A/N: This is my first story in nearly three or four years, so if it is no good, I apologize. If I get no reviews, will not continue the story, only because that will make me believe it's not any good. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Also, I have no idea what to title this thing, so if anyone comes up with a good idea, let me know :D
9/14/09
It's been another bad day again. Well, I guess some of it was okay, but other parts weren't. Aunt Esme bought me another Coach purse, and I ditched school to hang out with her. If I were into designer handbags, I'd be having a field day. However, I'm not into handbags, but I am into ditching school. Also, Jacob ditched me for this girl named Leah again today, and that just dampened my mood infinitesimally. Well, whatever. I'll get over it, I guess.
I slammed my journal shut then reached for my pack of cigs. Ever since I've moved in with Aunt Em, she's allowed me to smoke, even bought me a pack here and there, though since I'm underage, she isn't too happy about it. I'd be willing to bet that my mom and dad are rolling in their graves as I stick the cancer stick in my mouth and light it up.
"Fuck, where's my ashtray?" I mutter to myself, before spotting it on my dresser. Just then, my two cousins, more like sisters, Alice and Rosalie walk into the room.
"You know Bella, that's REALLY bad for you," Alice told me, in her overly perky voice. Even though I loved her, her overly optimistic views got on my nerves from time to time. Mainly when I'm grumpy, or if I've had a bad day.
"Yes, Alice, I know. And Rosalie, that doesn't mean you can start on me either. 'Oh, well if you know then why do you do it?'" I spit back, a bit harsher than I originally intended. I take another drag off my cig, grab the ashtray, and flick my ashes into it.
"Sorry," I mumble, taking another long drag off of the butt. They tell me it's okay, but we all know it's really not. I have the bad habit of taking my sour moods off on other people. Laughing ironically, I run my fingers through my hair, another old habit of mine. Taking one last drag off the cigarette, I put it out then turn to smile at my cousins.
"So, what are we doing today?" I question, before standing up.
"Well, we were planning on going bowling with Jasper, Emmett, and their cousin who just moved here, Edward. You wanna come?" Rosalie asked me, basically jizzing herself as she mentioned Emmett's name. They'd been dating for two years, and I'd moved here about a month ago. While Emmett and I were friends, I was already sick of all the lovey-dovey stuff between the two of them. It was always either, "Emmett this," or "Rosalie that." But I may only feel this way because my life has been a royal suckfest ever since mom and dad died. Alice and Jasper both had the hots for each other as well, though neither has told the other. I've contemplated telling them myself many a times, but it's fun watching them squirm.
I vaguely remember Alice telling me something about this "Edward" a few days back, but I paid no attention. After all, two's a company, three's a crowd.
So as I changed into my outfit, and hopped into the car, I wasn't really prepared to see a God standing with my two friends in front of the bowling alley.
A/N: That's it for now. Sorry .