Hi! Well, welcome to my first fanfic, I guess! This is the...chapter-y thing that inspired this story. Amazing what music and Microsoft Word can do, eh? I know I'm not the best writer, but bear with me!
Disclaimer: I DONT own twilight! ...Unfortunately.
"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass." - Maya Angelou
"I'm sorry Susanna, but we can't be your friends any more." He said his voice angry and tense on the other side of the phone.
"Oh. Ha, ha. Very funny Jake." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"We're not joking Susanna." Jake growled. I felt my heart snap in two. Jake had never spoken to me like that, and what happened to him calling me 'Suze'?
"Y-you're joking, right Jake?" No reply. "Quil? Embry? Please tell me that this is a joke." I replied, shakily.
"I'm sorry, Susanna. We're not joking." Quil replied. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision.
"Please. Yes, yes you are, please- t-tell me I- What did I do wrong? Please, I'll try to change, you're my best friends I- I can change, just don't stop being my friends, I don't know what I'd do without you!" I cried, the tears brimming over and running like small rivers down my face.
"There's nothing you can do, Susanna. Trust me, it's for the best." Embry said his voice hard and angry. I let out a bitter laugh.
"Ha. Yeah. Better for whom exactly? Me or you?" I asked, sobs bursting from my chest, tears running faster down my cheeks.
"You...Us...I don't know Susie. It just is." Jake replied, softly. I paused for a minute. He said Susie. He only said that when he was trying to comfort me...
"Oh...I get it. I'll just...leave you alone then...I'm sorry for bothering you..." I replied, quietly.
"No, wait! Suze! It's not your-" Hanging up and slamming the phone back in its cradle, I crashed against the floor, punching and screaming uselessly at the wall.
2 weeks. 2 weeks ago I lost my best friends. It's amazing how much a person can change in 2 weeks. I went from an over-confident, funny loudmouth to a quiet, hot-headed outcast. I cut my once long wavy hair that was literally down to my butt to messy, chin length hair and I went from having my normal, clear, bright blue eyes to green coloured contacts. I said bye-bye to the fake tan and said hello to the palest, whitest of the white skin imaginable. Also, I became more violent and self destructive. Isn't it just amazing how 3 people- people who promised to never hurt you- can hurt you in the worst way imaginable?
"Suze, honey?!" Uncle Max called. I flinched at the nickname. 'Honey'. That was what Jake used to call me.
"Yeah, Uncle Max?" I replied, as he entered the hot, stuffy kitchen in the back of his restaurant. I worked here over the holidays, trying to get over the loss of my 3 best friends, and the boy I liked. I was 'dumped', so to speak, the day before the spring break. This spring break was supposed to be awesome; just me, the guys and the beach. Instead, it turned out to be my worst.
"Ah, there you are!" The man cried, pulling me into a hug.
"Uncle Max, hello." I greeted, hugging the 35 year old back. He wore a red top, 'Max's Paradise' written on the back in large, bold lettering and faded jeans.
"I'm sorry I haven't seen you today, I've been upstairs with some new colleagues. What's cooking?"
"Pepperoni Pizza for table 7, southern fried chicken for table 12 and 2 veggie burgers for table 19." I replied.
"That's my girl!" Uncle Max cried, ruffling my short hair, making it messier than it already was. "You ready for the start of school yet?" He asked.
"Yep, I have all of my supplies and I have my alarm clock set for 6am. I am kind of dreading tomorrow though..." I said, getting quieter and quieter.
"Don't worry about them boys too much Susie. You have a bunch of other friends that could be much, much better for you than them 3." Yeah, but they couldn't help fix the hole in my heart like Jake, Quil and Embry would.
"I won't Uncle, now, if you don't mind, the food's done and I would appreciate it if you would call some waiters for me." He laughed.
"Sure thing, honey, after this you can leave if you want. WAITERS!" He called, walking out of the door. I put on my oven gloves and pulled out the pizza, putting it onto a pizza plate and giving it to Andre, waiter 1. I pulled out the veggie burgers and arranged them on the bun and plate, giving it to Luke, waiter 2 and finally grabbed the southern fried chicken, arranging it on a circular plate with a salsa dip in the middle then placed it in the hands of Joseph, waiter 3.
I clapped my hands together and ran them under the water coming out of the tap on the sink. After washing my hands, I took off my apron, hung it up and walked out of the kitchen door, into the main dining area and watched the people chow down on my food. At least I can cook. Right? Well... the customers seem to be enjoying it so I must've done an OK job.
"Uncle, I'm leaving now," I glanced at the clock above the counter, 8:30, "Goodnight!" I called. After a muffled "Bye-bye" from uncle and I walked out of the front door, giggling. It was very dark out now, like always in Forks at night. The rain was coming at a steady pace, soaking me. I pulled out my phone and texted my mum, telling her that i was out of work and that I would be home in half an hour, so that she doesn't start worrying and walked, steadily, down the long road, watching shops closing and people running for taxis and buses, trying to get home.
27 minutes and 17 seconds of counting later, I arrived at my home in La Push, a small reservation, next to Forks. Shrugging off my jacket, I pulled out my key and unlocked the door, walking in and kicking off my shoes.
"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" I called. Mum rushed in with hot chocolate and towels, rushing over to me while shoving the hot chocolate in my hands, and dragging the towel through my hair, trying to dry it.
"Susie! You're drenched!" Mum cried. Well mum, thanks for stating the obvious. Rolling my eyes, I swatted at the towel that was being raked through my hair, tugging my hair at the roots and making it stick up at odd angles.
"Really, mum? I could've sworn I was dry. You know, with my clothes weighing me down and my hair plastered to my face or sticking up left, right and centre." I replied, sarcastically, trying to pat my hair down. Dad walked over and patted me on the back, chuckling.
"That's my girl!" He cried.
"Don't encourage her, Tim." Mum said, scowling.
"Mum, I think im just going to drink this and head off to bed, okay? I've got a big day in the morning..."I said, fake yawning to back up my point.
"Okay, darling. Good night." She said, kissing me on the forehead and walking off to the kitchen.
"Night, night, chick." Dad said, hugging me and following mum into the kitchen. I gulped down the hot chocolate and raced upstairs and into my bedroom. My room isn't the nicest room anymore. I used to have cream wallpaper and brown carpeting with photos and toys and CD's and beanbags everywhere but since...the incident, I took out the carpeting and replaced it with wooden floors and changed the wallpaper; the walls are blue now. And I took down all of the photos, except one and put them in a scrapbook, that's under my bed. The photo I kept is probably my favourite. It's a picture of me, Jake, Quil and Embry at the beach, pulling silly faces at the camera. I sighed and punched the wall, putting all of my energy into it, then threw myself onto the bed, burying my head in my pillow for a second, and then sat up again. Pulling some comfy pyjamas out of the dresser next to my bed, I undressed quickly, replacing my wet clothes with my pyjamas and walked over to my window, pushing it open and climbing out and up onto the roof. Dark and mysterious, the moon shimmered on the sand of First Beach, creating a beautiful scene, one that I wished I was part of. I love sitting of the roof at night. Everything looks so...peaceful. At night, you can just relax. After 10 minutes, I stood up and climbed back into my room, then turned off the light, got into my bed, took out my contact lenses and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Well, what did you think? Review and tell me your opinion - how I can improve, what you would like to see, etc. Bye for now!
~Lozza.