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Hi lovelies!
I do NOT own any of the characters in this story. I'm just a die-hard fan with a plot I thought that sounded kind of cool to me. You might not think it is but hey ho- might as well try haha. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll try to update every week and I'll try not to give up in the middle as I know that can be annoying. Anyways, enough of me. Did I say Stephanie Meyers is in control?
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Chap 1 My little Chode
"Well, this is as good as it's going to get." I comment on myself. I know I'm not pretty. I'm big. I'm, short. I'm spotty. I'm as pale as a sheet of paper. My hair is dark, frizzy and dull- also the colour of poop. But I'm comfortable in my own skin. I have to be. After all, I'm going to be living in it for a long time.
I start to pick on a zit in the mirror but then I'm interrupted by a visitor walking into my wooden-floored bedroom. "Morning, Rose" I greet her absently, not having to look up to identify her.
"Bella, how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that!," she chastised "If you pick on your pimples, you're going to get scars!"
Sometimes, I think I'm adopted. My elder siblings , Rosalie and Jasper, are the epitome of perfection. We live in Forks, Washington - the rainiest place in the world and they still managed to acquire sun-kissed skin naturally. They both have baby blonde curly hair, but Rosalie's hair was not frizzy like mine. Her hair fell down in glossy curls and bounced whenever she walked. Jasper's hair sat in messy curls. To add onto all that perfection, their eyes are as blue and clear as the Mediterranean Sea. All these qualities acquired from my mother. I sadly, resemble my father who is handsome, but, in a manly way and that does not work on me. I have dark brown eyes which aren't that exciting if you ask me. Rosalie just came back from college and was staying with us until she got back on her feet.
"Yeah, because scarring is going to effect my appearance so much." I reply sarcastically.
" I know why you are the way you ….. are," she looked deeply in my eyes "but you are a beautiful girl, in your own way." I rolled my eyes. She really thinks I'll believe that bullshit.
"Yeah thanks, Rosalie but I need to go to school." I tried to dismiss her.
"Well aren't you going to need to get dressed?" She asked, confused.
I look down at my 'I LOVE PARIS' hoodie I got from the last summer and my grey sweatpants. I understand they do look quite similar to pyjamas if you dressed like a Kardashian sister. I laugh and kiss her on her rosy cheek and tell her goodbye after taking my phone off the charger and picking up my blue earphones from the table next to my room door.
Walking downstairs, I smell bacon frying. I walk into the kitchen and see my vision of a mother putting bacon, then eggs on a plate, carefully, like she was doing heart surgery. "Morning, Isa" My brother greets me as he scoffs down a bacon rasher. Only he calls me 'Isa'.
"Morning, Jazz," I say back "Good morning, Mom." Clear blue eyes look up at me from the frying pan. My mother is too beautiful and that is an understatement. She was tall, reaching 5'11 which makes me wonder where exactly my height came from. Her hair was recently cut into a bob but it was still a shining blonde. It contrasted with her dark eyebrows which made her even more beautiful. She actually used to model when she was younger but she quit to focus on Rosalie when she gave birth to her. "Morning, Bells," She chimed "Guess how you're going to school for the first day?" she asked me.
"Bus?"
"Lol, you thought," Jasper exclaimed (can I just say how annoying it is when people actually say 'lol' in real life) "Mum is letting me drive the Mercedes and you, my little chode, are coming with me." I hit him for calling me a 'chode'. The only reason why he got away with it from Mom is because she didn't know the meaning.
"Jeez, Isa, I'm sorry."
I thank Mom for the food and eat my breakfast. It was damn good. But I really didn't want to be so conspicuous on my first day of high school. The Mercedes was the epitome of attention-seeking. My cheeks warmed up at the thought of people, you know… looking at me. I rose out of my chair . "I'm just going to take the bus, my friend Jessica from 8th grade was planning on taking it with me." I lie, plugging in my earphones and putting on my shoes.
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Okay so that is the end of the first chapter in the beautiful Bella's point of view. She doesn't know she is but she really is- just not to society's idea. I hope you got to know my version of her because you're not going to be seeing for a while- well not for a chapter. Because you'll be getting to know Edwardo.
Bye for now, my precious unicorn pony rainbow fairies!
