Wooden Roses
I looked around the small carpenters workshop. I looked over at my friend Nicholas from were I sat on top of a handmade desk. Nick was quietly working at a small block of wood in his right hand. He held a small carving knife in the other. Everything here seemed so much more beautiful than it did in the outside world or in someone's house. It seemed more...alive. This was one of the only reason I enjoyed moving to the small town of Kellphree. Nothing has changed in this town since it's founding in 1879. This very carpenter's shop had been built by Nick's great-great-grandfather when the town was established. His ancestors were some of the first people here. They built there homes and stayed here.
Nick was currently my only friend. Both my mother, Isabella Marie Black, and Nick told me the reason everyone shunned me was cause I was so pretty that I made them all feel ugly. I guess that's how I ended up friends with Nick. He was like nothing I had ever seen. He looked like what I imagined the Grecian God Apollo looked like. He had gold shoulder length hair layered beautifully around his perfect and pale complexion. His navy blue eyes drowned any average girl with emotion. Too bad I could swim. Not to mention that nothing about me was normal.
I grew up in Forks, Washington without a father. My mom had me unmarried at age eighteen. She married Jacob Black (not my father) at age twenty. He was nineteen but he had a good job and supported both myself and my mother. Three months ago, we moved here. Middle-of-nowhere non-existent Kellphree. I am sixteen now. I still haven't found where I belong. I had no friends in Forks. A social outcast. Here in Kellphree I remain a wallflower. But I don't stand alone anymore. I have Nick my Greek God, my savior, my revelation to the life of what was alone. We had stopped marveling and became friends about three days ago. I still knew nothing about him except that we both enjoyed his craftiness and we both liked the band Motion City Soundtrack.
I stopped thinking about nothing and playing with the end of my own bronze hair when I heard the old screen door groan in protest. Another young man Nick's age (seventeen) stepped through the door which he had to duck to get his six-foot-two figure through. Nick was a few months younger than Edward, but towered over him at six-foot-five. Nick had already told me about his brother, Edward. We momentarily met eyes then I looked back at Nick. Edward continued looking at me. He gave me this weird throbbing sensation in my chest. Like there was something about Edward I was missing.
"Um, Alex? Your phone is ringing." Nick pointed out. I can't believe I hadn't heard the sound of "Fell In Love Without" By Motion City Soundtrack screaming a muffled drowning sound at me from my pocket. I slid the IPhone out of my pocket I didn't have to check who was calling, it was my mother's ringtone so I knew when to avoid answering but this time I didn't. Some unseen force told me to answer the phone and I did.
"Alexandra Elizabeth Black!" My mother screamed into the phone. I had the volume the highest it would go so Edward and Nick heard everything.
"Mom stop calling me that, that is not my last name it's yours. I will not answer to Black. My last name is Swan and I am not changing that until I am married!" I yelled right back.
"YOU BETTER BE HOME IN NO MORE THAN TEN MINUTES! OR YOU CAN JUST STARVE!" She screamed again. I smiled feebishly at Nick then Edward, gathered with my belongings and not an ounce of dignity and left the workshop. Heading down to the side street where I parked my black Astin Martin I gazed up the sky. Full moon, I noted. No wonder my mom is acting weird.