Author's Note:
Normally my author's notes will not be nearly this lengthy. However, with this being the first chapter of my story, I have a few things to get out of the way.
The main lynchpin of this story is based on something that is medically unlikely, at best. If that sort of thing gets your undies in a twist, please feel free to pass by. If you think you can, suspend your disbelief and see where the story goes. I needed to set a few things up in the beginning, and this was the most logical way.
The first couple chapters of this story will be probably be fairly short. Once we get into the rhythm of the story, I promise they'll get longer.
I happily welcome any and all criticism and comments; I wouldn't be a very good writer if I didn't. I tend to have a problem with comma vomit, so let me know if it starts to freak you out. I can't blame you if you just lurk, though. I've definitely been doing that for quite a few months.
And we're off!
*I do not own any of these characters or the initial part of this storyline. Stephenie Meyer created some very fun playthings for me, is all.*
Chapter One: Bella "Klutz" Swan
I rolled out of bed, glumly anticipating the start of yet another godforsaken school day. I could hear Charlie pacing around downstairs, obviously waiting to make sure I got up and went to school. I had really tried hard these past few weeks to make myself engage a little more. But honestly, acting like a normal human being was becoming harder and harder for me.
I knew eventually the gaping wide hole in my center would begin to shrink, or heal, or something. Unfortunately for me, it might be a very eventual process.
Once I had showered, dressed, and eaten, I left for school. I did any and everything I could nowadays to avoid free time like the plague. Rule number one in Bella's post-Edward handbook: idle hands are a sure sign that the gaping hole in my chest will expand and swallow me whole. So, I took up tutoring kids before school. I wanted so badly to do nothing but grieve and ache, but I knew that Charlie would pull another stunt and force me to go back to Renee and Phil. And I just couldn't bear the thought.
One of the kids I was tutoring, Erica, met me at the doorway with some question about a math assignment, and I blissfully gave myself over to the mundane task.
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Gym. I'd be lying if I said I hate it. I absolutely loathe the thought of being in front of twenty people while doing anything remotely resembling physical activity. Charlie and Renee should've just skipped the Marie and substituted "Klutz."
And, luckily for me, we were playing hockey today. Complete with roller blades but lacking full-body padding, which I desperately needed. Hopefully someone would get hurt, and soon, and this torture would end early.
Jessica was weaving around on her roller blades, trying unsuccessfully to impress Mike. Mike snickered at me, then rolled his eyes and started warming up with the puck. And that's when it happened. I was trying to move past the group of girls standing between us so I could get the puck from Mike. It was more than likely a maneuver I shouldn't have attempted in the first place.
Right as I was crossing in front of them, Tyler zoomed in from the other side, probably heading for Mike as well. He failed to see Bella Klutz Swan however, and we crashed and burned. Well, more like he regained his balance, while I lost all traces of equilibrium, tangled my legs and flopped to the floor. On my head. Without a helmet. I saw stars, then black, but not before I could think, "Great; now he'll be asking to take me out again."