Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, I'm just borrowing her characters.
A/N: So I'm back at and I have the bug for writing. I've been meaning to start a new project and this one just came out of nowhere. I like some aspects of Twilight, but I absolutely dislike how Mrs. Meyer wrote her characters. So, I have taken liberties and upgraded them into more stable characters. They will be OOC and I apologize in advance for inconsistency with updating. This is just a prologue and I want to test the waters before I fully return.
My eyelashes flutter open as the rising sun filters into the room past the blinds and curtains, bathing dancing dust motes in pale light. It's early morning on my last day in Phoenix before I make the move to Forks. It's my last day to bathe in the magnificent sun before I have to trade it in for the cloudy and overcast skies.
Rolling over on my side to face my window, I contemplate my reasons for giving up on the one place that I know. I am truly too altruistic when it comes to my scatterbrained and childish mother, Renee. I know deep down though, the reason why I want to move is just because I want one chance to cherish my youth while I can. It's not like I resent Renee, not at all. It's just that for once, I want to be the child. For most of my memory, I have always been the one in charge. Bills would have gone months without being paid if it wasn't for me. Renee was never good at domestic chores, so grocery shopping and cooking have always fallen upon my young shoulders. Now that Phil was in her life, I can be sure that Renee will be taken care of and the house won't fall apart. Just for once in my life, I want to make foolish, impulsive choices and just go along for the ride, come hell or high water.
I also want to give the newlyweds some time to be newlyweds. It's frighteningly disturbing to hear your mother "getting it on" with your stepfather when they believe you to be asleep. Countless nights of no sleep and gag-worthy images have left their toll and all I want now is just some nice, quiet sleep. If I had to toss and turn all night one more time, then the dark bags below my eyes would undoubtedly attain bags of their own. I know for sure that my reclusive father Charlie has no bed buddies that I have to worry about.
From the confines of my bed, I cast my eyes about the room, mentally checking off the list of items I have packed for my move to the house of my father, the sheriff of a small town. All is well and my mind is put to ease knowing everything has been done ahead of time. My roaming eyes take purchase of the glowing, red numbers of the clock across the room and I think to myself that I only have a measly four hours before I have to be on the plane departing for the state of good ol' Washington.
Attempting to not seem too eager to leave and upset Renee, I languidly rise from the tangled cocoon of my warm sheets and saunter over to my dresser. I packed all of my clothes last night into my pathetically small suitcase, so the dresser appears skeletal and hollow. Pulling open the top drawer, I reach into its depths and remove my previously set aside outfit. True to my mature and oftentimes perfectionist nature, I have everything planned out in advance, leaving no room for adventure or spontaneity. Puckering my brow, I realize that I have to break this habit if I wished to live the "teenage experience" I so desperately wanted.
Oh well, I sigh in acceptance, I'll start my "New Year's Resolution" when I get to Washington.
Slouching on some comfortable travel attire and foot wear, I briefly look over my appearance in the mirror hanging on the space of wall above the dresser. In the morning sun's light, I see the reflection of a relatively plain seventeen year old girl. She has long, wavy brown hair and rather boring brown eyes. Pale skin and a rather slim, petite physique top off my appearance. I might be plain, but surely there is prettiness in my appearance, hidden somewhere in my straight pearly whites and my pert nose. Fixing my hair into a loose semblance of order, I complete my morning beauty routine in one step.
Satisfied with my casual and natural appearance, I take one last look around the room I've had since childhood, although presently devoid of my belongings. A wave of nostalgia washes over me, but not altogether unpleasant. It's a bittersweet moment, but I know that I won't regret this. I am content with my choice to move. It's a New Beginning, I tell myself. I've wanted to reinvent myself for the longest time.
Reaching out for the polished door knob, I tear my sights from my room and cement myself in my decision. The choice has been made and now I have to come through with it. No more boring Isabella Marie Swan. World, here comes the edgy and impulsive Bella…
With an uncomfortable twitch, I release the door knob and return to the bed, smoothing down the sheets into order. Tweaking the pillows, I give a derisive snort. New Bella will have to wait, at least until Forks. Of course, there are beds to be made and surely it wouldn't hurt to put off my new persona until then… I think. It seems like Old Bella will be harder to leave behind than I thought.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Make sure you leave a comment as to whether or not you think I should continue. I appreciate any and all responses.
With love,
cuppycake547