I don't own twilight, but I do own the situations I place them in and my own characters...
I glanced around the big living room, or I should say parlor, as they call it. The party guests mingled with each other politely, holding onto their glasses of champagne. All of them just turned into a big blob before my eyes, each person not holding something to make them stand out. I'm not any different. I get clumped in with the rest of the herd of sheep.
We all appeared to be perfect.
I watched as the rotund man, by the name of John, sauntered up to my little family.
"Hello, Scarlett and Luke," he nodded his head at my parents and gave a quick head nod and grunt to my brother, Nathan, and me.
He was my Mom's boss. She works for John, the vice president of a small, but successful company that makes office supplies.
I switched my closed mouth smile to a full on grin for Mom would want me to actually look like I was interested in her job.
"How are you, John," Mom smiled and self-consciously swept a hand over her already perfect blond bun.
"Lovely, Scarlett! Thank you for asking," he laughed, his big belly shaking. His little doughboy face turned even pinker with his bellowing laugh as he put a hand to his stomach.
I smiled at the man and looked at my parents as they laughed quietly with him. Nathan joined in like a pro with them, acting more like an adult than I could.
"It is a wonderful party, sir," Dad added in, smiling to John.
"Glad it is. I have some business I should work out with you Scarlett. If you don't mind of course," John looked at Mom.
"No, I don't care in the least," her smile faltered a little, worried that she had done something wrong.
They started whispering about multiple things about things going on at the office. I tuned them out, not realizing it.
I really couldn't stand these boring events. I was always stuffed into some perfectly ordinary dress and had to act perfectly ordinary. I always had to act perfect. I always had to look perfect. Have the perfect clothes. Have the perfect hairstyle. Have the perfect smile. I even had to have the perfect speech.
That's the thing though, as long as we looked perfect on the outside, then were fine.
You must always have perfect attention to the people who are speaking, but I wasn't usually good at that, which is why Mom was glaring at me.
"Alexia," she all but hissed through her teeth. Her bright blue eyes flared up at me as I looked over at her.
"Huh," I asked dazed. I flinched internally of how much trouble I was going to be in.
"Have you heard of the small town of Forks," Dad asked me slowly.
I looked at him, really worried about how much trouble with Mom I was going to be in this time.
"Oh, no I haven't," I said, trying to look as innocent as possible as I glanced from my Dad's calm blue eyes to Mom's bright furious eyes.
"Well, meet me there tomorrow morning at twelve. The get together is on First Beach. The CEO apparently lives in Forks, but really enjoys his time in La Push. I have no idea why, but this is a big opportunity for us," John said and after words bid us a good night.
"How could you be so impolite, Alexia," Mom whispered angrily at me, "You know how much this means to me. You are so selfish."
I didn't say anything, brought up in the way that you don't speak unless spoken to. Just stand there and look perfect.
"Scar," Dad settled a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.
She whipped her head in a sudden movement to Dad, turning her angered eyes at Dad.
He didn't do anything, but look at me with an apologetic look. He was used to her being angry most of the time.
I glanced down at my pink heels as I switched my weight from one foot to another and straightened the white dress. My face burned from the disappointment that radiated like rays off the sun from them.
Another party guest came up to my mother. They were all as fake as cheese from the can.
When the party was over, we all followed the large crowd of people making their way outside.
Mom's stilettos clicked on the wet ash fault as we headed over to the car. I could tell she was not happy with me once again with the sound of her heels clicking against the ground as her small feet tried to keep up with her racing mind.
As soon as we were all buckled up in the car, all of my flaws poured out of her ruby red lips.
I slouched. I didn't listen. I didn't make eye contact as I spoke. My hair came out of its own perfect bun. My dress had wrinkles in it because I didn't have time to iron it after coming home from after school. I stumbled over my words. I spoke out of turn.
Nathan got an ear too, but not as much as me. No, never as much as me.
"Scarlett, she tries," Dad sighed as he turned down our road.
"Yeah, it's all fine when it's not your job," was her snarky remark.
Dad sighed and ran a hand through his slicked back brown hair. There really was no use trying to tell Mom anything. Either it was Mom's way or the highway.
We turned into the driveway and parked in the garage. Our house bored me to death, it being an exact replica of all of our neighbors seemed so boring.
I got a quick glance at the outside as the garage door started to close and saw the it was, as usual, raining in Olympia, Washington.
I sighed and went into the house.
"Shoes off," Mom said before entering the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes along with Nathan, like we didn't know to take our shoes off. She would kill us if we got her perfectly clean floors dirty.
"You need to study for your test, Alexia," Mom glanced over her shoulder at me from bending down over the counter to look through the mail that sat in the same spot it always did.
"It's Friday, Mom, and the test isn't 'till next Friday," I sighed, hoping to make a quick getaway towards the stairs to go into my room.
"Yes, but you are going to study."
"I'm not going to study for a test if it's not for a while. Plus, I already know all the stuff," I mumbled, switching my heels to the other hand.
"You are studying for that test, Alexia, and that is final," she snapped, bits of her blond hair finally falling out of her scalp-hurting tight bun.
"No, I not," I squinted my eyes at her.
"If your mother wants you to study for a test, then go study, Alexia," Dad sighed walking into the kitchen. His phone stayed in his hands as his fingers swept across the touch screen. He's a doctor at the local hospital and has to always be ready to get called in at any moment.
I couldn't really say no to my dad. He was always getting me out of trouble and as a small child, he would take the blame, but since he's worked so much farther up the medical ladder, he just goes with whatever Mom says.
I spun on my heels, walking into the living room.
"You know, Alexia," I stopped with one foot on the first step, "you're really a disappointment."
That did it.
I flew up the steps, passing Nathans bedroom door and heading straight towards my door.
I slammed the door shut and slid down it.
My teeth clenched, but I didn't feel any of the tears I used to feel when I was younger. My body rocked back and forth on its own accord, my breath caught in my throat once and awhile. I grabbed at my bun and ripped the pony tail holder down, my perfectly ordinary brown hair fell down in loose waves over my shoulder.
I held my head in my hands; my body rocking back and forth like it was trying to make a swing go higher.
I crawled over to my bed in a haze and pulled the white dress over my head. I threw it over to my heels at my door and pulled out the sky blue box under my bed.
I opened it and hastily pulled out the kitchen knife I stole.
I leaned back against the bed and settled my head on the mattress.
I let the silver blade cut into my peach skin and was happy.
I felt the physical pain and my frenzied brain turned towards the problem of the stinging pain radiating through my thigh and all along my leg.
I pulled out the stained crimson cloth that was once white as snow and held it against my bleeding thigh. I sighed, calmed a bit down. I didn't feel the need to pull my hair out and I didn't feel the need to take the blade and push it into my heart . . . for now.
Okay, so this is just a test. I wanted to see who would actually read this. I didn't want to write up a whole bunch of the story and figure out no one would read it anyways. This will have Paul in it even though he wasn't here. So, please, review and tell me if you would like me to make this story or else I just won't. I would love to write this! It may be awhile before an update, but that's because I will be writing it. Tell me what you think? Forget it or Continue?
-GuardianAssassin