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hi... this is my first fanfic so go easy on the flames...this was formally titled 'the conqueror' but i changed the title and i edited and i added, etc, etc...i know, my titles r sooo freakin' cheesy...
anyways, enjoy!!:)
Chapter One
I sat packing my bags for the long trip ahead. My pants, all baggy and below the knee were already packed and ready to go. I just needed to stuff in my shirts.
When I picked up my last shirt from the corner of the drawer, however, a picture with tattered edges came into view. I blew some dust off of it and found it was my prom picture. It showed me in my younger stage with long, brown hair that reached my waist. Behind me, there stood a tall handsome boy with his arm around me. I was grinning like I was the luckiest girl alive.
-Flashback-
"I love you," Carl whispered as he went to go get some drinks. He kissed me softly on the lips and went away. I waited for a few minutes. Those minutes dragged on into a half an hour. And still I waited. Then I spotted Carl. He was in a major make-out session with another figure.
Angrily, I pushed through the crowd. I was going to give this girl who took away my Carl a piece of my mind. I pushed him away and found, to my complete and utter surprise, a boy. He gave me a sheepish grin and dragged Carl into a second round. He met no resistance from Carl. I looked away in disgust.
That night, Alice found me in the bathroom. There were scissors in my hand and tears streaming down my face. The tears were of shock and anger. There were brown locks everywhere on the floor around me and my once long brunette hair was as short as it would go. If Carl wanted a boy to love, I would give him a boy.
-End of Flashback-
I shuddered and put the picture away. It brought back memories, memories that were best forgotten.
"Bella!" screamed Alice. I quickly stuffed away the last of my shirts so that she wouldn't critique me and lecture me on being a "boy."
"Congratulations!!" Rosalie and Alice, my two best friends, quickly took me up in a hug. Although they were completely different from me – the main difference of them being shopaholics and me loathing shopping, we were meant for each other
"Oh my gosh, Bella, you are going to love it there!! I'm your roommate and we're in the same building as Rose and it's really close to the campus and you're going to see all the great teachers there and all the fabulous shopping malls and…" she gasped for air here, and I took the chance to interrupt.
"Uh, Alice, I think you should take it easy…" I said. She glared at me and continued.
"And you got in with a scholarship, which means you're really the smartest person there because you're practically the only one with the scholarship and our school gives out the hardest tests for scholarships. Everyone else is coming in with tons and tons of money, which probably means that you are the poorest there, but that's okay 'cause you've got Rosalie and me to back you up. You've got to understand that there's a hierarchy there with my brother at the top because he's the richest there…" I had tuned her out by now, and I was not listening to her talk about the most important stuff.
Rose flipped open her cellphone and checked the time. Her eyes grew wide with shock.
"We're going to be late!" She cried out, "Come on!!"
We all piled in the back of her limousine and the driver took off.
I smiled. Twilight Academy, here we come!
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"Hello? Ms. Cope? I'm Bella, the new student," I introduced myself.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Swan, the scholarship student," Ms. Cope scrutinized me through her half-moon shaped glasses. She looked puzzled, but she seemed to shrug it off.
Ms. Cope smiled as she handed me my schedule and a map of the school. "I expect great things from you," she said mysteriously. I smiled, said my thanks, and left.
I decided there was enough time to check out the library's stock and to read before it was time to go to class. The school's library was filled with books….and young adolescents making out in corners. I nearly gagged, but I noticed some 'decent' people huddled in groups and discussing upcoming projects and newly-published books. I sighed, chose my favorite book, Wuthering Heights, and curled up in a big chair to read.
Suddenly, there was a loud giggling noise. I looked up, but instantly regretted it. There, in front of me, was a blond with the shortest shirt and shorts ever. She giggled again, and, mistaking me for a boy, asked, "Hey, handsome, wanna go out?" in what was supposed to be seductive.
I wanted to gag. What kind of boy would go out with a slut like you? I screamed in my head. In reality, I politely declined with a, "No thanks."
Somewhat bitter and disappointed, she retorted, "Fine, I'll just go hang out with Edward then." And she stalked off to the most handsome creature alive. He had beautiful bronze hair, green eyes that sparkled, and the perfect body. What a hunk!! I thought. But I internally slapped myself. I was NOT supposed to fall in love. I will never like someone of the opposite sex again.
He and the blond girl exchanged a few words and then started making out. It was not even romantic. They were just sucking at each other's faces and touching each other in the wrong places. I tried concentrating on my story, but they were literally right in my face.
"Gross…" I muttered to myself, passing by them, while looking for another quiet spot to read.
"Excuse me?!" the blond had heard me, "What did you just say, bastard?"
"Yeah, you heard me, bitch," I smartly answered back.
"Just ignore me and go back to sucking the faces off of each other," I added, subtly challenged the god-like boy. The boy's eyes sparked with anger. I smirked. This was going to be interesting; a rich boy had been involved.
"WHAT??" the now-newly-announced-witch screeched.
I ignored the deepening silence of the library. All the guys and girls who had been making out in the hidden corners of the library had stopped and come out to watch the processing fight. All the nerds and geeks in the library just looked very uncomfortable. I provoked them further, pushing their button, "Nothing. Just enjoy yourselves, whores and players!!"
I nonchalantly left the slut agape and picked up my bag. I turned around. 1… 2… 3… I silently counted.
"Wait!" Edward called outrage evident in his voice. Yes! He had accepted my challenge. I grinned to myself; it was SO easy to get boys to fight. Stupid manly-man pride!!
I turned around coolly, and asked in a cold voice, "What, rich boy?"
"I want a fight, right now, smart-ass," Edward stated in an equally frosty voice.
"Let's go," I strode forward with confidence. I dropped my bag by the door. I grinned. This was going to be easy. I grew up with an awesome group of friends who had taught me some VERY neat tricks. This rich bastard didn't know what he was asking for.
Edward started with the first punch. I ducked down and tried for an uppercut. He dodged it.
"Hmmm…" I assessed him out loud, "You're not half bad."
He jumped up and tried for a downward kick. I charged towards the kick, caught his ankle, and slammed him down.
Having done this, I retorted, "But I'm better." I brought my fist down and knocked Edward out. I could tell it was going to become a black eye, but I didn't care. He had asked for it.
I wanted to jump up and down, I wanted to scream for joy at the success of my trick, and I wanted to do my famous victory dance. But instead, I simply walked over to my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and went to my first period class. The door closed behind me and I could hear some cheering behind me. Geez, what this kid did to geeks and nerds I don't know, but I sure was getting an ear-splitting welcome. I permitted myself a small grin.
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By second period, the word had gotten out about my early-morning triumph. I was surprised when the teachers didn't call me into detention. During the passing period between first and second period, I heard whispering,
"New scholarship student…"
"…beat him!!"
"…in for it!!"
By the passing period between second and third period, people were pointing behind my back with wide eyes.
"Great," I muttered to myself, "I was looking for a low profile and now I'm the gossip of the century." I slammed my locker shut.
"Bella – uh, I mean, Al!" Alice called to me.
"Hey, Alice Rose!!" I called back to her and Rose with an exasperated sigh. They probably wouldn't let me hear the end of this fight.
They caught up to me, dragged a loudly-protesting-me by the elbows all the way to the girl's restroom, and locked the door.
"Okay," Rose said, "Spill." Both she and Alice were bouncing with excitement. I sighed in defeat and tried to shrug it off as if it were no big deal.
"I was at the library trying to read a book when I saw Edward sucking the face off of some slutty bitch and I simply stated my opinion," I stated, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"It was nothing…" I added, matter-of-factly.
Alice exploded, "NOTHING?! What do you mean NOTHING?! Did you hear a word I said about this school? You just beat up the KING of this whole school. Heck, you just beat up my brother!! You started a revolution!!"
It was my turn to explode. "Your bro-BROTHER?!" I shouted, "He was your brother?" And the guilt piled up, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Alice!! I didn't think he was your brother…I mean, I knew your brother was in this school, but I didn't know that Edward was your brother…I mean…" I trailed off, babbling to myself.
Alice burst into a fit of giggles, "Don't worry about it. It was about time someone showed him up!!"
Rose added, "High five me, girls!"
We high-fived and did our little victory dance. Our victory dance was a funny little thing we made up when we were little. It was a little hockey-pokey dance followed by a complex series of high-five techniques. We ultimately ended up all twisted with each other, giggling.
So far, my first day in Twilight Academy was… pretty okay.
yay!! i'm done w/ my first chapter of my first fanfic!!...read and review...PLLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ!!
