Okay, so If you haven't noticed, I deleted all my stories. I was really tired of my old stories. I wanted to write one that I truly liked. So, that's why I'm starting this one. It's a Twilight/Clique. I'm writing it on Cam and Claire (Edward and Bella). Of course it's going to be different from Twilight, but It's going to be based around it.
Here is the list of the characters: (some of these will not be used in the first story)
Edward: Cam
Bella: Claire
Alice: Dylan
Jasper: Chris (Plovert)
Emmett: Derrick
Rosalie: Alicia
Jacob: Josh
Carlisle: Jay Harrington (don't pay attention to the names; they're all adopted, I just like the names Judy and Jay Harrington)
Esme: Judy Harrington
Sam: Griffin
BTW, in this story, Westchester is a rainy place, kay? :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique or Twilight.
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Have you ever felt like your world got turned upside down? And then, after that, things just seem to get worse? Like after riding the "topsy-turvy" at the county fair, you end up puking all over the cute boy sitting next to you? That's how everything felt to me right now.
As I looked out into my new home, Westchester NY, my stomach felt like it was on the Topsy Turvey. But, if I ended up vomiting, I wouldn't be throwing up on my crush or anything, just my grandpa, who was driving me to my new home. At least that's what the social service lady had told me. But, as I glanced at my grandpa, his expression gave off that he wanted me to live with him as much as I wanted to come to this strange place and live in a house I had never known. If I could have lived on my own I would have. But, being that I was only seventeen, that wasn't going to happen. Plus, I knew my parents would have never liked me being on my own. It was their last wish, the only demand in the will, that social service find my grandpa if anything were to happen to them.
And something did happen.
They were both killed in a crash on their way back from dinner one night. I had no one left.
So, now I was alone. Well, except for my grumpy grampa. Every hour or so he would mumble something about "had to have only had one son...and he had to marry an only child himself! And then, their daughters other grandparents had to have gone on a mission trip in east africa and catch Ebola for heavens sakes! Like I know how to raise a kid!..."
I would just roll my eyes. What a complainer! He wasn't the one who had to leave his beautiful sunny Florida home to live in some small town place, that seemed so mushy it should be illegal. Or leave his friends, his house, his beach...
I shook my head to clear away the sadness as we pulled into a driveway. It led to a white, two-story house that seemed way too big for just my grandpa. He had basically disapeared off the earth after his wife, my grandma, had passed house they had once lived in had saddened him so much after her death. So much that he cut off all contact with his son, his daughter-in-law, and his granddaughter and moved. It took forever for social services to locate him, but they had, to his dismay.
Grandpa put the old buick in park, got out, and headed toward the house. I followed reluctantly. Why did this happen? Why was I forced to stay with my grandpa, who, didn't even want me anyway? Why should I stay here and endure this for a couple of months while I wait anxiously for my eighteenth birthday to arrive? I shouldn't. I won't. I smirked slightly as my grandpa and I walked through the front door. I was getting out of was my main priority right now, getting out of this place.
When we got in the house, me lugging my big blue duffel bag, grandpa turned to me.
"Your room is upstairs. Take a left and it's on your right. The bathrooms across the hall." he said as he started to lower himself in a beat-up recliner, "Oh, and make sure you get up bright and early tommarow, you have a bus to catch." he smirked a little and grabbed the remote of the table beside him as I stalked up the stairs with annoyance. I sat my duffel on the floor beside my bed and looked out the window. Great, I thought to myself bitterly, It's too dark to run now, but I will...I'll get out of this place if it's the last thing I do. One way, I was getting out of here.
I was gone.
Okay, so I know it's short and dull, but i'm just trying to get it started. She'll meet Cam next chapter, promise:)
Avec Amour,
Paix et Adore