Life On Mars Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR GOSSIP GIRL! ANY THING ELSE YOU CAN BLAME IT ON ME!

It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair,
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go,
But her friend is no where to be seen.
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen,
But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more.
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow.
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again.
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads.
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
But the film is a sadd'ning bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more.
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

David Bowie . Life On Mars

If you told me 5 years ago, that this would be my life now, I would have laugh at you. But that is what life is about, always surprising you when you least expect it. Well, in my case, that's not entirely true. I had it coming. I made the bed and lied in it all by myself.

It all came to an end someday around the 17th of July, in LA.

I had the perfect life. A beautiful house, money, a famous and absent parents, what else could a 17 years old girl could ask for?

Oh, and don't forget the looks. Perfect body, luxurious light brown/dark blonde hair and deep caramel eyes. Since I was in 7th grade I knew the effect I had in the guys. I discover what my body could do for me and others. At 14 I discover sex, and since then, let's not say I kept a day without it. It made me feel powerful, in control. But my life was still lacking of something.

Love.

So, in my sophomore year, I met Nate. Nathanial Archibald. Such a captivating person. Rich, handsome, hot and had such a power over me that really, it couldn't turn out good. And you can figure it out it didn't.

Let's turn back time a bit. My father is the owner of a huge and multi-billionaire studio in Hollywood, working all the time, self center, traveling left and right. And my mom, well, how to beginning? Making it quick? Left us with half of my dad's money and the pool guy. Yes, that's right! The pool-fucking-guy! Ok, let's face it. Absent husband, leads to a lonely and unsatisfied wife, leading to fucking hot pool-guy working over time (24/7).

This also leads to a disturbed and unloved daughter. Me. Who would grab any chance she had for a little attention. When I was 6 and found out my dad expended more time at the officer then house I found a solution that, at the time, sounds pretty great actually. I learned how to sing.

Come thinking of it, it was really dumb idea. I didn't understand at the time that I didn't need a great voice or talent, a need a great body and knowing how to make the audition fall in love with me on the sight.

When I realized that I start returning to not so great ways of bringing attention to myself. At 13 I had my first beer and right after came the cigar. At 15 I found out pot. At 16, coke. You can see the picture. Drinks, drugs, sex, money; looks like a bad after the school special right? Well, welcome to the life of the rich and famous.

Coming back to Nate. He made me feel special, and the other things he brought along made me feel good to. It was a dangerous mix of pot, coke, vodka, patron, and sex. Lots of sex. He wasn't my first doing it. But he was the one who introduced me to other things.

One day I couldn't take it anymore. It was my 17th birthday. Since I was 11 I hadn't spend one birthday with neither of my parents. Sometimes they remembered. They send some gifts, always showing how extravagant and materialist they really are.

But today they not even pretended to care. I heard my father talking to our house-keeper Rosa...

'Sir, congratulations!'

'And why is that?'

'Today is Isabella's birthday, sir.'

'Hum? Oh well, she's not a baby anymore so don't even worry with a cake, she could loose a few pounds anyway…'

You see? So my excellent conclusion: Isabella = Nothing!

I had to get out of this house. I needed a drink, my friends, anything. So, that's what I did. I went out. Drink all the patron I could put my eyes on, snorted all the coke I had, I fucked anyone who wanted to. And after all of it, I passed out.

Three days later I woke up in the hospital. The nurse told me my body couldn't deal with so much and shut down. But that wasn't it all; I was pregnant, 5 weeks to be exactly.

When the doctor came and said I was ok to go I realized something. I was alone. Not a single person had come here in the whole week I have been here hospitalized.

Going though the parking lot I found my car, my silver Volvo C30, packed with huge Louis Vitton suitcases inside. My father had thrown me out of my own house.

My cell rang.

'Bella, my dear!'

'Rosa, where are you? What's going on?'

'Oh, Bella. I wanted to be there for you, but you father said he would fire me if I went out of the house for you, and you know that is me that support my grandchildren...'

'Rosa, you don't need to explain yourself for me! I know you wanted to help, and I know of your situation, relax!'

'I made your bags and put everything I could on it. Your jewelry and on the glove box, and I put some food on a tupperware. Mr. Johnson, your father lawyer gave me the papers this morning and they are on a black envelope. You are now emancipated and have access to your grandparents' fund. Oh, and your car is also on your name.'

'I'm getting out of LA, I can't stay here…'

'I imagined… where are you going, darling?'

'I don't know, but I will keep you informed, I know how much you care about me, and I really think you are the only one right now…'

'Your father loves you my dear, he just doesn't know how to show it.'

'He had 17 years to figure it out Rosa, I think it's more than enough time. In heading east now, maybe I will come back sometime soon, I don't know. If I change my phone or find a permanent address I will let you know. Love you Rosa, and thanks you so much for all these years. Sorry for all the trouble and heart ache.'

'Don't even mention it, dear. I love you too. And if your father asks…'

'He won't, don't worry. Bye!'

When I rang up the phone I went straight to my car and started to drive why no certain stop.

Let's see where this road will take me…