Author's Note:
I know I should be working on my other story 16 and Pregnant. It's been a long time since I've updated it. I'm in the middle of working on the update and it will be posted soon. I have a short story I wrote for a Creative Writing class when I was going to school. I changed the names and some of the character descriptions to accommodate the Twilight characters. I'm working on expanding the story from an almost 7,000 word story to a 20,000-30,000 word story. I hope everyone enjoys this story. It will be rated M because of future lemons. Please review. I really enjoy reading everyone's thoughts. Just be respectful and not mean.
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the Twilight characters or settings. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Following My Dream
Chapter 1
Hello, my name is Bella. I am 28 years old. I am 5'4", I weight around a 120 pounds. I have long mahogany hair and dull chocolate brown eyes. I was born and raised in Tucson, Arizona. My parents still live in Tucson. As for me, I am about to embark on a terrifying and exciting journey. I am leaving Tucson to move to Nashville, Tennessee. I have decided to throw caution to the wind and follow my dream.
My dream since I was a little girl has been to become a famous country music singer. The reason why I have decided to move from the only home I have ever known to follow my dream is because I am going through a divorce. I got married a year and a half ago to who I thought was the love of my life. Well it turns out that the man I married is not the love of my life. He and I started having problems in our marriage about a year after we got married. I had a feeling that he was cheating on me but I could never prove it.
My suspicions were confirmed when I came home one Friday night from having dinner with my parents. I found my husband in bed with another woman. I was devastated when I found them in bed together. I do not understand what when wrong in our marriage for him to go looking to someone else. Sure we had disagreements and we fought sometimes about money, his laziness, and his video gaming all the time, but most couples do have disagreements and fight. We got along way more than we fought. I thought we were happy.
I spent the entire weekend crying and feeling sorry for myself. When Monday morning came, I pulled myself together and got on the phone with a divorce lawyer having divorce papers filed. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life. When I married my husband it was supposed to have been forever. I never imagined I would be filing for divorce.
It has been four months since I filed for divorce. During those four months I spent a large amount of time talking with my parents and my best friend about what I should do. They told me the same thing. Even though they do not want to see me leave, they feel that it is best for me to leave and follow my dreams. They feel that moving and starting over with my life would be the best thing I could do for myself.
My family and best friend are so supportive and without their support and love I do not think I would be able to take this leap of faith and move. I started packing up everything I brought into my marriage and divided everything else up equally. My family and friends were great; they came over every day to help me pack so I could leave within a week.
It is Saturday at six in the morning, I am sitting in my car looking at the house I shared with my soon to be ex-husband. Everything that I brought with me into the marriage has been packed up and put in a moving van. My husband and I split everything that we bought for the house and everything we received as gifts in half. All of those items have been packed up and loaded in the moving van too. I have a suitcase and a carry-on bag packed and in the trunk of my car, a cooler with bottled water and soda, a bag with snacks, and a pet carrier with my cat all loaded in the back seat of my car.
The moving van left a couple of hours ago to get a head start on the trip to Nashville. My family and best friend came over last night for a going away party. My husband left and spent the night with his new girlfriend. All of my goodbyes were said as everyone was leaving last night. The only person I have not said good bye to was my husband.
I was hoping that he would at least come home to say goodbye to me. I guess I really do mean that little to him. Oh well, I cannot think of that now. I take one last look at the house and start my car. I slowly back out of the driveway on the street. I take one last look at the house and drive away. I am sad to be leaving my family and my best friend, but the sadness soon diminishes and thoughts of a new and exciting life fill my head, and I cannot wait to begin my journey.
Nashville, here I come.