Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight...unfortunately :(
My name is Isabella Swan, and I am a shapeshifter. I know, like, you have got to be kidding me, right? No, I kid you not. I truly am. I can "shift" or "change" into any animal, but I would have to say that being an albino tiger was my most favorite. The only problem with that now is that i live in Forks, Washington, and if these small town people (who by the way, probably have kids with their cousins) thought that I was the sweet, loving Chief's adopted daughter, they were wrong. You heard correct, though. As long as I continuously phase (or shift or whatever you want to call it - doesn't make a difference to me) then I'm going to live forever. Just like those goody two shoes vampires and overprotective mutts that current reign power over the land here.
Charlie Swan adopted me and had the whole town talking about me. I had actually shifted into a younger me, about 13, so my odd's of getting adopted were higher. My plain complextion of chocolate brown eyes and brown hair, and quiet personality attracted alot of adopters. They weren't looking for the trouble teenagers that were into sneaking out at night to go to parties that lasted until early morning.
Charlie had given me a room that had purple walls, a purple bed, a purple dresser, and a few pictures of what looked to be Renee and Phil, his ex-wife and her husband, hanging on the walls. I knew them from spending alot of years over there, but then suspicions were raised by Renee telling people about my sometimes daily disappearences. Hey! Give me a break, will ya? Sometimes I get stuck in a shift, and that really, really sucks. It's not like I was going to tell anyone! They would deem me crazy and lock me up in a heavy-duty asylum. Which actually happened once, but that was because an old set of foster parents saw me phase but it so happened it was them that got put in an asylum, and thankfully, not me. I hated them anyways. You should've heard what they did at night! They could've had their own kid for god's sake.
After Chief Swan had left, I thought it would be good to go play a little trick on the townspeople of Forks. (You'd think I could go next door to Spoons, right?) I shifted into a black and white spotted kitten with blue eyes, and it looked like I had just been born. I ran through the forests, which took a really long time, considering my size, and finally ended up in the Forks High parking lot. And that was where I spotted the vampires car. The silver Volvo. Well, it was obviously theirs, seeing as that it smelled disgusting, just like them. Hehe, this was gonna be so good.
It took me a while but eventually I had managed to climb onto the hood of the silver Volvo, just as the final bell rang. I snuggled into the windshield wipers and pretended to be asleep, but in just seconds, I heard the vampires voices.
"Oh, Edward look at her! I told you my vision would come true! She's adorable!" A high pitched voice sang, before I felt two ice cold hands snake around my belly and snuggle me into their designer clothes. I thought it'd be a great time to open my eyes and yawn, and that seemed to set the vampries off.
"Awwww! I want her! Can I keep her, Jazzy, can I please?" Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where was this lil' pixie going with this? I'm not gonna be her dress-up kitten! I had freaking school tomorrow!
"Ew, why the hell would you touch that thing, Alice? It probably has rabies or something." The blonde run-way model spoke up, disgust evident in her voice. I hissed at her.
"Haha, Rose. I think the little kitty just doesn't like ya." The large one boomed. His laughter was as loud as thunder, but the other Forks High students, the very few left, seemed unphased by it.
"Alice, just put it down. Someone else will find it. We can't take care of something that will run away from us everytime we enter the room," The bronze-haired freak said from across the car.
"No! I can't see anything bad happening!"
"Alice!"
"Edward!"
Suddenly I was snatched and thrown on the ground like a piece of trash. I looked up to see that it was the runway model who did it. I snarled at her, and decided that if I was ever gonna escape, it would be now.
I darted into the forest and quickly shifted into a red-tailed hawk and flew straight home. I faintly heard the little pixie yelling at the bronze statue.
When I got home I cleaned for a little bit, and when it turned to be about 6:00, I made fish and potatoes for Charlie and had just set it on the table when he walked in.
"Bella? Is that you?"
"Yes, Charlie." Who else did he think would cook him dinner?
"Smells good, Bells. What is it?" He asked.
"Fish and potatoes." I answered. No need to start a useless conversation on how I cooked it.
It was silent the rest of the time throughout dinner, when Charlie finally, practically sweating for nervousness, asked me a dreaded question.
"Billy Black, down from the reservation, wanted to invite us down this Saturday. He, uh, wanted to meet you." Oh, great. Oh, that's just freakin' perfect.
"Sounds great." Sounds great? It sounds horrible!
"Thanks Bells."
"'Welcome, dad. Im gonnna hit the sack now." He beemed when I called him dad. I knew he wouldnt bother me the rest of the night, so I went to bed, and slept a dreamless sleep.
Review please! This is my first fanfic, so be nice!
- Kayla!