Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
Chapter One
"BELLA!!!" My most lovable, but annoying brother, yelled at me. "Get your head out of the gutters!"
"Like I haven't heard that one before." I muttered, looking up from my much abused copy of Wuthering Heights. "What are you talking about anyways?"
"Exactly my point, Bella. I was just talking about the new kids moving to town. Their names are Alice and Edward Cullen. They were both adopted, from what I heard from Tyler."
"Good for them, now they can slowly die in Forks, knowing there's a world out there."
"Cut the crap, Bells. Just because you and mom went on vacation to California last month while Dad and I fished and starved, doesn't mean you can't stay here and actually make something of yourself."
"Oh my God, Emmett. Are you saying that you WANT to stay in Forks. You personally dubbed it 'Your Own Green Hell'! I can't believe Forks is growing on you!"
"Please stop acting like Megan. That girl was born in the '87, but she makes it feel like she's lived through the 60's, what with the protests, bell bottom jeans, and long hair, she's a freakin' hippie." Emmett threw down his video game controller on the floor, frustrated.
"Hey hey hey, she is my best friend. I'm just glad she has enough sense not to use drugs. Her mind is already corrupted with vampires, aliens, and werewolves." I rolled my eyes. "It just takes one young adult vampire romance book to get her obsessed with vampires. Can you believe she wants to be a lawyer after college?"
"Anyways, Tyler said that he has all the dirt on the Cullen's'. You'd think he was Jessica!"
"All right, all right! Stop pestering me about them! I am TRYING to read here!" I got up from the couch and stormed to my room, trying to get away from the sounds of Halo 3. I checked my sad excuse of a computer for any new e-mails. Nothing from Megan, relatives, or junk. I decided to log into my yahoo account. Megan was online.
(Bella, Megan)
MEGAN!!!!
BELLA!!!!!
What?
How did your show go last night?
Perfect as usual, got numbers of flowers thrown at me, roses (One idiot thew one with thorns on it), and three guys tried to hit on me afterwards.
Your typical show.
:P I wonder what it's like being a musician...
and have to attend high school.
That's until I make it big. The lawyer plan is a back up... I'm just waiting for my acceptance letter into Harvard.
Lucky. You sent yours in early. I got Emmett to drop my applications at the post office yesterday.
So I'm picking you up again for school tomorrow, or is Emmett doing that?
Do you want to?
I'm leaving this decision up to you. I can't think. My head hurts really bad from the loud music last night. Ugh.... Tylenol, here I come.
LOL, Pick me up tomorrow at 8. see u then. :x
byes :x
Megan has signed out at(8/4/2009 5:24:51 PM)
I signed out and wandered back downstairs into the kitchen, wondering what the hell to cook.
Didn't I just buy a bag of Spaghetti the other day? And a can of tomato sauce? I grabbed the ingredients and put the pasta to boil, squishing ground beef in to the spherical objects that people have come to love and dropped them into a sauce pan to cook. Emmett smelled the meat cooking a few minutes later and ran in.
"Spaghetti and meatballs?! Your the best sister EVER!" Emmett pulled me up in a big bear hug from behind me, causing me to drop my spoon into the pot of boiling pasta.
"PUT ME DOWN, YOU IDIOT!" I screamed, irritated that I had to fish out the spoon from the hot boiling water.
"Emmett! Put Bella down this instant!" Dad yelled from upstairs.
"'Kay, Dad!"
Sorry it's so short! I read this story called 'What Not To Write' and some of the stuff mentioned in it was in the old story! So i decided to rewrite it. It was this or take down the story and throw the idea in the trash. You pick.
Reviews are like huge warm chocolate chip cookies. I'll give you one if you do. And they give me inspiration for the next chapter. So, it's a win-win situation. =D
