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Hey All! Okay, so this is my very first chapter of my very first fanfic… I would appreciate it if you guys would be nice! I love reviews and want and HELPFUL criticism I can get. No Flames please! I am a but of a spelling Nazi, so there hopefully wont be too many mistakes, but no guarantees. I think that's all… And so we go!
For me writing is just a hobby, so don't expect updates every day. I had this idea a few nights ago, but haven't had time to type it up. The first chapter is a little slow, but it will hopefully speed up soon...
"Bells, get up! You're going to be late…again."
I rolled over in my bed, covering my face with my pillow. I knew what was coming and wasn't looking forward to it. Sure enough, a few seconds later, my massive brother came barreling into my room and jumped on my bed. I secretly hoped that he would crash to the floor like I would, but just like always, he skidded to a stop right next to my head.
"Bells…you have to get dressed, eat breakfast and drive 15 mile to school in, oh I don't know, 23 minutes! Come on, don't make me be the parent…I hate that."
Something
you should know about me—no parents. Seriously. Most people say
something like "cool" or "sweet, no rules" when I tell them
that, but it isn't so great.
My brother Jacob is my "guardian"
but he hates having to be that person. Most of the time we get along
great, but not in the mornings.
My brother has to be everywhere in the morning, and is always in a hurry. Me—not a morning person. If I could, I would be asleep until noon.
I finally rolled out of bed, waving to Jacob as he ran out of the driveway to God knows where.
I got dressed in a plain green t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I like to dress down and not bring any attention to me. Attention is bad—if I don't fall down, someone will be ridiculing me for my lack of fashion sense. I really don't care what people think of me, I would just rather them not think anything at all.
I grabbed a granola bar on the way to my truck. First day of school…for me. I used to go the school at the reservation where I live in La Push, but there was one major problem—no band.
I need music. I eat, sleep, and breathe it. I can't play piano to save my life, but have been playing everything else since I could reach the keys. When I got to high school, I realized with horror that I would not have time to practice music unless there was a band at the school I went to.
I begged and pleaded with my brother to let me switch schools to the one a few miles down the road in Forks. He finally let me, and a few months later—here I am—new reservation license in tow (we get them at 15 up here) and enough butterflies to feed an army of butterfly eaters with.
My car made it safely to the school, and I pulled in. After my brother's ancient old truck died, I set to work finding a new one. I didn't find a new one, instead a much older car became available. My 1967 Ford Thunderbird is my pride and joy, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I love it to pieces, but a turquoise car is not the thing to drive when you want to remain conspicuous. I killed the engine as I pulled into the parking lot and got out.
Rain…again. I have lived in WA all my life, so I know that I should be used to it by now, but really, is a little sun too much to ask for? I sighed heavily and made my way to the office to pick up my materials that I would need.
I got my schedule without difficulty, unless you consider everyone in the office welcoming you difficult. I wouldn't, except that I tripped and fell on our principal Mrs. Haney, and my hand landed on a very…awkward…part of her body.
I looked down through the rain at my schedule:
1—Spanish
2—American
History
3—Band
4—Biology
LUNCH
5—Gym
6—Pre-Calc
Oh goody, my favorite classes. Band, Spanish and bio were the only decent classes, and Spanish and Bio all depended on the teacher. At least band would be fun…I just needed to make it to that class.
I stumbled my way across the parking lot until I saw a small sign posted on a door "room 4—Spanish"
Here goes nothing, I thought as I swung the door open.
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