Toilet
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters…thank god.
A/N: So, for y'all who were actually willing to read this, probably in the hopes of writing a good flame, thank you for at least being the teensiest bit more open-minded than the average Twilight fan. I'm just a simple writer who has actually read good books, and one of the few teenage girls in the world who are not obsessed with this book and its male protagonist (yes, we do exist (in caves, living with beavers)). So please review! Thanks.
Chapter One
God, what a martyr I am. Having selflessly exiled myself to the dreary town of Forks, Washington just so my mother can live with Paul, I deserve a medal. I sat in the car with my mother, driving to the airport. It was hot.
"Bella, you don't have to do this," my mother said to me, Bella. By the way, I'm Bella. I'm average looking, yet somehow every boy automatically falls in love with me.
"It's fine, Mom," I lied. I've always been a bad liar, but in preparation for my visit to the horrific town of Forks, I had been practicing this lie. We arrived at the airport. I opened the trunk, in which my suitcase was wedged. I tugged on it as hard as I could, and it came flying out of the car. Due to my extreme clumsiness, I fell over.
When I got off the plane in Port Angeles, Charlie was waiting for me. He's the Police Chief and he drives a police car.
"It's great to see you, Bells," he emphatically exclaimed. "I got you a crappy old car."
"That's too bad," I gushed. We arrived at the house. I moaned inwardly; everything was so green and beautiful. I much preferred the arid, brown climate of Arizona. I saw my new truck. It was red. I loved it.
I unpacked in my room and thought about my utterly frightening day tomorrow. I would go to a small school where the teachers could actually pay attention to me and be forced to, gasp, make new friends. I would be a freak.
I have ivory skin, and I am slender, though I am not an athlete because I am clumsy. I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up and went downstairs. Grabbing my bowl of cornflakes, I took one bite. I swallowed. I took another bite. I swallowed. I took a third bite. I swallowed. I wept quietly. Cornflakes were the only thing that reminded me of home here.
I arrived at school, complaining to myself of how it was a group of beautiful houses instead of the jail-like school I had originally attended. How terrible.
As I parked, I noticed all the cars were old like mine, except a shiny Volvo. When I walked into the classroom, I handed my transfer slip to Mr. Mason, my new teacher. He gawked when he saw my name. Apparently being the daughter of a police chief was like being a celebrity.
I glanced at the reading list. I'd read it all, because I am so smart. Though I am average looking, a boy immediately came over and offered to help me. How odd.
I stumbled around, clumsily finding my way to each class. In this town, everyone was so vapid, until I got to the cafeteria. There was a group of five people in the room, sitting by themselves and talking. One was big. Another was weird. Another was icy. Another was peppy. The final one was perfect, with beautiful, bronze-colored hair, and an aura of amazing-ness just wafting throughout the room.
The peppy one rose and floated gracefully to throw out her lunch tray. With similar grace she dumped the cafeteria food into the trashcan. I turned to one of the vapid girls next to me and asked who they were.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The graceful one was Alice Cullen. They live with the hot fatherly figure Dr. Cullen and his wife. They are adopted and perfect. Edward is the perfect gorgeous bronze-colored hair one. He doesn't date. He turned me down because I'm too vapid."
I had class with Edward, who had amazing, coal-black eyes. He sat next to me, leaning away and averting his face like I smelled bad. I didn't; I smelled like strawberries. The moment the bell rang, Edward leapt out of his seat gracefully and fluidly loped to the door.
A cute, baby-faced boy came over to me. "Hi, I'm Mike. I'm in your gym class. I'll show you the way there."
I turned the corner and fell over. Immediately, a swarm of boys came to help me up. How odd. I came to gym class where I tripped over everybody and was clumsy. Remembering that I had to go to the office, I entered. Edward Cullen was there. He argued with the receptionist in a low, alluring, attractive voice. I had never heard anything so amazing before. He was trying to switch out of my class. He turned around and glared at me, before hastily turning back to the receptionist with a grace like an antelope.
"Fine, I see that's impossible," he exclaimed in a voice like velvet. Quickly, he exited the room.