…CHAPTER 1: DIFFERENT…
BPOV
Here we go.
That was my first thought when I decided to move in with my dad. To be completely honest, I was not exited to go to Forks. I hated everything about the little town. But I wanted my mother happy. So there was no other choice.
Since I would spend a large amount of time at the airport, I decided to wear something easy for today. I pulled a black T-shirt with skulls on it out of my drawer, together with a matching black pair of jeans and a pair of black All- Stars. I put on as little make- up as possible without feeling empty and began to take my stuff.
The whole ride on the airplane, I kept listening to music. Not wanting people to disturb me in my current state. Although it seemed that the guy next to me found me really interesting. He just kept trying to have a conversation with me, so I just stared meaningless at him till he finally gave up and began his search for another victim.
After hours of doing nothing but sitting, listening to Confide on my IPod and staring at a sign which said in capital letters 'buckle your seatbelts.' The sigh began to lighten up. Finally.
When the plane landed, I tried to get out as quickly as possible. Being me, I didn't really got far, but I was still quicker than usual. I took my suitcase and began to walk at an easy phase to the Gates.
As I walked through the double doors, I was met with everyone's eyes, staring at me in awe. Apparently, I was the first one who arrived and came out. Searching through the mass of people, I came to the conclusion that my dad, Charlie, hadn't arrived yet.
Walking down the hallway, I decided to sit down at a bench next to the entrance, so Charlie could see me the second he would walk in.
Too bad for me, I wasn't the only one who was searching for a spot. More people had thought they had walked around long enough, and sat on the other benches. Except one person, who came and sat beside me. Right beside me.
Although she was nice looking, she smiled a little too bright for my liking, and to make circumstances even worse, she talked to me.
What, for Christ's sake was wrong with people nowadays? This was the second time already someone tried to speak with me. Didn't she notice I wasn't listening to her at all? Didn't she noticed the Skull crusher Headphone I was wearing? The only thing I saw were her moving lips. And I can tell I'm not that good at lip reading.
Trust me.
Finally, Charlie emerged through the double doors, almost running past me. "Bella?" Charlie asked. I immediately had the urge to respond with an angry "Who else?" but I had to suppress it. Charlie didn't have to know or realize people pestered me that it almost became a habit to tell them to fuck off. The worst of all was that they called me an 'emo' or a 'freak' all the time, just because I'm different.
"Hey Char- dad." I replied happily. He smiled at me and gave me a short hug, his way for saying 'hello'. He insisted to carry my suitcase when we walked down the parking lot, towards his police cruiser.
The ride to my new home was silent. Not uncomfortable, but still. Sometimes he would question me about my style of clothing, how it changed through the years but in some way, still stayed the same. He also gave me some good shopping addresses for me, even if that wasn't his style at all. My father knew me to well, and it was nice to notice he had put a lot of effort to make me happy over here.
We drove across the 'Welcome to Forks' sign. Since I would spend the rest of my school career in this shitty place, which actually didn't look that bad as my mother always claimed it to be, I decided to look around as far as I could through the tanned windows of the cruiser.
First thing I noticed, it was green. Too green. More than I´ve ever seen in my life in Phoenix. Second, the people who were walking outside, didn´t have a sense of fashion. And I´m not saying that out of defense. They were grey, just like the aura of the whole state Washington D.C.
Pulling into the driveway, I immediately noticed nothing had changed through the years. Strange enough, it made me feel more comfortable. Charlie guided me towards my room, again carrying my luggage. When I opened the door, I realized my room had changed.
When I was little, my room had been covered with posters and pictures of Barbie and animals like dolphins and horses etc. etc. To make it short, when I was younger, my room was very girly. But like me, it had changed, or in my perspective, transformed.
Nowadays, the walls of my room were black with some roses in red and grey, in one of the corners was a pile of rolled up posters. There was a different bed, with sheets of Disturbed and a new desk, which was white. It matched, in contrast with the black walls.
The moment I was done investigating the bedroom, I noticed Charlie was gone."Hmm" I muttered, I hadn't heard him walking away, but it was OK. That was one of the good things about him, he didn't hover, or started to talk about meaningless things, like mom would do.
After I was done unpacking, I went downstairs to find Charlie cooking in the kitchen, it smelled like he was making eggs. "Hey Bells, I hope you're hungry after your flight." He said, when he saw I was walking into the kitchen. "Quite. " I responded. "The plane-food wasn't really eatable." Charlie laughed. "Guess so, never tasted it before. I hope you like the eggs." He said while finishing our meal for tonight.
It wasn't bad, but after I'd asked him what else he could make, he admitted he could only cook eggs, bacon, fish and steak. It seemed like I was going to take over the job, how else would we survive?
After dinner, Charlie turned on the TV to watch sports, baseball. I watched with him, not that I was interested, I didn't gave a fuck about people who would hit a ball and run for fun. But Charlie seemed to enjoy he wasn't watching alone, commenting and informing when something odd happened… or at least odd to me.
About an hour later, I informed him I was going to bed, I didn't want to be tired on my first day on my new school, Forks High. "Have a good night Bells, and good luck at school tomorrow, I'll be working at the time you'll wake up." "OK, good night, dad." I replied.
I collected my stuff and went to the bathroom. The bathroom was small, compared with the one I had in Phoenix, for myself. It became even worse the moment I felt the water get ice, and ice cold. "Holy shit!" I shouted. I put the shower off as quickly as possible and wrapped my towel around me. "Bella?" Charlie asked. "Is everything alright? I heard you shouting and …swearing." "It's okay." I replied after taking a deep breath. "The water just got really cold." "Alright, our tank is probably empty. I'll get a new one tomorrow. Sleep well, kiddo." I heard him walking downstairs again and huffed. Seemed like my showers would be a lot shorter up here.
Wearing my XXL T-shirt from Breaking Benjamin, I set my alarm and began to sleep, letting my body rest for my personal D-Day.
EPOV
I was sitting in my room, listening to music, when I heard my alarm clock go off. That meant it was time to prepare for the ultimate teenage doom. School. "Edward! Put the damn tune off!" my sister, Alice yelled. Of course, I let it ring till she started threatening me. "Edward! I swear, if you're not putting the alarm off, I'm going to burn your shirt from 'Your Valentine Bullet'... or whatever their name might be!"
I sighed. "First, it's Bullet for my Valentine. And second... you did not say the magic word." I replied with grin plastered on my face.
"Please, put off your alarm, the song is killing me." Alice thought towards me.
"Out loud, Alice." I responded with my so-called 'emo voice'. Emmett nicknamed it, because when I would put it up, it sounded like a talking corpse. Dead. Which was, in a strange unnatural way, the truth.
"Please turn the music off, Edward. My ears are shattering. As if you could call that Music!"
"Everybody's different, Alice. Not everybody likes Justin Bieber or Lilly Allen, and to inform your pretty little shattered ears, yes it is music. You can hear drums, guitar and a singer and- " "Okay, Okay. It's music alright. Now please put it off, otherwise I'm going to braid your hair in pink."
I huffed. "How would you manage that? We don't sleep, remember." She let out a quite growl, but hard enough for me to hear it anyways. I stopped my alarm out of boredom, grinning like mad when I heard Alice mutter "Finally." And walked down the stairs to the family's closet.
It was Alice's idea. She'd told us it was handier for all of us to put all our clothes together in one giant closet, than in seven 'smaller' ones. The closet didn't even fit in the biggest room, so it filled the whole basement, which size was equal to the whole first floor.
To complete the picture, Alice divided the closet into different sections, each of us owned one. Mine was at the back, surrounded with curtains which hang from the ceiling to the ground. Me being me, I just ripped them off a view feet to have a dramatic effect.
The funniest thing about our sections was that they all had a name, but Alice had told us we couldn't give our own section a name, one of our family members had to do it. Of course Alice choose Jasper, and Jasper Alice. Rosalie choose Carlisle, because she had the feeling he would paint hers exactly right. Carlisle wanted Esmé to do his, and Esmé choose me, because she'd always liked my interest in music and art. The only one left was Emmett, who had a smile so big, his face seemed to be too small to contain it… Someone was happy to name mine.
At the end, the results weren't that bad. Everybody had painted each other's name in a beautiful way, except Emmett. Instead of painting 'Edward' he had painted 'Emoward'. The first couple of days, it irritated me, but after I'd really thought about it, it seemed to fit my character perfectly. Everybody called me an emo after all.
"Edward!" Alice yelled. Running down the stairs. "Can I please try to create an outfit for you?" She asked me with puppy- eyes. I sighed. The last time she tried to dress me, I ended up like a normal teenager. No black, no extra belts, no bracelets, no studs on a single place on my body or backpack and no make- up at all. At. All. I didn't even knew I owned regular clothes. I didn't let Alice shop for me. At least not without my personal supervision.
"OK, but only try, and-" Alice interrupted me. "I know, I know. No regular clothes like last time, nothing without studs, and not ever a piece of baby blue, or baby pink cloth." I looked dumbfound, although Alice was the psychic of the house, I didn't see that coming, which was very stupid.
"Please, please, please, please, pretty please?" she pleaded. That was so mean. She knew I don't like making people plead. "Fine." I muttered, with an awful grimace on my face. "Yay! Thank you Edward, I swear it will look fabulous" she squealed.
Well shit. Alice was becoming better with matching my clothes but hearing the word 'fabulous' did not excite me for wanting to know what she was planning to do. After a couple of minutes, which was faster than I thought she would ever be, Alice called my name from downstairs.
"And, what do you think?" she asked me, hopefully. She'd chosen a dark blue skinny jeans with a black studded belt, which was supposed to hang diagonal around my hips. Above it, was a black T-shirt of the band Silverstein.
Next to my T-shirt, were quite a lot bracelets, at least twelve of them. They were all studded too, some pointier than another. There was also a pair of black gloves, cut at half of my finger length. Last, Alice held a bottle of black nail polish in her hand. I huffed at the sight of it. Alice would never allow me to paint my own nails.
Twenty minutes later, when my 'manicure' was done, I hurried upstairs to put some make- up on to finish the job. "Edward, wait. I want to help you." Alice called, following me. Oh Hell NO! "Alice, no! you make it look way to female!"
Suddenly, the house seemed to shake of someone's laughter. Emmett. "Like our little brother isn't female enough already. Right Edwina?" he joked, rolling with laugher.
I growled, when suddenly, Alice's eyes unfocused. The vision was too short for me to see, but when it was over, Alice looked excited about something. "Hurry up Edward, we're late for school." I objected, whining "But I still have to do my make-up." But it was already too late. She grabbed my arm and pulled my downstairs, towards my car where the rest of the family was waiting.