Looks aren't everything

I am Isabella Swan and this is my story.

My mother died in a car accident when I was seven, my father killed himself by jumping

off a cliff shortly after. I lived with my grandmother, Katherine who was the only living

relative I had, and my life was a living hell. "Bella," said Katherine in a voice of warning,

I drew my hand back slowly, as if it pained me not to eat the brownie, and it did. "Good

girl, Bella darling, you know I only do this because I care for you, you have to remember,

appearance is ev-er-y-thing," she drew out the word everything and smiled radiantly at

me, I had to blink a few times, she could be dazzling if she wanted to, but that still didn't

distract me from the fact that she had said 'care for me' not 'love me' like a normal

grandmother would have done, oh no, and as I thought about it, I knew she had never

ever said it and never would, she had long wavy blonde that always looked like a stylist

had styled it in the morning and a perfect body and skin that could be in a lotion

commercial that was golden all year round as if she spent all her free time tanning by the

pool, which she did, but our pool was indoors and it saw no sun, she constantly told me

that she couldn't go out in the sun because it made skin age, so she only went out only

when it was very cloudy or at night, partying all night long at exclusive, high end

nightclubs, or she went

to a ball, or she got a facial at a spa. She would get bored after a while, that was when she

tried to set me up with the latest guy. "Bella darling, do you want to go out tonight, there

is this guy I want you to meet, his name is John?" she began most of her sentences with

darling or ended them with darling, I found it very annoying and tiring to hear all the

time, and I knew it wasn't a question so I nodded reluctantly. "Let's go out for a swim,

darling," she said, I went to my room to get a bathing suit and looked through my

drawers for the one that was the least revealing, unfortunately they were all bikinis since

everything, including my underwear had to be approved by Katherine, after all, looks

were everything, as Katherine constantly put it, I rolled my eyes and finally found a white

one piece, surprised that it passed Katherine's standards, but then I saw how low the back

dipped down. Oh well, it was less revealing so I quickly changed into it and ran toward

the poor, tripping only once, I dipped my foot into the water cautiously, feeling the

temperature, it was refreshingly cool, I lowered myself down the side not bothering to use

the stairs, looking down to make sure my swimsuit was not see-through, you have to be

careful if its white, when I was satisfied of my decency I swam then lay on floating on

my back thinking about that brownie dreamily, looking up at the beautiful stained glass

windows, until I realized that Katherine's idea of decency was definitely different than

mine, she was naked and laying on a pool chair

flipping through a magazine…naked. I squeaked in surprise and flailed around in the

pool, almost drowning myself. "Bella darling, don't hurt yourself," then she went back to

reading her magazine as if it were the most normal thing in the world to see your

grandmother naked, indoor tanning, or like I like to call it, 'imaginary tanning'. How

disturbing. Why was she naked? The answer was clear when our new pool boy came in

and gawked at her perfect, golden body, I could already see him start to drool. Oh god! I

so wanted to be anywhere but there right then, even in math class, I sighed and stepped

out of the pool, wrapping a towel around myself and walking to the door. I sat at the

piano, and closed my eyes, music came from me effortlessly, and whenever I played I

was always in a dream-like state, it calmed me down immediately, and I instantly forgot

about seeing my grandmother naked. She soon came in, thankfully is a thin silk robe you

could still she a lot of her but it was much better than her being naked. She leaned against

the frame and smiled, closing her eyes dreamily, they snapped back open when I stopped

playing and I stood up heading for my room, the only place where I knew she wouldn't

bother me, the only place she had let me decorate as my own. I looked around

appreciatively, everywhere you looked, there was creamy golden-brown bookcases over-

flowing with all of my books, from Jane Austen classics to Emily Brontë and even to

Scarlett letter. Everything else was pale blue and refreshing light green. A painting of a

lake and a delicate forest hung above my bed, and a single white rose was replaced it the

glass vase on my bedside table every morning by the maid, she also made my bed and

placed any stray books that were still on my bed or on my couch back on one of the

bookshelves, which I found annoying since I always had to look for it, I'd politely

requested that I did not want to have a maid but Katherine insisted so I gave it, she can be

more stubborn than me if she sets her mind to it. I scanned the many shelves and finally

found the book I was looking for, a well warn copy of Wuthering Heights, my favorite

book, I instantly found the page I was last on and read it hungrily, I always felt bad for

Heathcliff since Catherine died. "BELLA DARLING, TIME TO GO!" I sighed and

memorized my page number, then I ran to my closet and threw on the first things I saw.