A/N: So this is my FIRST Twilight story. EVER. Let's have a party! ...Okay I'm a tad nervous so wish me luck? heehee right well anyways this is a Edward/Bella story with all the fun Twilight players in it, and is also a crossover with the movie Jumper. And no, none of the characters from Jumper will be in this story, I just "borrowed" the concept.
Summary: "Paladins kill Jumpers, I kill Paladins, it's a vicious circle. So where do Vampires fall into all of this?"
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I don't own Jumper. The only thing I can claim is my character Zooey and her picture is in my profile if your interested.
Chapter One: Forks
"You are one of god's mistakes." - Song To Say Goodbye by Placebo.
Bella's POV
I sat there in the chair, my mom to my left, the window to my right. I sighed staring out it watching the world go by.
Everything looked so much more different when you were so high above it. I wondered if thats the kind of thoughts that astronauts had when they were in space. Looking down on the big world and seeing it as a tiny ball of green and blue. Did they feel insignificant seeing the world and knowing they were just a speck on it from the universe's perspective? Or did they feel powerful being up there and looking down on all the other specks?
My train of thought was interrupted by a flight attendant. She was a tall pretty thing, with chocolate brown eyes and golden sun kissed hair. Her skin was a light bronze color, her legs skinny and muscular, and her breasts large and in charge. She was quite attractive, until I looked at her face.
Her face...
Her face looked like she would be runner up for the Miss Drag Queen USA pageant. To sum it up she had on way too much makeup. Layers upon layers of cover up was caked on her face, her eye shadow was bright red like Ronald McDonald's hair, and a bright "candy apple" red shade of lipstick was smeared on her mouth.
I shouldn't have looked at her face, my admiration was instantly ruined. I hated girls who wore too much makeup. Unless its Halloween you should never wear THAT much makeup. I almost snorted, she looked like a clown.
"Is there anything you ladies would like?" She asked pushing a large cart. My mind wandered and I thought of many secrets and great mysteries that could be within the cart.
Like peanuts, mini-alcoholic bottles, and pillows. She was like a pirate clown with her treasure chest of wonders!
I held in another giggle.
My mother ordered a drink. I heard briefly something about it being strong and dirty but I had gone back to staring out the window. When the flight attendant had turned her attention to me I had almost missed what she said entirely.
"Just a soda please. I don't care which." I mumbled, not turning back to stare at the pirate-clown.
And then the flight attendant was gone in a flash, like a superhero being called off to stop the bad guys. A Superhero-Pirate-Clown? I wondered how many more names I could think of before out flight was over.
I pulled my cd player out and put my headphones on. I could have opted for the new shiny ipod but there was something about the CD player that still had my heart. Besides there was nothing wrong with kickin' old school.
The current cd that was residing in my player was a mixed CD a friend had made for me as a goodbye present. I hit play and the song began a half second later.
"Get straight, wait here while I try to find the exit sign.
When we stop asking strangers, no one wants what we want.
Keep one eye on the door, keep one eye on the bag.
Never expect to be sure, who you're working for."
I reached for the piece of paper that had the track list on it. It had been written quickly from the looks of the handwriting. Knowing Zooey she had probably scribbled it at the last minute.
Track one, The Police And The Private by Metric. I cracked a small smile. It was Zooey's way of telling me to be careful, to be wary of the friendly strangers.
"Just remember." She had said to me through tears in the airport terminal. "If they offer you some white powdery substance, its not pixie stick."
I laughed rolling my eyes but she looked at me sternly.
"Or fun dip!" I nodded adding in my two cents.
"Exactly." She said before pulling out a wadded up kleenex from her jacket pocket, wiping her eyes.
The flight attendant had come back and I hit the pause button on my cd player. She handed us our drinks and told us we would be landing soon, twenty five minutes or so. I sipped my drink quietly and turned to my mother. This had been the first time I really had looked at her since we had boarded the plane. She had her eyes closed and was sipping on her own beverage, the adult kind of drink, while she listen to some music from her own device, the iPod.
Oh the iPod. All shiny and sparkly. With its metallic back and its slick smooth front that comes in a variety of colors. Not to mention sizes. Oh they have all sorts of sizes. Mini's, Classics, Nano's. I'm waiting for them to release the triangle shaped one next.
"Yeah that'll be that day." Another sarcastic mumble brought to you by me.
"What's that sweetie?" My mom said suddenly, pulling the ear buds out and turning to me smiling.
"Oh nothing." I said
"Bella." My mom sighed taking another sip of her drink. "I know you didn't want to leave Phoenix but this job, well its good for me."
I didn't argue with her this time. I could see she was tired from all the emotional stress we had been having. Phil, my step dad, had just left her and the divorce court battle wasn't going well. My mom told her lawyers that they would continue to fight the good fight but she would have to do if from Washington.
And that's where we currently were headed. That was the reason for Zooey's mixed tape and my mom's hard drink. We were headed to Washington, to a town by the name of Forks.
Dining utensils everywhere would be proud.
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