Heylo there, so yes this is my first fanfiction so i'd appreciate reviews - either good or critic, anything to help me improve. Now i've finally gotten the hang of this i'll be able to post more up later. D
Thanks and please do read on.
And of course - I own nothing! These beautiful characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
21st July 2001
It was twilight. The amber sun was setting over the horizon, and it was my favourite time of the day, but it couldn't cheer me up for what lay ahead and for what I had to do. Of course I was ecstatic that a couple had chosen me, out of all the other children here in this care home, and that I was finally going to leave this place after the 5 years I had spent there. But my adoption meant I had to leave the most important figure in my life.
I walked up the old staircase, lingering on the steps to delay myself, and my legs felt as though they would give way due to my nerves. I wiped my sweaty palms on my favourite ragged jeans and continued walking up the steps until I reached his room. I knocked lightly on the door then slowly pushed the door open to see him glancing out of his window at the setting sun.
Anthony Masen was my very best friend here – he was already at the home when I arrived 5 years ago and once we met, we shared a certain connection. He was 5 at the time, same age as me and once we learned more about each other we noticed how much we had in common – such as the fact that both of our parents were killed in a tragic car accident. I felt like I could say anything to him and he wouldn't judge me, I could truly open up to him and he was always there to catch me - which was handy seeing as I was so clumsy I was constantly tripping over. His bronze-coloured hair and striking green eyes were now so familiar to me, Anthony was the closest thing to family I've ever had for a long time now.
I slowly approached him, and he inclined his head towards me, his emerald eyes filled with pain and disbelief.
"You are leaving me, aren't you, Izzy?" His gentle voice only above a whisper, and it quivered slightly.
Then suddenly I dropped to the floor with uncontrollable sobs, the tears falling thick and fast into my hands. Anthony reached out for me and pulled me into his lap, encircling me into a close hug. For a lanky 10 year old boy he was really quite strong. After more crying and a few soothing words the tears eventually ran out and I looked up into his round face- which was a mask of hurt. It took all my confidence to not have another round of tears and I took in a deep ragged breath.
"They're coming to pick me up tomorrow." My voice was colourless, like all my emotion was drained out of me by those tears.
"And that's it? I'll never see you again?" Anthony had averted his gaze so he was once again staring out at the sun.
"If they don't let me see you I'll come straight back here." I said a hint of worry in my voice.
"I can't believe that you are leaving Iz . . ." I looked up in time to see a tear slowly roll down his cheek. I swiped it away with my bubblegum pink thumb – my girl best friend Mary painted them for me last week and they were chipped but I believed they still looked cool.
"I'll never be gone; I'll always be here visiting as often as I can." I laughed to try and lighten the mood from the pressing sadness surrounding us.
Anthony's eyes looked doubtful as I said that, and he slowly stood up to walk to his drawers. I tilted my head to one side trying to see past him, my chocolate coloured curls falling over my shoulder. He then returned with what looked like an antique box and he opened it up to reveal countless pieces of jewellery – from heavy pendants to delicate bracelets, it was a jewellers dream.
"These were my mothers – I got everything they owned when I first came here." Anthony said, reaching in to pull out a fragile looking ring "and so I want to give you this to remind you of me while you are away from me." His hand was shaking as he placed the ring in my palm. I looked at it closely – it was a thin gold ring with several diamonds embedded into it, it was beautiful and it made me more tearful.
I tried placing it on my fingers but it was too big for my small, delicate hands but it just fit my thumb perfectly, and it sparkled and shimmered in the last of the setting sun.
Then it hit me, what could I give him in return? Something that was just as high in value to me as this ring was to him. My hands then made their way to the locket around my neck, which was made of silver and engraved with a detailed heart pattern on the front and on the back it had my initials. It was a birthday present from my parents when I was going through the 'princess' stage of my childhood.
I pulled the chain over my head and deposited it into his open hand.
"Something to remember me by, and now we are even!" I said, plastering a smile on my face. He smiled back but it never reached his eyes.
I looked out of the window to see the sun had completely disappeared over the horizon, the end of my last day with my best friend and my closest friend on the planet.
It's been seven years now, seven long years since I last saw Anthony Masen. The memory is beginning to fade now, so I can barely remember what he looks like. My name is Bella Swan now; I'm 17, nearly 18 and starting my senior year at Forks High School here in the rainy town of Forks, Washington. Charlie and Renee are the best parents a girl could ask for, they've been with me through it all and I don't regret anything that has happened to me.
Once I was adopted I pushed every memory I had back there in Phoenix to the back of my mind – trying to forget the people back there that were waiting for any contact from me, maybe a visit. Seeing as we were so far away visits were impossible and so I wrote a letter once – but no reply arrived. That's when realisation hit me that it was time to move on and start my new life.
Well there was our introduction to Ms. Swan.
Soon we shall be meeting mroe people.
-hinthint-
I'll have the next chapter up tomorrow.
Loves.
Beccah xo