Ok, so umm.. this is my first proper fanfiction chapter I have wrote, and some of my fellow Twilighters suggested I upload it onto here. It's up to you guys whether it's good enough.
It all came about in english class one Phoenix weather day; we were asked to do a small writing task where we write a paragraph about the best homework excuse ever. It can be as weird and disbelieving as we liked. Well I have this small problem where everything I've been writing lately has ended up being based on Twilight... *cough* obsession *cough*..
So yeah this is how it ended up. Going from the required 100 words to the first chapter. Please please please review! Thank you so much if you do. Thank you if you even take the time to read my story. I really hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: By the way I obviously do not own Twilight.. *cough* unfortunately *cough*..
My eyes flashed to my bookcase, to my wall covered in posters and around the rest of my bedroom. I was sitting at my desk, my eyes looking everywhere except at the blank pages of my maths exercise book in front of me. It was either this where my eyes simply could not settle on the one place they needed to look, or my eyelids be constantly drooping. I was sitting at my desk trying to concentrate on my tedious, mind-numbing homework, but not being able to control my brain from focusing on more appealing topics.
While absently copying out a maths problem, my mind was really thinking of what I would rather be doing right now: reading Twilight, looking up Twilight, drooling over pictures of the sexy male vampires in Twilight, and basically just thinking about all things Twilight. Glancing down, I was shocked to notice that I had accidentally written the words 'Edward Cullen' as the answer to the maths sum. It seemed impossible to concentrate on schoolwork. "Focus!" I muttered sharply. It was very doubtful that I would ever get high marks in any of my school subjects - unless of course there was a quiz of Twilight knowledge but hell would have to freeze over twice for that to occur - so I didn't see the point in completely pointless assignments and daily homework tasks. Unfortunately, I had no choice in the situation. But no matter how hard I tried, or how desperately I wanted it to be over with, I still seemed to get nowhere.
I forced myself now to read the question again – I was certain that regrettably the answer would not be 'Edward Cullen' – and then to re-read in another attempt for it to sink in. My head became so caught up in trying to make sense of it before I even began the calculations that I jumped like I had been electrocuted when I heard a tiny noise behind me. It was the most curious sound; a quiet clearing of the throat. I span hastily in my chair and gasped before embarrassingly falling off it onto the floor.
My heart pounded in my chest and I couldn't decide whether it was excitement or if I was terrified. There was somebody sitting on the edge of my bed and even though I had seen them with my own eyes, I still couldn't believe it. My eyes were open so wide it felt as if they were the size of dinner plates. If anyone had seen me in this moment they would have thought that I had seen a ghost, but in truth what I just saw was much less likely. I must be dreaming, I thought to myself, that's right, you fell asleep while doing your homework. Because this could not really be happening; things like this just don't exist, at least not in my world or outside of my imagination.
I pushed myself up so I was on my knees, desperately trying to convince myself that there was a perfect explanation for who I had seen on the edge of my bed, if they were even there at all. I warily lifted my head up to look, and immediately felt like I was going to faint. Edward Cullen was staring at me, politely waiting for me to stop acting like an obsessive Twilighter. Not likely. My mouth opened of its own accord and I let loose with the loudest, most high-pitched scream that had ever come out of my mouth in my entire lifetime. Not even my reaction when watching the Twilight movie for the first time could compare. My fan-girl squeal only lasted a fraction of a second before Edward was across the room with inhuman speed; his hand on my mouth cutting off the sound. I stared up at him – he was taller than I had imagined –my eyes crazy with excitement and disbelief. When he was sure that I was going to be quiet, he slowly removed his hand, his eyes cautious and his face unreadable. "I need your help," he whispered.
