Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and the first few lines in italics; they both belong to Stephenie Meyer.
"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying. There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent.
"You...don't...want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.
"No."
-scene change-
"Goodbye, Bella." He said in the same quiet, peaceful voice. "Wait!" I choked out the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward. I thought he was reaching for me, too.
But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed.
"Take care of yourself," He breathed, cool against my skin. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.
He was gone.
I walked slowly down the hall, the chains on my Tripp™ pants clanking with each step. The other students in the hall moved out of my way, snickering and mumbling insults like "look at that freak" and "I bet she's emo, too".
I glared at them through cold eyes lined heavily with black eyeliner and continued walking to my truck. I shoved open the school's doors and, ignoring the pelting rain, yanked open the door of my truck.
I put it in reverse and joined the line of students that were heading out of the parking lot. Once out onto the highway, I headed straight home. I drove slowly and deliberately, my only target the haven of an empty house.
I parked my truck in the drive way and hurried to unlock the door. I stepped in and breathed a sigh of relief. I was out of the rain and away from everyone. Charlie wasn't home and I had the house to myself.
I went upstairs to my room and sat my backpack on my bed. Then, I turned on my frustratingly slow computer and booted the internet. As it dialed, I changed into some dry clothes-black sweatpants and a black tank top.
I sat back down in my chair and clicked away all of the pop-ups before going into my email. There was nothing. I sighed and switched the computer back off. I stood back up and crossed the room to my bed.
Plopping myself down, I opened my backpack and took out my library book- Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer. Somewhere between chapters seven and eight I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Charlie was calling up the stairs to see if I was home.
I got up slowly and stumbled clumsily down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to find my dad hanging up his gun belt. "I'm here, dad." I whispered. He looked at me skeptically and nodded.
I heated leftovers from last night's spaghetti and sat a plate in front of him before sitting down with my own. Charlie thanked me and gobbled down his plate. I slowly ate mine, staring only at the plate and not looking up.
"So how was your day, Bells?" He asked. "Fine." I mumbled and continued to eat. He sighed as if expecting me to say more and got up from his seat. He rinsed his plate in the sink and went into the living room to watch TV.
I finished my food and noted the time. 9:14 PM. I rinsed my plate and told my dad goodnight before going back into my room and grabbing my bag of toiletries. After finishing the task of wiping off my eyeliner and taking a quick shower, I stumbled back into my bedroom and flicked off the lights.
I moved my backpack and flopped down on the bed. I yawned and curled into my old quilt.
-scene change-
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and hit the snooze button on my ringing alarm clock. Staggering out of my warm bed, I pulled on my clothes for the day- Black and red Tripp™ pants and a Skelanimals™ short sleeved shirt with a black zip-up jacket that had a skull on the back with a rose going through the bottom and out of a crack in the top.
Shoving on my black converses™, I went into the bathroom and applied my eyeliner.
I brushed my teeth quickly and ran a brush through my hair. I munched on my pop-tart and unlocked the door to my truck.
I started the ignition and backed out of the driveway. Once at school I climbed out of the huge cab and froze. There, about four lanes down, was a shiny, silver Volvo. The fault line in my chest rippled painfully and I choked back my pain filled gasp as I saw a bronze haired boy emerge from the car.
What were they doing here? Why had they come back? It had been six months since I had seen them last. My throat tightened with oncoming tears as two more figures came out of the car.
Edward's topaz eyes wandered around the crowded parking lot as if he were looking for someone. His eyes landed on me and I felt the hole in my chest ripple again. His mouth moved, forming one word "Bella.".
Pictures for Alteration:
Bella's First Outfits- Pants
Bella's First Outfit-Top
Bella's Second Outfit-Pants
Bella's Second Outfit-Top
Bella's Outfit-Converses
- scene change-Means a time lapse
+-+ Means the beginning of the story.