My Own Little World: A Twilight Fan Fiction

The sound of my feet on pavement.

The thirty different smells currently in the air around me.

A child tricycling in front of her house exactly sixty feet away.

I smiled at her although she didn't see me admiring her innocence. She looked about forty six months old. I mentally groaned at why I would know so much about appearance relative to age. I turned a corner down the sidewalk and continued on. It was about one in the afternoon, ten seconds past the minute marker on my watch. I didn't have to look at it to know, but who's counting?

I came to a halt, as the sound of the young girls breathing faded away. I glanced around. No one as far as I could see.. I couldn't smell anybody's natural scent, or hear the unconscious breathing of a person's internal rhythm. I looked up at the sky, cloudy of course with the dark hint at rain. I breathed in the slightly rusty smell of home and smiled again. After one more glance around I took off running toward the over-sized house I knew stood beyond the Evergreens.

To an onlooker maybe I looked like a streak of jeans, flying curly cinnamon hair, and Nike's. Although half of this was true, the fact that I get painfully excited whenever someone gets a paper cut will tell you otherwise. I just wanted to get to my room and shake off all the worries of school for the day. My Nike's slapping against the pavement died down as I approached my driveway. The sound reminded me of how I got them.

"How 'bout those, those are cute, huh?" My Aunt's chiming voice asked me. At the time we had been laying on my bed shopping online. I was never as flashy as her and immediately disagreed on her shoe choice. I'm not a model, I'm about to outgrow them, and they honestly looked outrageously overpriced and stylish. "Oh, Alice"

I said to her. "Don't you like the ones I picked out?" My shoes were on another tab and were much more fitted to my style. She mumbled something about getting a bad gene from Bella. Bella my Mother. I had laughed aloud with her until she clicked "Buy" next to the shoes and bought five pairs in different colors. That memory happily faded back into my mind right at the part where my Aunt Rosalie had walked into my room to see what we were laughing about.

I walked up the driveway and a reflex reaction to start mentally singing rap songs in my head kicked in. My Dad just didn't need to know what my thoughts are sometimes...I'll probably get grounded. There are seven known wonders of the world, you about to witness the eighth mother fucker. I got King Kong in my trunk, King Kong in my doors. I was chanting one of my favorites from Ice Cube as I walked in my house, the wonderful familiar sights and sounds of a house full of vampires surrounding me, adding harmony to my own little world.

My Dad obviously heard me chanting and rolled his eyes as he flitted next to me for a hug. I broke my song to greet my parents. My amazing, loving, and beautiful parents who almost completed the circle of my heart... almost. My Mom kissed the top of my head "We were getting worried that you went hunting without us, you were gone so long." She teased, a happy light in her golden eyes.

I've seen pictures of what color her eyes used to be, but I didn't need them, one of my favorite things I inherited from her looked like a swirling cup of hot chocolate around my pupils. "No, just working on my tan."

I responded sarcastically, but smiled. The sound of my own voice always fell oddly on my ears. It was more natural to me to communicate by touching others and sending them my emotions, pictures or thoughts. I didn't like to speak as much as any other sixteen year old girl. Then again I had only been alive for about seven years. Things rarely go as planned in the world I live in, and I certainly wasn't planned. I felt my thoughts slipping back into their usual rhythm and immediately started rapping in my head again, picking up from where I left off.

My shit is loud, my ears is ringin'. My paint job is wet, my chrome is gleamin'. I flitted up the stairs to my room after another smile at my parents. I couldn't run as fast as my family (certainly not my Dad), but any human would be alarmed if they saw.

I closed the door to my room and sighed a contended sigh. I was missing something of course, I was always missing something in my heart when he wasn't around. He was helping his father build their new house. Blah, men. That's what construction workers are for. I even told him it's silly building it yourself. I mean, I could see designing it, but building it by hand? But of course I love him, I love Jacob, that silly, sweet, beautiful idiot who practically raised me... My thoughts swirled around him as they always did. I slumped against my wall, not caring anymore that my Father was probably listening to my rampant emotions and thoughts. I shoved my curly and slightly tangled hair out of my face, to breath in and wait for him to climb through my window again.