Hi Guys! First, I'd like to apologize for this super long Author's Note. They will never be this long ever again. I swear. So it's been SO long since I posted anything. I had another story but I can't remember where I was even going with that story but hopefully I'll keep up with this story and post on a regular basis. This chapter is going to be a little rusty (I haven't written anything in so long!) but bear with me because I'm sure some of it will make sense. This is more of a filler chapter giving the background of Bella's character and her career. I'm pretty sure I'm only going to write Bella's Point of View, but we'll see. Next chapter Edward will make his first appearance. YAY!
I don't own Twilight or any other materials used in this fanfic. But I have adjusted them, just a tad!
Read on!
A Single Moment
Chapter 1
Books were easy. They were simple printed materials that could hold anywhere from little significance to a mind blowing experience. Well, at least that's how it is for me. I've always been an avid reader, I wasn't the most popular in high school so I didn't have much of a social life. That's where the books came in. On Friday night when everyone was hanging out with their friends or significant other; I was at home. Reading.
I guess it wasn't a surprise when I majored in English literature, going on to become a novelist. Or at least, trying. I've been attempting to write a novel since I was fresh out of high school. Every spare moment I had, revolved around that singular goal. And here I was four years later walking across the stage at my college graduation, receiving a diploma that wouldn't mean anything if I didn't put it to use.
Smiling at my dad, I gave him a slight wave before treading carefully across the stage in three inch heels my dear friend Angela had forced me to wear. "Your legs will look so long and beautiful Bella! Come on Bella, it's the last hoorah before I move across country."
Angela was moving to Georgia in the summer with her fiancée Ben. His family lived there and Angela was looking for a change from dreary Seattle, Washington where it rains five of the seven days of the week. Lucky her. I've always wanted to travel around the country when I was younger but my back and forth trips every summer between Arizona and Washington were enough to change my mind.
I shook a number of hands, grabbed the diploma and headed towards the exit of the stage. Taking a deep breath and smiling as I released it, I couldn't help to giggle a little. Yeah, I'm a little crazy. Sue me. I just finished school. I'm finally done! All of my hard work and sleepless nights have finally paid off. The rest of the ceremony passed quicker than I could remember and before I knew it a loud voice filled the auditorium. "Now presenting Class of 2013." Loud claps, and whistling flooded the room. Craning my neck, I searched for my father Charlie and my mother Renee. They were divorced, and have been since I was two but they were on very good terms. It was a mutual decision and a good one at that. I spotted them coming towards me. My dad's hand on the small of mom's back with her hand tightly enclosed in her new husband, Phil's.
I walked briskly over to them, tears already streaming down my face at the sight of my mothers. I hugged her tightly as she whispered how proud of me she was in my ear. I moved on giving my dad an equally as tight hug and was a little more than shocked when he was trying to hold back some tears of his own. Kissing his cheek, I let go of my dad and led my family out of the crowded room.
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A few months had passed since graduation, and I was trying to get on my feet. I was looking for a job and an apartment all while residing in my father's house. My mother and Phil went back to Arizona to get ready for their move to Florida days after graduation occurred.
The job hunting was going well, I was actually going to my first job interview at Vogue. It was a desk job, writing small articles, but it would pay the bills until I started selling novels. So here I was freaking out in my rusty red truck, that was going to break down any day now, smoothing out my black slacks and making sure my perfectly straightened blouse was tucked in just right. Every hair had to be in place for this interview. I was determined to get this job. Yeah there was other jobs, and this isn't really what I had intended to do with my life, but I was a go-getter. I liked doing things once, and doing them perfect the first time around. It's just how I was wired.
Sighing, I turned off the ignition, and got out of the truck. I locked the doors before making my way to- what I hoped to be- new workplace.
"You can do this Bella. You're qualified, determined, and a great writer." I muttered to myself while waiting for the elevator doors to open. After what felt like hours, and a hundred blouse adjustments later, the doors slid open. A few people brushed past me in a hurry to get to their cars. I walked into the shaft, and pressed the number fifteen. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the elevator started to move. Nerves were getting the best of me.
The doors swung open, and holding my head high I went to the front desk situated conveniently right in front of the elevator. There was a slightly older woman behind the desk typing quickly on the computer and talking into the Bluetooth in her right ear. My heels clicked on the tile floors as I approached her.
I cleared my throat politely. She glanced up at me and gave me a small smile. And used her finger to indicate she'd be right with me.
"Yes, I'll have to call you back Mrs. Cope." She pressed a button then turned towards me. Her ID tag read Jessica Stanley. She was in her late 20's early 30's at most. She was perfectly groomed, and in professional attire.
"How can I help you?" She asked politely.
"Hi. I'm Isabella Swan, I'm here for an interview with Zafrina Wallace."
"Oh. Ms. Swan. I'll inform Ms. Wallace that you are here." She smiled again and then went back to phone calls and emails. I sat in a chair nearby waiting. Another woman walked into the common area and looked directly at me with piercing grey eyes. Her short blonde hair pulled into a neat ponytail.
"Ms. Swan? I'm Jane Volturi, Zafrina's assistant. Come with me." She was short and quick to the point not really stopping for formalities. I followed her down a hallway lined with framed blown-up covers of Vogue magazine. We walked through a large room with people bustling around trying to get work done. Stopping in front of a large, glass double door, Jane left me alone and disappeared somewhere without giving me further instructions.
I knocked on the frosted glass carefully but firmly. I heard a voice say "Come in" quietly through the door. I opened the door, smoothed my hair and clothes one more time, and walked in confidently. She glanced up from her large oak desk. She was beautiful with skin the rich color of roasted coffee, and hair black as ravens. She was very tall and looked intimidating, until she smiled. Her whole demeanor changed. She got up out of her chair and walked around her desk, offering me her hand.
"You must be Isabella. Hello, I'm Zafrina Wallace, Editor and Chief of Vogue magazine." I shook her hand quickly and firmly.
"Hello Ms. Wallace, please call me Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you." I gave her a warm smile.
"Call me Zafrina, everyone else does. And I can already say that I am very impressed with your resume. Top of your class at the University of Washington. Multiple articles from the school newspaper. You're very talented Bella. You have a gift for writing. Please sit." I sat in an armchair in front of her desk. She walked back around to her chair and situated herself before clasping her handing and asking me about myself.
The interview went smoothly, and I walked out of there feeling fantastic. She said she would call as soon as possible, and I knew in my heart that I had gotten the job. Now I just needed an apartment.
Okay. So? I really want to know what you guys think! Please review! This chapter was a little boring, and no Edward. Not yet anyway. He'll be in the next chapter, which will hopefully be up next week? Well thank you for reading even if you didn't like it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
