Disclaimer:
Bella: Yay, I am the star of this chapter!
Me:No, Maggie and you are.
Bella: Shut it!
Me: Make me, I own you!
Bella: No you don't, you don't own me or Maggie, Stephanie Meyer does.
Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know but it is nice to imagine!
Bella: Say it!
Me: Okay fine. Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, and all of the characters, I only own the plot.
"Are you sure you want to do this sweetie, I mean you can back out now and go to W.S.U" Said my dad. He really doesn't want me all the way in California. I am in the back seat of my parents car. We are all headed to my college in California. We had just got on the road and are on our way. "Yes daddy, I am sure, I will love California." I say to him. I love my dad, but not even he or my mom could change my mind about which college I go to. He just gives a short nod and lets out a shaky uncertain laugh mixed with a sigh. Okay then, well that didn't take much. He just wants me to be close to him, but he wants me to be happy more.
I grabbed my phone and plugged in my head-phones. I pressed the *next* button until a song that I liked came on. Most of the songs on my phone were One Direction, Maroon 5, Kesha, Lady GaGa, Pink, Neon Trees, Plain White T's, The Wrecker, Carrie Underwood, type stuff. I just kept pressing *next*, because even though I like all of the songs I don't feel like listening to most of them. American Honey, No, Arms, No, Blown Away, No, Body Parts, No, Breakeven, No, Lights, No,One Last Kiss, No, Angels On The Moon, Yes! I stopped the button pushing as Angels On The Moon by Thriving Ivory came on it is one of my favorite songs of all time. Most songs on my phone I love, some I like, some are okay, and some are my favorites.
I turn sideways in the car and lay my head on the cup holder type thing that has my pillow over it. I got into my pink Snuggie and pulled my blanket over me. My mom has a Chrysler 2012 minivan. Every year she gets a new one, because of Phil and her's jobs. With Phil being a minor-league baseball player, so they have to travel a lot. Also my mom is a substitute teacher, and a babysitter. I have all of my 'belongings' in this car. I am in the very back of the car, the third row of seats. The middle and the trunk like part behind me are packed with all of my stuff. Phil wanted to come, but mom and dad both wanted to ride with me, so he took my car.
Yes, I have a car it is a BMW M6 Convertible in electric blue with sparkles,I love it to. Also I have some stuff in it. Dad would have taken my car if he had actually known where to go, and if he wasn't so insisted on riding in the car with me. I really don't know what the big deal is. I mean really, 'I want to ride in the car with my daughter, even though she will most likely be asleep the whole time, and it will be very awkward because me and my ex-wife will be riding together instead of her with her husband' that's what it sounds like to me. It is only 2 A.M. Because we were in Phoenix, Arizona.
We had to be at the school at 8 A.M. It seems way to early to me, but it is better than having to be up at 5:45 getting ready for high school which started at 6:30. At least here my first class isn't until 9 A.M, that way I can actually get some sleep for once in my life. But ;of course, my classes don't end until 10 P.M.. At least I have 30 minute breaks in between each class instead of 3 minutes to run from floor to floor getting to each hour-long class. Also I like college better because you can sort of pick your classes, and you major and minor.
My major is going to be English and Language Arts, Authoring type material, and my minor is going to be Education mainly English though. I love reading, and writing, and teaching how to read, write, or comprehend. So I pretty much have everything all figured out. I will always be on time with all homework and such, no skipping, no staying out late, have fun but not too much fun. I just hope to god that my roommate isn't one of those 'party-all-the-time-stay-up-way-to-late-and-make-out-with-my-boyfriend-every-possible-second' type girls. I would die if she was, because I am NOTHING like that, at all I have only ever had nine boyfriends throughout all of middle and high school.
One in eighth grade, two in ninth grade, one in tenth, two in eleventh, and three in twelfth. I am not a cheater, they were all at different times, and all different people. Some were cute and smart, some were just smart, some were only cute. Either way, and anyway I was always faithful, and never cheated. I just don't really relate to people my age well, it was sort of weird to date some of them, it felt like I was older than them. Despite the fact that they were always in my grade but older, one or two grades ahead, and five inches to anywhere over a foot taller than me. Only one cheated on me, and it was the one in eighth grade.
Three of them were my friends so it was sort of weird and we broke it off. One was in ninth, one in eleventh, and one in twelfth. Also some were just jerks that were only dating me to cheat of my papers, like literally, the one tenth grader,the other eleventh grade guy, and another twelfth grade guy copied my homework for about two weeks, and cheated of my 9 weeks exams then broke up with me. I don't really have a good history with guys, I think that they are all stupid fat-headed psycho people to tell the truth. Well except my friends, there just psycho.
My phone went off telling me I had a message. Its little annoying 'beep' that went of four times before pausing for about two seconds and going off again three times. I picked it up and pressed the little button on the top of it that turns it on. After doing the password that was really of no use except to keep my mom from reading all of my stories, and getting into my chats with friends, it said Maggie. I smiled Maggie is my best friend, and has been since my mother escaped from Forks, Washington with me at the small age of four months old.
She is really pretty and sort of looks like me. She has blackish/brown hair that goes right below her shoulder blades and is really thick and curly. She has a heart-shaped face with thin very light pink lips, dark green almost brown colored eyes, and is tallish. She is 5'2" and is super thin. I am 5'2", have long mahogany brown hair with subtle red highlights throughout it. Maggie has the highlights too. I am super thin, have a heart-shaped face, and chocolate brown doe eyes. I also have full, plump, rosy-red lips.
Hey girly! Where are you? Are you tired? Are you ready for college? Are you excited? I am! I am so happy we are going to the same college! So how far away are you?-M
Yup that's Maggie for you, she doesn't know how to ask one question at a time
Hi! We are where we are, I may or may not be tired, I may or may not be ready for college, I may or may not be excited, Good for you, I may or may not be happy as well, and we are as far away as we are.-B
That ought to make her mad, she is too hyper for it being 2 in the morning. She needs to take some chill pills, I know she has them...
Isabella Marie Swan, You had better stop that right now! I WILL JUMP THROUGH THIS PHONE IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME STRAIGHT ANSWERS! And I know exactly what you are thinking, so stop thinking it.-M
Crap! Busted! Well, since she is already 'mad' why not make her even more mad...
Margret Jane Elise Daniels, 1)Stop what? 2)You can't do that, its impossible! 3)What am I thinking?-B
Uh oh, what did I just get myself into?!
Bella, please be serious... Oh and your thinking that I need to take my 'chill pills-M
Dang!,busted again!
Okay Maggie , your good not really you just know me like I know you, Jeez, calm down Maggie! We are almost to Cali. Yes I am tired, or was, now that you're talking to me I am not. Sort of, but I don't know, I hope we are roommate, I wouldn't want a psycho chick(Lol, oh the irony)as my roommate. I guess I am sort of excited, I mean at least I get to sleep in, and be away from my parents. Me two! We are about 8 hours away.-B
I wrote to her. Not really in the mood to play around any more. I only just now realize that my phone has played through three songs. It is now playing Little Things by One Direction. I like this song, it is one of their better songs. I have a lot of respect for them after writing a song like this. So yeah and now here comes a text from Maggie.
Okay, well luv ya sis. Oh are you bringing your car?!-M
Of course! Why wouldn't I?!-B
OH THANK GOD! My mom and dad said that they think you were so they didn't need to get me one, and also that I didn't need one...-M
Oh, I am so sorry Maggie, yeah I am bringing mine It is my baby!-B
Of course it is Bella!-M
I laughed out loud for a total of a minute before my phone started ringing again. I looked toward my mom she was saying something. I couldn't hear her, but her eyes were trained on me. I took out a headphone but left the other in. I looked to her. "What did you say momma?" I asked her politely, still laughing a little. Maggie knows me so well mom does to. "I said..., Is that Maggie you are talking to?" "Yup!" I say to her. I read Maggie's new text to me, it says
Do you think there will be some cute guys?-M
May;please girl, you know about my past with boys, I ain't cute, and only smart. I have you, I don't need guys. Plus if no one ever flirted with me before in Phoenix, I don't think any one will in CALIFORNIA. Everyone there is tan, thin, blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, sporty, etc. I am plain Jane brown hair, brown eyes, pale, clumsy, shortish, and EXTRA thin. Plus three out of nine guys I dated were my friends, three of them only dated me for answers, and three of them were on a dare...-B
I say using her other nickname that I gave her as a kid. Even now, I am the only one allowed to call her May, and she is the only one allowed to call me,
Izzy that's not totally true, one of them did it because his friend had to, so technically only two did it on a dare and girl you are way prettier than what you say and think. If I was not straight, I would totally go for you, taken or not ;) -M.
Of course, leave it to Maggie to say something like that. And yes, she is the only one allowed to call me Izzy, she is the one that gave me that pet name, just like I gave her the name May, only she can call me that.
:0 -B
;D, JK (but it is true, girl you fine!) Luv ya sista-M
Luv ya crazy chick, now get some sleep, we are going to have a lot to do when we get there, also look to your right, HI-B
I see her read it, and she turns her head. I had moved myself to in-front of the window to see her. Her parents car was right beside my parents' and right behind our car is my car. We both simultaneously leaned forward into the window and kissed it. Both leaving blood-red colored lip marks on the windows. She made us match today. So I was wearing an all Victoria's Secret outfit. Blue-jean shorts that came to right under my butt, a silver tank-top that was skin-tight and came to right above my belly button, and a fire-red long sleeve crop top hoodie that went right past my chest and had a huge v-shaped neckline.
The shorts had a rhinestones design in the shape of a heart with wings on each butt pocket, rhinestones were also on the hem of the front pockets, and going down the sides of them. The tank top cut off right where it did so people had a clear view of my belly button ring, which today was a red diamond heart. The hoodie had rhinestones on every hem line except the one going down the center of the hood, but they were all along the out side of it. I am wearing red high heels. They are about 6 inches high. They have a four-column strip of rhinestones going down the back of thee heel, all the way to the bottom, the also have a bow with the center rhinestoned, and the bows little 'wings' as I call them are also rhinestone-filled.
Yeah, I know VERY sparkly. Well, with dad and mom and Phil, we have a lot of money. Plus I have already published 3 children's I am still getting a ton of money for that. All of that money though goes to gas for my car and my phone bill. I would have to pay money on a car note, but my mom already did that for me, since she couldn't help pay for it. My dad and Phil bought it together brand new, and my mom took care of the full car note within the first 3 months. So yeah, only gas, phone, and whatever extras that I could possibly want for myself to have or do.
Maggie is wearing the EXACT same as me. Even her earrings, tongue ring, and belly button ring, necklace, ring, and bracelet. We each got about seventeen pairs of the same exact clothes and jewelry, make up, all that stuff down to the charms on the bracelets, everything else was designer only jeans, mini skirts, tank tops, crop tops, strapless shirts, shorts, pajamas, and a bucket load of bikinis. I swear I have at least 4 of every color swimsuit, and at least 20 random rainbow-colored or just multi-colored swimsuits, all of them are either solid with bows, or rhinestones of something of the sort, or have random designs covering them.
Since I am super skinny, and only 102 pounds, I don't have to worry about being called fat, or even looking at all fat. I am super skinny, but in a good way, not a bad way. My shorts also had a wide black belt with red rhinestones. All of the ones on my shorts were also red except for the ones on the wings, those were black. My necklace has a huge heart with wings on the outside of them, just like my shorts design. The earrings I have on are just like my necklace pendant. My bracelet is a sliverish/grey color, and it has black and red charms on it. The pattern is one red heart, the a black pair of wings. My tongue ring is a plain solid red stud. My ring is a black heart ring on my right hand ring finger.
We are not technically rich, but our family does have money, enough to get me all designer clothes and shoes and jewelry. To bad money can't buy my way into Stanford.. Oh, Wait! It doesn't have to, because I already got in! Yes that is right. Phoenix, Arizona graduating Class of 2012's valedictorian, ME, and salutittorian, Maggie, are going to Stanford together! YAY, YAY, YAY, YAY, YAY! We both pulled back from the windows laughing.
Maggie waved, and I waved back to her, still laughing. MY parents also waved, including Phil whom she waved to through the back window of their car. We both laughed over and over again, Each time we stopped laughing, we would look at the lip-stains, and it would bring us right back to where we were in the beginning. Dad may not have been the happiest, Phil either, because of what I was wearing and for my dad only which school I was going to, but they were all happy that I got into Stanford and was going and was having fun.
I was extremely untired now because of this, but before we even knew how much time had passed it was already 4:30 and our parents made say 'goodbye' and take a nap claiming we would be tired and regret it if we didn't. Maggie and I, both being raised, and in her case born, in the south under the rule of god and Jesus listened to our parents as it would be a sin if we didn't. Well we both laughed when our moms said that at the exact same time, it may be true that we were Catholic and believed in Jesus and god and stuff, but we definitely are not *THAT* religious or our parents wouldn't let us leave the store with these clothes even in our bags, much less let us wear the in public and to a private school.
Needless to say we laughed even more at that, said good-bye through the window, blew each other air kisses, and lay down in the back of our moms' matching minivans. Within a few minutes of laying down I reached over to get my water from the cup holder that was by my feet. Knowing me and my clumsiness, my hand yanked something out of my ear. I looked down to find my phone on the floor of the car with my headphones plugged into it. OH, Yeah. I still had one headphone in.
I picked it up, told my parents goodnight, blew Phil an air kiss out the back window and laid back down. I put the two headphones in one at a time, and slowly laid back down on my pillow, Not even a minute later I am sitting back up. WAIT! I never got my water! I took the cup, took about seven gulps, and laid back down for the 3rd and final time. I turned the music on my phone all the way up to block out any and all sound besides the music.
By some chance, mine and Maggie's theme song came on. Oath by Cher Lloyd. It is so true. Because we are best friends, I crashed her dads new car, whenever we laugh we laugh very hard, we are always there for each other, we always would sneak out of our houses, she would always be like 'I don't know', we would get in so much trouble. We drive each other crazy, we call each other lazy, we both sing at the top of our lungs and ride around Phoenix in my awesome new car, that's how close we are. That is exactly why I love her. We are both crazy.
With only good thoughts about what could possibly happen or what is to expect from Stanford, I fell asleep dreamlessly in the back seat of my moms car. We were only five and a half hours away from mine and Maggie's four-year-long future changing experience.
