Hey Everyone.
This is my new story Anything but Ordinary
I hope you like it.
Also, for those who read my other stories (which I recommend everyone to read, LOL) dont worry, I wont forget them.
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Summary:
Bella swan is far from normal. She could be anything. But she knows that she is certainly not like other people. What is she? And why does she keep dreaming of this family that is strangely like her? Does it mean something? Or is it her fantasy of finding somewhere she belongs? Can moving in with her father solve her problems? Or will it lead to more trouble? One thing is for certain though; her life won't be the same again.
Anything But Ordinary
I couldn't help but think about my life whilst standing in the blistering heat of the sun. I couldn't help but notice how different I was to other people. You would think that living in Phoenix, Arizona would make a person tan. Not me. I have amazingly pale skin, a lot paler than a normal person. Why? I don't know. I don't know why I'm so different than other people. I started noticing differences when I turned 10.
Before my tenth birthday, I was incredibly tan, like a normal person living in a hot place would be. But when I woke up on my birthday, I noticed I was paler than usually. But at the time, I just shrugged it off as nothing. But then other things began to change. My senses heightened and I was able to see, hear and smell more clearly. It really freaked me out. I wanted to tell my mother Renee that something was wrong, but I had a feeling that I should keep it secret. I don't know why, but I followed my instinct and kept it to myself.
That wasn't the only thing that changed. My eyes also began to change colour. They had used to be a chocolate brown colour, but they changed to a violet colour. This I couldn't hide from Renee, but she just said that eye colours tend to change when you were younger. I didn't believe that at all, but I got that same feeling that I should just go along with what she said.
That's another thing that made me different. My instinct. I would always follow what my instinct told me, and it would always lead me in the right direction. Despite how much I hate what had happened to me, I'm incredibly grateful for my instinct. It had saved me many times in the past.
Like when I was in gym class a couple of weeks after my tenth birthday. We were having a race, twice around the track. We had all groaned at that, we all thought the Coach was pure evil. He told us to line up, and then he blew the whistle to begin. I had never been an athletic person, so I was dreading this. I had also always been incredibly clumsy. But once the race began, I felt comfortable. I was actually enjoying it. I managed to get in the lead and actually win. Everyone had their mouths hanging open. Everyone knew that I was clumsy and slow, and to them, this was plain shocking, too me also. I wasn't even tired, or sweaty. The Coach was the first to snap out of it. He wanted me to join the Athletics club and run for the school. At first, I was incredibly happy. No one had wanted me for anything. I was about to say yes, but then my instinct told me that it was a bad idea.
I'm glad I followed my instinct now, because since then, I've been getting faster and faster. That wasn't the only thing that enhanced since my tenth birthday. I was getting stronger and stronger, and as I aged, my beauty far surpassed that of a normal person. And I absolutely hated it.
Beauty is a heavy burden, and only brought unwanted attention. I had shunned everyone away, because I knew that I was different, and quite possibly dangerous. I didn't want to risk it, so I ignored everyone. That's kid of hard to do when the people you're trying to ignore keeps trying to get my attention.
I find incredibly annoying that no matter how much I push people away, they keep coming back. Like a boomerang; a very annoying boomerang that doesn't know when to give up. I'm just extremely glad that I'm moving away from here.
Tomorrow, I get to pack up my winter clothes and everything else I want to take, get on a plane, and move in with my dad Charlie Swan, the chief of police of the good old town of Fork, Washington. Now, I know what you're all thinking. 'Why would she move from sunny Phoenix to Forks, the wettest place in the continent of the US?' Well, that is exactly the reason why I want to move, among other reasons, but this is the main one.
I love the rain. It's rhythmic, soothing and I love the feel of rain on my skin. I find it refreshing, unlike the heat of Phoenix. I don't know why, but the sun tends to give me a massive headache. And when you live in Phoenix for most of your life, the constant migraine really brings your already sullen mood down further.
The other reason that I'm moving, and the reason I'm going to tell everyone if they ask, is that I'm moving for my mother. Last year, she married a nice fellow called Phil. She makes her really happy, and I'm glad she has him. But Phil is a minor league baseball player, and he moves around lot. I could tell that Renee wanted to go with him, but she stayed with me. It made her unhappy. One day, my instinct kicked into gear and was telling me that now was the time to give her some space. At first that made me really sad, but I wanted what was best for my mother. My instinct usually told me what was best for me, but for that one particular time, it told me something that wasn't the best for me, but my mother. I know it's kind of hard to understand, but I knew then that she no longer needed me.
So now, here I am, packing the last of my clothing into my suitcase ready for my flight to Forks. Joy. Note the sarcasm.
Being on a plane is not going to be the best thing for me. Can you imagine what that's going to be like for me? Having enhanced senses is one thing, but having to sit in a hot, stuffy plane and smell the sweat coming of all the people is going to be torture. I am incredibly glad that I don't sweat anymore.
Did I forget to mention that? Oh yeah. Well I don't sweat. Thank god. But I can no longer injure myself either. Wait, let me back track. I can get injured. It's just almost impossible to happen. My skin is nearly rock solid. I know, that is incredibly weird, but heck, if it stops me from getting hurt, all the best to it.
"Bella, it's getting late. Are you finished with your packing?" Renee asked, appearing at my door. She would have scared the pants off of me if I hadn't heard her footsteps and her steady heartbeat coming down the hallway.
I turned to her and smiled, causing her heartbeat to skip a beat. The one thing I do love is the effect I have on people, including my own mother. I call it dazzling. I could get what ever I wanted if I dazzled it out of them.
"Yeah mom, I literally just finished." I answered her.
Slowly, she walked into my room and knelt beside me. She was looking pleadingly into my eyes, and I know what she wanted.
"Bella, you know, you don't have to do this. You don't have to pack up and leave, just for me." She said gently, grabbing one of my hands in her own. I knew she didn't want me to go, but she would just be unhappy if I stayed. She would find it hard to choose between her daughter and her new husband.
"Mom, I want to do this. You have Phil now and I know it makes you unhappy not to be round him. And when you're unhappy, I'm unhappy. Besides, think of Charlie. He's all alone up there in Forks. He needs someone to take care of him now. Mom, trust me on this, okay? This is something that I need to do, something that want to do." I reassured her. Everything I said was true, and she knows it.
"Okay honey. I'm not going to force you. You're seventeen now. You're old enough to make your own decisions."
I pulled her in a hug. "Thanks mom." I whispered in her ear.
She sniffed a little before pulling back. "Okay well, you better head of to bed. You have a big day ahead of you and you need a good rest." She told me sternly.
I laughed a little at that, but nodded my head in agreement. Since when were the mother/daughter rolls reversed? It was always me who had to look after her, and now she's looking after me.
"Goodnight mom."
"Goodnight Sweetie."
"NIGHT BELLA!" Phil yelled from downstairs. He honestly didn't need to yell, I would have heard him if he whispered it, but he didn't know that.
"NIGHT PHIL!" I answer loudly, laughing along with my mother.
I watched as Renee walked out of my room before standing up. I quickly walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled out some shorts and a loose top for bed. I was changed in a second, thanks to my handy dandy speed, and was under the covers not a minute later.
Sleep was always the best part of the day, because then, I would have my dreams. I loved the dreams I've been having lately. Since I decided to move in with my dad, which was a month ago, I've been dreaming of the same thing. It would always be of this family of seven people. Two of them were older, probably in their mid twenties, while the other five were my age. I could never remember their faces though, but I could tell that I loved them in the dream. They were similar to me in a lot of ways. They were paler than me, but just like me, they were different from others. When I was with them in my dreams, I felt like I belonged with them.
I sighed. If only there were people like that, not only in my dreams, but also in reality. Maybe they would know why I'm so different, if such a family existed.
I rolled over to my side. This was my last night here. It was kinda odd thinking that. Seeing as I've lived here most of my life. But change happens, and hopefully it would be for the best. I would get to see my father again for the first time in years; I'm going to a new school, maybe even make a few friends. Who knows? But I know one thing. I'd better get used to it, because I had a feeling that everything is going to change.
Okay, thats the end of chapter 1.
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