Bella gets taken away from her previous life, and is forced into an unknown world. But, its there, in an horrible and hurtful world, that she finds the greatest thing in her life. Love. But will that love stay with her forever?
In this story everyone is human, no vampires and werewolves created whatsoever. Vampire??? What vampire? Edward doesnt go to the same high school as Bella, she's unaware of him.Never even heard of his name. He doesnt live in Forks, at the moment, either. I really hope you enjoy this story and please, please, please review. I need motivation.
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“Please,” Jessica begged.
She had been pressuring me to go with her to Port Angeles, on Saturday. The prom was soon and she still hadn’t got a dress, although she’d been looking for six months. I wasn’t going to prom, though, no no no. I couldn’t walk without falling over, never mind dance.
“Ok,” I hunched my shoulders and gave in.
“Yay,” she screamed, and clapped her hands together, like a seal. Then she ran off to go and tell Angela the good news.
Attention, just what I wanted. I hated everything about it, the gossip, the talking, the looks, the constant company.
I grabbed my books and bag and swiftly walked off to biology, before the bell rang. I knew that if I sat there waiting for Jessica to come back, she would come with a crowd. I walked quickly out of the cafeteria and avoided everybody’s glares of interest.
I got to the biology class before anyone arrived, good, I could finally have some time alone without anyone watching me. My friends were great company, but sometimes I just felt they were too energetic to catch up with. Like they were all chaeta’s and I was the mouse, trailing slowly behind the rest.
I jumped suddenly when two warm hands clamped around my shoulders.
“Guess who,” a male voice sounded exited.
“Hi, Mike,” I tried to give back the same tone, but it just came out all wrong.
“So a little bird told me you were coming to Port Angeles too,” he grabbed the spare seat next to me, and scooted closer.
Great, he was coming too! I thought it was a girly shopping spree, but now I have to put up with the extra company of Mike’s friends. This Saturday sure was going to be an unforgettable experience.
“Yeah, I can’t wait,” I said and tried to sound happier, while scooting further away from Mike.
Just then Sir walked in the classroom, he sure was a life saver. He placed his folder’s on the front desk, and turned to the class.
“In your own seat, Newton,” he glared at Mike. With that Mike ran off to the desk at the back.
Sir then turned on the projector and started talking about the importance of cell make-up. Blah, blah, blah. I had done it all before at my old school, and it was boring then too. I had moved to Fork’s High six months ago, when my mum had married Phil. I thought it was good to give Renee and Phil some space, and plus Phil was a minor league baseball player and I didn’t like the idea of moving around a lot. I moved in with my dad, Charlie, although we don’t do a lot of things together, we still have that Father, Daughter bond.
Since I had moved to Forks, nothing special has really happened to me. I made ‘friends’ (if that’s what some people call it), and settled in fine, its just that nothing really clicked. I wake up and do the same routine everyday, but each day it gets more and more boring than the last. I don’t know why, but I just don’t have the same problems most teenage girls have. I never get really embarrassing moments, I don’t have big fights with friends and I don’t have boy trouble. In-fact I’ve never had a crush in my life, or fallen in love. According to the books and movies it’s the best thing in life, and you can’t live without it. I really wish I could experience that, even a childish crush would be better than this.
Then the bell suddenly rang, making me jump out of my deep daydream. I slowly rose from my chair and headed to the sports hall, for badminton. Great, sports was one of my specialities (sarcasm intended). This next hour would be dangerous for me, and anyone around me, for that matter. I opened the sports hall door and let out a giant breath of agony.
I hid my head in my hands, when I sports finally ended that afternoon, and ran to my truck. I had managed to smack myself in the face, with the racket, and had to sit out the rest of the hour. I have a giant criss-cross mark on my left cheek, great, a symbol to show everyone how hopeless at everything. I sunk my face even deeper into my hands, when I realised that I had to go to Port Angeles tomorrow.
I sparked my old, rusted Chevy into life and drove out of the school parking lot. Luckily there wasn’t any traffic, because I had been sitting in my truck for at least half-an-hour, thinking about how depressing my life is.
I took a detour on the way back home, I did this sometimes, just to make me feel better. Mostly about my life, I thought it was boring and eventless. Nothing really out of the unusual had happened to me so far, even though I have had a long seventeen years.
I drove through the deep forests, and outside of town. Just between a crack in the trees, was a lifeless, abandoned, house. I would normally just sit in my truck and look at its hidden magnificent. It’s beauty was hidden with thick moss and ivy. It’s big windows were cracked and smashed in and its magical walls had lost there colour, with time. The house looked like it had once been beautiful, but now had sunken into deep sleep.
I found myself turning the engine of the car off, and stepping outside. What was I doing? It’s not like I can walk into the house, I didn’t even know I was that brave. Slowly I walled up to the magical building and pushed the door open, to revile what was inside. I found myself gasping at what I saw:
The floor was covered with muddy footprints, and the walls were covered with blood splatters. A grand piano was sitting in the corner of the room, its keys torn off and the its varnish scratched. The couch was torn to pieces, only leaving its shabby frame. Pages of books were scattered across the floor, and the books torn to pieces.
Whoever moved from here, sure wanted to get away fast. By the looks of it, their life had been luxury, the could afford all the expensive things. What made them flee? The atmosphere in the house suddenly came collapsing in on me, and I ended up running out. Their life must have been hell, someone must have made it like that, too.
I couldn’t stand to look at this wreck of a house any longer, although it made me feel better about my life, it didn’t make me feel better about theirs. They probably had no choice in fleeing, even if they hated the idea. They were ordered to get out of this hell-hole, even if they felt greatly attached. There was probably no time for self sympathy and pity, they left with nothing, there sole was still in this house. It will always be here. I ran straight into the truck and drove off quickly, silently sobbing as I did so. I didn’t know why I was crying, maybe it was the thought of what they were going through. Maybe it was the disaster that they ended up in. I couldn’t imagine myself in that situation, this wasn’t right.
When I got home, I ran to my room and wept on my bed. I couldn’t take my roaming mind off the ghastly house I just saw. Mostly, I couldn’t take my mind of what the people must have been feeling. Maybe they were dead…
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