way home.
I turned sharply on my heel to a rustle in the bushes. My heart was hammering and adrenaline was pumping as I mentally prepared myself for battle.
It was a flash of white and then nothing.
I blinked multiple times, but I knew I had seen a flash. As if someone were running.
Now I was running, sprinting toward the forest. It was only a few feet away…
The flash of white came again, this time quicker, leaving me in a breeze of it’s scent. Honey.
I reached the forest, only to be reminded by myself of all the possible animals that inhabited this forest. Bears, wolves, giant wolves.
I shook the thought out of my head and pushed faster, trying to get to the cottage.
I knew I was still so far away.
A snag came into my plan as I tripped over a large branch, sending my paint and stars flying. I scraped my knee hard, the blood dripping down my leg and seeping through my pants.
I’m sure my heart-pounding helped with the want for it to stop bleeding.
I gathered my paint and stars and got up, woozy from the fall and my blood loss.
I almost ran the rest of the way home.
As I sprinted my last leg through the cottage door and slammed it shut, a silly thought came to mind, You’re sure doing a lot for some purple pain, Thea.
I smiled, the voice sounded vaguely like my father. I missed him, he would always tell me the bright side of things, make me laugh. When he wasn’t drinking that is…
I limped to my room, dropped the paint off and shook off my pants. The blood from my scrape completely ruining them.
I pulled on some simple, dark blue sweats and headed to the bathroom, looking for some Band-Aids and peroxide.
I rapped three times on the door, hard. I didn’t want to walk in on the newly weds.
There was no answer, so I welcomed my self in, grabbed the peroxide and the largest Band-Aid my hippie parents had. I couldn't help but notice the environmentally friendly toilet, and the shower on a timer.
As I dressed my wound in my newly decorated room, I couldn’t help but smile at the smart-alecy comment my father would have made.
But purple had always been my favorite color.