Hey, guys! Here is a whole new story for you!
I hope you will forgive me my little English mistakes, as I said, I'm not English :) Anyway, italicized sentences are in direct thoughts of Dany.
So enjoy and do not hesitate to tell me what you think !
PS : I love the Twilight books and that Stephanie Meyers did with them, although I must admit I don't really have the same look as my fifteen self-myself :) I have twenty, soon twenty-one now, so things are a little different ^^ But yes, there will be some criticism of Bella in this book and probably as much about Edward and history in general so you will be warned friends :)
Today should be a day like any other for me. At least it had been until I had closed my tired eyes with the hope of a better day tomorrow. But for you to understand better, back to the beginning.
TWILIGHT !
Seriously ! This book was my daily scourge. Honestly !
I could not help but probably shake my head fiercely for the tenth time in my day at the mere thought. I ground my teeth in annoyance before passing a new speed to the view of the fire from the green.
Stephanie Meyers was definitely my nemesis. She ruined my life.
No but really, let's be honest here, who wanted to read a silly story about a vampire constantly brooding with tendency of a control freak ? Oh ! And do nt start me on the depressed, morose and spiteful of life, Isabella Swan.
This girl was the simple fruit of all my nausea. She kept complaining and whining about her existence. Well, it was a bit what I was doing at the moment but I had all the rights. This girl had ruined my life. Who would believe such a utopian tale in which the heroine is completely dependent and obsessed with her love for beauty. The low self-esteem, I couldt understand but than to speak paragraphs and whole paragraphs on the dazzling beauty of this vampire asshole.
I think you'll understand that I'm not a big fan of that damn book.
And yet, I had to live every day of every month surrounded by that damn book. I really do not understand the enthusiasm for this story. Although I might be somewhat biased on the subject. I was not really what we could characterize as an eternal romantic. Personally, I preferred the down-to-earth things and above all, do not involve any romance. Especially not romance. I do not really know why but I dedicated a real revulsion to love.
This was perhaps the result of the fact that all representations of love that I had during my childhood had ended in complete disaster. Or, simply because it already completed my antisocial character.
Although if I listened to my therapist, I was rather misanthropic. This was perhaps a little too hard in my opinion so I preferred drowning in denial and say I was just antisocial. I assumed that this was probably why I was not really one of those great social butterflies. Only if all these morons were not all filled their noses in all these famous stupid books !
Seriously, what does that brought their ?
Why these girls desperately felt the need to bring this disaster literature with them wherever they went. I was almost come to hate red apples because of them. Almost. Fortunately for me, I was not easily intimidable. Not to mention, they were not content just to bring them everywhere with them, no. They constantly had to read them before me. I do not even counting the number of times I'm getting hit by a blindly of them because they were too immersed in their readings to get around me. And as these books were not enough, they had to adapt to the movies. There were so many masterpieces waiting to adaptation but no, they had to produce this turnip.
I soon to see the famous white fence bordering my two-story house and I could not help but think how much it seemed so stereotyped. I remembered the time when my mother had decided to move us straight from New Mexico to the picturesque town of Portland.
Who wanted to leave New Mexico to bury in a boring town like Portland ? Well, my mother apparently.
Although, I was not particularly surprised, the woman had the gift to ruin my life since I was born. This was to be the curse of being the eldest. Or just the fact that I was a kind of extraterrestrial even within my family. I had never been very conventional to start. With my 5' 7 and my wild long dark curls going along with my dark whiskey eyes, as saying that I was a sort of intruder in the family photos. Especially since my father and my mother barely exceeded 5' 5. Not to mention their hair from blonds platinum to blonde strawberry. To top it off, my little sister, Kathleen was the spitting image of my mother. Added advantage of a suspicious item on my presence in this family.
Anyway, I was hitting the asphalt of our garage before cutting the engine with a sigh. If the school was a kind of torture for me, the family context was almost as much for me. Now it was my mother, my sister and me, but it did not say we were close so far. In fact, my sister and my mother were. They had really hit it off, being very dynamic and playful all the two, they could only agree.
As for me, well, I was kind of sarcastic kind, biting and cynical. I did not particularly like unnecessary conversation and even less physical contact. In other words, I was self-sufficient to myself.
I recovered my keys before pulling my bag in red back of the back of my car before finally down. A cool breeze of September flew through my loose curls and immediately I approached my hooded cardigan around my pulpy part in a thrill.
I hated this city permanently.
If this would be home. Yes, because for me, the house was still in New Mexico so I could still walk in a simple tank top with short sleeves. The shorts would even rigor. No, cursed for four years, I had to face the icy air of Portland and the depressing surroundings. At least, New Mexico was rewarding. Here, it was just bitumen and quaint shops.
For the record, I was not particularly greasy or coated forms but I was in the right place and I would not do sports for the world. I had enough muscles without even making effort. This was probably the only point that I shared with one of my family members. Unfortunately, this was a point that I shared with my father. Another thing I hated, well, it was definitely the man. I could be lazy and impassive as he had the feeling and emotions but I was not blind, and even less understanding.
Jose was a big corporate CEOs and apparently a large diamond digger lover. He was already in his fourth wife and my mother counting if I added the age of the last three women, it does not even exceed sixty-six. And this was only a small part of why I hated the man. I was fully aware of my faults but that did not mean I was going to do any work on myself. I already was going to therapy for good measure before my mother, that was enough.
You're probably wondering why my mother had insisted I go to therapy sessions ? Well, it turned out that my inconsistency with other lonely and my behavior was not normal.
Shocking, I know.
Personally, I just thought she would make me more like my sister. After all, what parents would like a strange and reclusive child with an unpleasant behavior and almost robotic. I threw the strap of my bag on my shoulder making my way inside my house while listening for any noise to me indicating the presence of my sister or my mother. Without really expect, the TV sound reached my ears and I put my bag against the bottom step of the stairs before heading towards our kitchen.
I unwound my jacket before opening the door of our refrigerator looking for a little something to calm my stomach growling. I grabbed a frozen yogurt with a spoon of the cutlery drawer before walking by simple habit in the lounge.
However, I certainly do not expect the sickening sight before me.
My mother, yes, I said well my mother held my worst nightmares in her fingers. I looked at the dark front page with almost ghostly white hands holding red apple with pure contempt of blood before tightening my grip around my yogurt. The crackling of the plastic seemed arrested my mother out of her reading as she suddenly raised her eyes to look at me with a start.
''Oh my God ! You scared me, honey ! ''
The names of pets ! I despised them. And how lucky I was, my mother loved. She used them for almost everything. However, this time her name crossed off as it seemed I always had my eyes on the hideous cover taunting me again.
I could not believe I had to also undergo the same pattern again in my own home. I planned Kathleen succumbing to this madcap fashion, but my mother. Of all persons. Again, I really should not be surprised, she tended to be immature sometimes.
The look of my mother seemed caught my gaze and she was soon up the book in the light with a clearly unconscious smile.'' Oh, you also know that book ? I bought it for you at the base but I could not resist getting a look. The saleswoman told me it was the pus great love story of all the time. ''
Here ! I was going to vomit.
I winced in pure disgust before giving a look on my yogurt still in my hand.
I was definitely not hungry anymore. She had bought it for me ? Seriously? Again, she does not definitely know me.
In only a few times where I had deigned to speak, I simply openly explain my disgust for the new craze of girls at my school for this book and yet she had bought me. And then she wondered why I did not open myself more.
I decided that not even worth my energy loss and word as I was clearly jaded at this stage and simply turned around in an almost religious silence. I rested my gluttony jar in the fridge before to get my bag up the stairs and under the confused call from my mother. I ignored her all the way before you hear my foul mood to anyone who was around me violently slamming my door of my room. The few posters hanging on my wall flew just like my sign ''no trespassing'' ricocheted against the hardwood, amplifying my exaggerated gesture.
I let go without care my bag on the floor before leaving my sneakers without bothering to undo my shoelaces. After that I rushed straight on my bed, face down before hiding my face in my pillow white. From the moment my lips touched the fabrics, a cry of anger escaped me and I took advantage of the sound muted to release all my frustrations of the day. I remained in that position for more than an hour before slamming our door soon followed by steps of my sister in the stairs, reminding me of an elephant herd called me up.
Without even bothering to knock, she suddenly came into my room forcing me to sit up suddenly just to throw her a glare of death. I was clearly not in the mood.
'' Well hello, dead. '' Called Kathleen always pleasant and I shrank more my shine on her, shaking my jaw as she closed the door behind her before getting more comfortable in my room.'' How was your day? Whoa, great ! Mine was good too. ''
I rested my feet on my soil cool my room clearly annoyed with the sarcasm of the blonde before straighten me in exasperation.
I had more than enough.
''Hm hm. Always great conversations about what I see. ''
''Get out! '' Barked I pointing furiously at my door just to cringe as she just put her hand on her hip, looking at me under her lashes in a sign of defiance.
I immediately pinched the bridge of my nose in front irritation to let go a deep sigh.
She wants that.
I rushed straight on her, sparking wide eyes of the blonde as she saw that I was going to approach her and I soon firmly grab her arm before throwing her myself out of my room unceremoniously. The blonde let out a small shout of surprise clearly not ready for my attack and I could vaguely hear the tired call our mother to the floor below. I did not know them before suddenly snapping my door at Kathleen nose. The second plague of my life let out a small gasp before outraged fun to pound her fists against the surface of my door. She knew how much it had the ability to exacerbate me.
However, I was not going to give in this time. I retreated some still glaring at my closed door before turning to give a look at my messy room.
Several piles of dirty and clean clothes littered the ground while some of my notebooks randomly lying around my bed I blew a strand of hair from my face before kneeling down to get my books for good measure. I was not particularly attached to the order, let alone the school. I was an average student, holding me in a good C. I did not really have to plan for the future and prefer to continue living with the flow for now. The only thing I dedicated a true passion was history. It seemed horribly cliché. The girl recluse and solitary, aspiring for old history but I could not help myself. The heritage of our country was rich and I never missed an opportunity to learn more. Mythology especially.
The gods were something for which I really was passionate. Not that I would tell a single soul. I had become used to hide my books under an old cardboard inside my closet and I left them only when I was sure to be alone. I raised a new stack of clothes just to suddenly face my greatest personal shame. Just before my eyes was the object of the offense.
Fascination.
I had always professed a deep hatred for the book but I was not stupid and I wanted to get an opinion before saying simply that I hated. Only now I was facing it, I could not help but wonder why I had stupidly keep. I released my dryly stack of clothing, feeling anger resurface before recovering it. I quickly made my way to my metal garbage before throwing the book inside with force.
I risked a glance at my door yet close before deciding that the throw was not enough. He could still return taunt me and I had no doubt that if Kathleen had a hand on it, the mockery never would end. So I quickly recovered my trash before rushing straight into my bathroom adjacent. I put my trash in the shower before returning to my room. I hastened to seek a lighter through my mess before walking back into my bathroom with black lighter in one hand and an old paper in the other.
I soon regain book before pressing my thumb on the lighter mechanism against old sheet of paper. The song instantly caught fire and I hurried to paste the withers to the pages of the book. From the moment he took fire in his turn, I threw back into the basket and watched it burn with satisfaction. I expected it to be reduced to a heap of ashes before quickly turning my palm shower to put out the small fire as a single, simple thought crossed my mind.
Perhaps ... perhaps if history had been different, I would not have been against this idea.
However, I had not even finished thinking that a sarcastic laugh escaped me.
Who was I about to try to fool ?
It was obvious that I definitely hated this story as much as the characters. I hated Bella and her whining and degrading attitude. She was a shame for the female gender. As to Edmund, yes, Edmund. I not care less his name in reality. All I knew was that I found him even more unfriendly than Bella.
I emptied the rest of the ashes down the drain in my shower before leaving my trash dry in the open air. If my mother learned what I had to do then things would only get worse for me. She was already convinced that I was a depressed teenager then if she knew that I launched in small volunteer fire she would probably interned me. Anyway, I went back to my room, clearly relieved to hear appeals and boring shots of the scourge.
I settled back in bed wanting definitely the day to end and decided that I could simply speed up the process. The last thing I thought before sinking into a deep sleep was how much I hate Twilight.