*rewritten. it's the same plot, but i added something in the middle. p.s. i'm sorry if there's any alert on this chapter.
AN : This is a new story of mine, and it will be a short story. Not one that reaches over 20 chapters. I'm posting it to see how the response is like, if it's good, i will definitely continue! I've never written any diary before, so this's my first. Pardon my grammatical error or whatever error there is.
DISCLAIMER : i don't own the characters of Twilight, i don't own the original plot. This plot is actually from the MV of a Chinese song sung by a Hong Kong artist. Song title "Searching for you in Loving Memory" or something like that. But i did put in some of my ideas and change a little here and there, to make it into a story.
I don't know if anyone has ever written a story like this before, if there is, do tell me, and i will stop this story immediately.
Please do read and tell me what you think of it! Thanks so much!
28th July 2008, Monday
Dear diary,
You remind me of my grandfather as this is a gift from him. He said I can only use it the day before I start a new life in my new school. He passed away last summer.
So, I've been here in Elizabeth Academy for a week and guess who my dorm mates are? The school's cheerleader head and assistant head,-Mary Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. Surprisingly, we clicked well even though I was a bit hesitant at first.
They were so perfect, and I even thought I got into the wrong room at first. My first impression on them was, "Oh my gosh, these two must be some international models."
I didn't think we could even be friends as I was a social outcast in my old school.
Let's just say the queen bees in my old school often humiliate me in front of others and knowing the Bella who didn't want to be the centre of attention, I didn't stand up for myself. My family had money, but none of them knew about it. They just thought Bella got into the school as the rumor went, "Isabella Swan got accepted just because she had brains. She's just a scholar."
Pranks, liars, slaps, kicks, and punches… I had it all in my old school. I could've fought back easily, with the knowledge of Taekwando, Judo, and some Chinese Kungfu. I mean, I'm well prepared for fights, and gun battles as my family does mafia business. That's where the money comes from.
I can't believe I'm telling you my past and a little about the dark secret of my family.
Tomorrow, it's the first day of a new life, a new school. So far, I've only mix around with Alice, Rose and their respective hot boyfriends, Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCartney.
I'm praying that this year, I would never encounter any bitches. Alice and Rose promised not to let anyone mess with me and I had faith in them. With just one look, you could tell these four are the School's Fantastic Four. I bet they top the peak of the social class's pyramid in school.
Okay, since it's getting late, and Rose's been bugging me to sleep and I quote, "Do you want panda eyes?"
Wish me luck! Talk to you tomorrow!
Isabella Swan
The next day…
I groaned as I felt the sunlight shining onto me. My hands reached my sheets to cover up my face but it was tugged away from someone else.
My body shot up and I shouted, "I swear I'm going to have you fired if you don't return me my sheets!"
Nobody messes with Isabella Swan early in the morning, not to mention, those who wake her up will have to suffer her morning wrath.
A bell-like voice giggled, "Bella, do you think I'm your maid or something?"
Oops…
I squeezed one eye open only to find Alice holding my sheets and staring at me.
I said groggily, "Sorry Alice. My mind just mix up reality and imagination sometimes in the morning." Obviously I had to make up a lie. I didn't want people to know how many maids I've fired when I was young, before my dad decided to send me to boarding school, so that I can socialize and be independent.
I remembered years ago, the first boarding school I went, I flaunted my money and everyone just wanted to be my friend. But when I overheard my group of BFF, I mean EX BFF, backstabbing me, I got so depressed that my dad had to transfer my out of the school. Only then I realized how cruel reality is.
People are nice to you just because you're popular, or wealthy. I learned the hard way and ever since then, I never dress up like a rich man's daughter, nor do I act like one too.
I acted poor, because I wanted genuine friendship, and not one of those fake plastic friends.
Rosalie came up of the bathroom with towel wrapping her hair, "Morning sunshine. You've got twenty minutes to get ready before the guys barge into our room."
"Morning." I said before hitting my head back on the pillow. "Give me another 5 minutes."
Alice jumped on my bed and shook my body, "No! You're not sleeping again! You need to get ready! Come on!"
I shot her a glare with my definitely red eyes, "Alice Brandon! Five minutes is all I ask for. Please! I can get ready in less than 10 minutes!"
Thankfully, she let me go but I could hear her mumbling to herself, something along the line of "I can't believe she uses so little time to get ready. Never mind, I'm going to help her."
I could hear her opening my closet, but I ignored it and allowed myself to drift off to sleep. Until… I heard a shrilling scream and shot up immediately.
"What happened? Is there a fire?" I asked frantically.
Rosalie laughed and pointed towards a frozen Alice who's staring at my closet.
I rolled my eyes, "Alice, it's not good to shout early in the morning. Others might think there's a murder."
I was on the verge of burying myself under my sheets when a tiny arm grabbed my shoulder. "Come!" she dragged me over to the closet.
She held up a white cotton panty in disgust, "Bella! I can't believe you're wearing these grandma undies! Look! There's no lace, no thongs, no colored bras…"
Then she pulled out some tops, "Oh my God! This is like a guy's shirt! And this…"
I stood with my back leaning against the nearest wall and yawned. She continued mumbling while rummaging through my closet, "Isabella Swan! I can't believe you don't have a single skirt or dress in your closet."
She looked through my shoes collection, and shot me a not approving look, "Do you know what heels are? I can't believe I, Mary Alice Brandon, have been living with you for the past week without even realizing the poor condition of your closet!"
I yawned, "Yeah, yeah…" But in truth, the shoes collection in my house has got the latest Jimmy Choo's and Marciano collection. The dress department has the latest Chanel collection. I did a mental calculation, the branded designer clothing, bags and shoes I had could cost up to 5 million or more.
I bet Alice would flip if she ever get a chance to step into my walk-in closet which is even larger than the room we were staying at.
After the morning 'chaos', Alice only allowed me to go on a simple sweater and jeans combination with one condition, that is to go shopping with her the day after.
I received my schedule from the secretary and we quickly compared out schedule.
"Let's see what we've got." Alice said while we stood in a circle.
"Hmm… Bella, we're having English and PJ together!!!"
"Alice, you didn't include my name." Emmett pouted.
"Of course, the greatest Emmett is in both our classes too." Alice rolled her eyes.
"Ooh, we have Trig together. Bella, please tell me you're good in this dumb subject." Rosalie looked at me.
"Err… I'm okay with Trig." I nodded my head.
"Last but not least, you're in the same class as me for History." Jasper grinned.
I shuddered.
"What? You don't like History? Then why did you choose it?" He gave me a how-could-you-not-love-History look.
"I didn't say I dislike it, but I hate it when the teachers don't even know their facts right. So, hopefully, the teacher here is okay." I said with a look of seriousness.
Alice gave Jasper a kiss, before pulling me away. "Come on Bella, we're gonna be late for class if we don't hurry."
On the way to class, I could see people whispering and staring at my hand which was being held by Alice.
I sat in the same table as Alice and Emmett. Unfortunately, dear Emmett just had to annoy me during class that the old grumpy lady, (My beloved English teacher, not) gave us quite a lecture.
"Mr. McCartney and Ms. Swan, do you have anything you would like to share with your fellow classmates?" She said with a glare.
"Oh, no, Miss Granger." I said.
"Then, stop interrupting my lesson by talking all the time."
"But Miss Granger, I wasn't…"
"Ms. Swan, don't you dare to say you weren't talking. Now, since you're a new student, there'll be no detention for you."
Someone interrupted, "Miss Granger, it's-"
She looked at the clock, and faced the class. "Okay people, it's enough for the morning. As for homework, make notes on Chapter 4, and Ms. Swan, you also need to pass up an essay about 500 words on Chapter 3 and 4."
"Yes, Miss Granger." I replied weakly. I was clearly annoyed by the fact that Emmett got to get out of it, while I had to do extra homework. Oh I swear, if Papa owns this school, she'll be fired immediately.
Emmett wanted to open his mouth. "Don't talk to me." I said, while packing up my stuffs and headed to the next class.
After Trig, came lunch.
Rosalie and I bought our food and she led me to a table at the corner, which was quite far from the crowd.
No one dared to come near the table and I could see some of them looked over with amazement. Why, I had no idea.
Once seated, Rosalie started complaining.
"Guys, do you know how amazing Bella is in Trig?"
"No, I'm not." I said while taking a bite of the sandwich.
"Oh shut…" She looked at me before turning back to Alice, Jasper and Emmett who were waiting for her to continue.
"You know what?"
"What?" Emmett said with his mouth full.
"You know how the teacher always write the questions on the board, and pick someone to solve them?"
"Uh huh."
"Well… It seems that, Bella solves the questions easily in her notebook, and she even solved the question even Greg, the one who always score highest in exam, couldn't solve."
"Err… Actually, I was just lucky." I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
"Yeah right…" Rosalie rolled her eyes.
After lunch, I had Biology class that none of them were in.
But I did manage to make friend with my lab partner during Biology. Angela Weber, that is.
"Hey, I'm Angela."
"Hi, I'm Bella, the new girl." I smiled and shook her hand.
She teased. "You're quite close to Rosalie and Alice right?"
I nodded. "They're my dorm mates."
"Oh." She looked as though she was thinking hard.
"Angela, is there anything wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing really."
I raised my eyebrow.
"Okay, it's just that, there're three girls in school, Jane, Jessica and Lauren? Have you heard of them?"
I shook my head.
"Stupid me, of course you haven't. You're new and all three of them are absent." She mumbled, mostly to herself.
"So, they're actually the bitches in town, who always wanted to be Rosalie and Alice's friends. But lucky for us, both Rosalie and Alice hate them. Since you're so close to Rosalie and Alice, I'm afraid they would, well…"
"No, it's okay, Angela. I understand. I'm so used to the Queen Bees humiliating me so it's nothing new."
She smiled and the teacher started teaching.
That night, after I finished my homework given by the lovely old lady, I went over to my nightstand to take out the leather diary I locked in it.
I turned to a new page and was going to take my pen to write on it when I found out that there were already writings on the new page. And it wasn't even my handwriting to begin with, it was someone else's. His or her calligraphic handwriting was nicer and neater. Oh dear, this must be a prank!
I read…
28th July 2009, Tuesday
Dear diary,
I see that your previous owner only used a page, and I didn't want to waste this leather diary, so I decided to use it.
What the hell? July 2009? This must be a fucking prank!
I didn't care to read that much and I straightaway read the ending,
Signed by,
Edward Masen Cullen
Who the hell is he? I don't remember anyone with that name.
There was no way he could have access to my diary as I've locked it up in my nightstand and the key was with me all along.
I started to hyperventilate when I realized, he read the first page of my diary… He knew my secrets… He knew about my family…
Oh crap! Whoever this Edward Masen Cullen is, I'm going to hunt him down!
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LittleBells