DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT and MARKED
Night
Chapter 1
I wake up sprawled across my bed. My right arm is hanging off the edge and my legs are spread far apart. I'm so tired, I thought. I check my clock, it's 7:32.
"What's today?" I say softly, "Sunday? Monday? Ooh I could go for a sundae right now . . . ." I tend to think aloud when I am alone in my room, where I know no one will hear me . . . except myself, "I think it's . . . Monday? Yeah, it's Monday. Hey Monday, I like that band," I say in a moan.
I sit up in bed and realize it's my first day of school here in Forks. I've gotten used to my new house, and it's definitely different than my old house in Charlotte, North Carolina.
I look around my room, then stand up. I walk over to my closet and open the white wooden door. I pick out a simple outfit; dark blue skinny jeans with a long sleeved navy blue and white striped shirt. I take a pair of plain white ankle socks out of one of the closet drawers. I take my keys off my side table and put them in my pant pocket. pocket. I put on all my clothes and walk down the hall to the bathroom I share with my mother.
The bathroom is straight down the hall from my room. I walk looking forward. My feet feel cold on the squeaky, wooden floor.
"Ow! Shit!" I yell. I kicked a box in the middle of the hall. I'm so lucky nothing broke . . .
I shake it off and walk to the bathroom.
I close the white wooden door behind me and turn on the light. I look in the large mirror on the wall above the sink. My wavy, brown hair looks like a mess. So I take a blue hairbrush and gently brush my hair—trying not to pull at the huge knots.
I hear a piano sound and listen closely . . . it's my cell phone ringing: Bella's Lullaby by Carter Burwell. I listen to the melody and put the brush down to walk to my room for my phone.
I pick up my Voyager and look at who the message is from: Sam. My best friend from North Carolina. Sam was my boyfriend back home, but after a while we thought it might ruin our friendship. Now, he has a new girlfriend—I mean boyfriend. His new girlfriend is so cruel to me and I can't stand her. She thinks she's all that. It makes me sick to hear her name—Angie.
I look to see what he said:
From: Sam
Hey. Is today your first day at Forks?
To: Sam
Ya. =8
From: Sam
Haha. Good luck! =]
To: Sam
Thx . . . 3
From: Sam
Your welcome. Careful . . . cause last time you went somewhere new, you broke your finger. Klutz. . . .
To: Sam
Ill try. . .hehe. well I g2g get ready. C ya.
From: Sam
C ya.
I close my phone and head back to the bathroom. I continue attempting at getting out the knots in my hair.
I get out all the knots and my hair feels soft. I gaze into the mirror at my eyes. How brown they are—almost black. My pale skin almost reflects the dim sunlight sweeping through the clouds and in my window.
I brush my teeth and head down the wooden stairs. I look outside my living room window at the gray clouds sitting in the sky. I smile and walk into the kitchen. My mom is at the stove making bacon—I can smell it. Mmm, I thought.
"Morning mom!" I say as I walk to the three person kitchen table.
"Morning sweetheart!" She glances up at me with a smile for a moment and looks back down at the food.
I pull out a chair at the able and go to sit down.
Thud.
"OW!" I missed my chair and fell on the floor instead.
"You alright?" My mother asked me as I tried to get up.
"Yeah. OW! Crap!" As I tried getting up, I went to high and slammed my head into the table. I bend back with my hand on my head. I get up and carefully sit in the chair—without missing. "I'm fine."
My mother takes a light blue plate from a cabinet and places it in front of me. She adds 4 pieces of bacon to the plate. I glance at the clock on the stove. It read: 7:46.
We ate our breakfast together with small talk and I head back upstairs to get ready. I go to my room and go over to my desk. I take a red five-star notebook, a black folder, and a Ticonderoga pencil. As well as my book, Marked. I stuff all my things into my black and red plaid backpack.
I pull my backpack over my shoulder, and go back downstairs.
I take one last look in the mirror in the downstairs bathroom. "See ya later mom." I take my black jacket from the staircase railing. I grab an extra piece of bacon and go outside.
I feel the cold breeze brush against my face. I shiver in the wind and go to the end of the driveway where my red Jeep is. I take my jacket and my backpack and place them in the passenger chair. I sit in the driver seat, and leave for school.