{Hey! Sorry about the delay, heres my first story! Enjoy}
Hello, my name is Izzy, just Izzy, and nothing else. I used to be Bella, but who the hell cares about bella? after all,
she apperantly wasnt good enough for the one who stole her heart, he left me-...
i mean her, in the woods writhing in agony till i-... i mean she died.
Thats where i came along, she died, and came back to life as me.
I am a ghost, the damned soul of isabella marie swan, I geuss i was too miserable to be accepted by god...
or whoever the hell lives in the clouds.
When i rose, my hair had become shorter than Ali-... one of theirs, and it was white roots with blue spikes
and my eyes were completely black with red slits in the middles, no whites.
My eyes had also became rounder and surrounded by thick black frosty thorned lashes,
and on my toungue was the mark of a ghost, or the only ghost.
I mean if you tried to touch my bare skin you'd feel solid ice like skin that looks of snow,
not the pretty peach soft stuff humans have, the smooth silk like skin was mine.
Anyways, since they left and i died, i became a famous singer and piano player.
Ok, enough about my past life, this is my new life.
Izzy: I cant Freakin beleive scott is sending me on vacation! I AM DEAD, NOT TIRED! *shouts and hits the steering wheel, making the Eclipse Black bat burroed on her shoulder stir and squeak in her ear* oh, my poor baby, im sorry cheshire baby. go back to sleep and i'll be quiet *turns head and kisses its little fuzzy head, then turns back and pours on speed to her Pitch black Ford 2010 GTO* were almost there anyways, and when we get there i'm going to call scott and i'm going to kick his little a~~ over the phone. * she makes it to the house outside town deep within the woods on the outside of a large clear pond surrounded by black and blue flowers with deadly razor like thorns. The house is a huge white Greek temple mansion with black silk and crystal interior and marble floors draped with silk rumple rugs and vases of crystal diomonds and all kinds of gems, and filled with thorned flowers, and in the ballroom made of mirrors for the floor and walls and ceiling, sat a glossy grand piano seemingly made by the gods, and no ones ever seen this house or pond, not even the cullens. She gets out of the car and walks up the steps to the door and unlocks it, wals in and shuts the door behind her and smiles* what a beautiful house, I wish my human life could've ended here.
?: BELLA!
Izzy:*snarels and whips around to see Emmett grinning like an oaf, Rosalie glareing, Alice jumping up and down, jasper staring, and esme and carlise with open mouths*
Carlisle: how are you alive?*chokes on words*
Izzy: I'm not *bares teeth with Fangs to her bottom lip*
{ do you like it? please say you do, its my first story so i'm alittle shy, Please please please can i have at least 3 reveiws?