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Hit Hard by the Past

Summary:
Edward doesn't know what happened to his little sister about 100-ish years ago, and he's been heart-broken ever since. But what if she's not as far away as he thinks?


Notes:
WARNING! Language...blah blah blah, you know the rest!


2. Crazy Cat Lady

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I live with a foster family; a family with one really old lady and about 15 cats. The old lady’s name is Margareta Nimble. She lost her husband to cancer and I guess she sunk into a kind of depression where she bought a whole bunch of cats to keep her company; whose names I was supposed to memorize by the way. Their names are Fluffy, Puffball, Fred, Princess Meow Meow, Twinkle, Star, Bunny, Midnight, Fang, Shadowfax, Tree, Scratch, Skull (don’t ask,) Frankenstein, and Willow. What’s really annoying is when I walk into a room with Leaf, my dog, and the whole room erupts in hissing. Then Margareta yells, “Get that damned dog out!”

But one cat that doesn’t mind Leaf is Willow. She’s my favorite cat. All the other ones I’d like to drop-kick over my back fence.

Anyway, about my marks, when I was 3, I got kidnapped by a vampire named Veronica. She always wanted a child, so she kidnapped me. With her power to be ultra smart, she invented a pill that could make anyone control the element fire. So, she used me as her test subject, yet the only side-effect was that I got these strange marks that resembled fire all over my skin. And then Veronica started to help me control my fire, like how to project it to protect someone or to make myself look like I was on fire, only it didn’t scorch me to death. But, I got so strong that she became afraid that she was going to piss me off one day and that I was going to kick her ass. So, she took me to Margareta Nimble, and told her all about me. Margareta accepted me into her home, and Veronica left me at this crazy cat lady’s house (15 cats, I mean, seriously! That’s kind of a lot!)

So, I had my favorite breakfast of Lucky Charms cereal while 15 pairs of cat eyes were staring at me; waiting for me to finish eating so that they could have the milk, but they will never learn that I won’t give it to them. I went upstairs and stood in the doorway to my bedroom, trying to figure out what to wear. I settled on wearing some clothes that would cover up most of my skin. So, I grabbed dark skinny jeans, black flats, a white tank top underneath a black sweatshirt, and, to top that all off, a white blindfold, but you could still see the marks on my face and hands. Margareta drove me to school with Leaf in the backseat (she “helps” me find my way around school.)

As soon as I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me, I wished I could melt into a puddle right then and there. People all around me stopped and starred. I sighed and said, “Leaf, get me out of here.” You see, it’s definitely not common for a 13 year-old to have tattoos, even if mine aren’t technically tattoos (but they don’t know that,) so people ended up stopping short in their conversations to stare at me while I was walking to class.

By the time I got to my first class, Spanish, I was more than a little on edge. I couldn’t sit still. And I was like that all the way up to lunch. I wasn’t really hungry, so I just got a soda and sat down next to my friend Hannah. She’s a brown haired, brown eyed punk who’s really funny but laughs too much.

“So people seem to have noticed your tattoos,” she said as soon as I sat down, “Do you want to tell me why you got some without consulting with me first? I could’ve gone with you just in case you started crying ‘cause it hurt too much! Also, you know I want one right on my lower back…”

“Hannah, I don’t think your mom would appreciate it if you got a tattoo,” I replied grumpily.

“We could just not tell her…”

“Hannah, do you seriously thi-“

And that’s about the time when Leah Clearwater stood up and announced, “Hey everybody, Selena has some tattoos! That’s, like, bad, isn’t it?” I never really got along with her, even though my best friend is her brother Seth. I’ve known him since I was 5, but when she said that, she pushed me over the edge, but Seth beat me to it.

“Shut up, Leah.”

“Oh ya?” she said, hands on her hips, “Make me.”

“That is it!” I yelled. I knew where she was, I felt her get up. So, I ran over to her and punched her so hard in the face that I broke her nose. Also, she never saw me coming, so she didn’t have time to react. But that’s when I started to shake. I couldn’t take it anymore! So, I ran. I ran out of the lunch room, off of the school campus, out of my old life and into my unexpected, unwanted new one.