What another story? And yes I know I'm not done with the other one. The plot for this one just appeared out of no where and I needed to get it written down before I end up forgetting about it.
Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight, I just play with the characters for amusement purposes.
Prologue
"Pack your shitz up! We're getting that pixie back if it's the last thing we fucking do!" This was the first thing Rosalie said, right after I opened the door for her and Esme. She stomped her way up the stairs as if she owned the place while Esme gave me an apologetic smile and ushered me up the stairs also.
"She's over exaggerating the 'last thing' part." Esme murmured into my ear in a calm tone, though I swear I could hear a hint of worry in it.
"God I hope so, dying at the age of 18 is not something I'm looking forward too." I whispered back sarcastically.
Let me start at the beginning before this whole fiasco happened. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but my friends prefer to call me Bella saying my full name was too formal plus it took a while to say. I didn't really mind it really. Bella sounded fine to me. A plain name matching my plain appearance. Brown eyes? Check. Brown hair? Present. Average height? 5'4" Eh I suppose. Pale skin? Mhmm accountable. Average body built? If you meant curvy yes.
My three other best friends, however, aren't what I would categorize as plain. Rosalie Lillian Hale is your typical blonde goddess. She had the curves in all the right places plus alluring blue eyes. She's around 5'9" and had the legs to accompany it. I envied her just like every other female in the vicinity that had no unique feminine feature. One of the things that makes her different from all other blondes is her fondness for cars. She likes to get greased up under a 6 cylinder engine, and I don't mean the kinky foreplay kind. She's a true mechanic at heart and one of the best ever.
Esme Anne Platt happens to be our groups mother figure. She was the one to make sure none of us got into real trouble. She had brown her, but unlike mine hers happened to lean towards the caramel color. Though if you told her that, she'd just scoff replying back that it was brown just like what it says in her driver's license. She's taller than me by 2 inches with a slim body. Not the slim like size 1 style more like towards size 3 with killer hazel eyes.
And last but not least there was little Pixie, Mary Alice Brandon. But don't you dare call her Mary unless you wanted a broken toe. Why? We don't really know. I suppose Alice just didn't like the name Mary at all. Though if you asked me it did make you think of a religious nun. She was the energenic one in the group, the one who created the craziest plans ever. If you had a problem she had a solution to it. Even with the height of 4'11" Alice radiates leadership qualities. In other words no one says no to her. With a petite body and short spiky black locks with bright blue eyes, she was a true definition of a fairy/pixie in real life.
The four of us had been friends since middle school considering Forks is a small community so everyone was bound to be close to one another. And this year just happened to be our Senior year. The last year of our teenage lives. We had it all planned out, well Alice planned it all out really. But things went a bit wary when news arrived a week before summer ended.
"What the fuck do you mean she's not there!" Rose practically screamed into the phone, eyes wide in shock. "Listen Pedro, and listen well you are going to explain to me in English what happened." She replied through gritted teeth. Esme and I exchanged worried looks, as we sat patiently at Rose's bedroom. It wasn't like Alice to be late for our get-togethers. And after a series of calls and texts to her cell with no replies our worries began to increase with every passing minute. "What the fuck!" She released a frustrated sigh before adding, " No, I don't want you to tell them that I called. Got it? Good!" She threw the phone at the floor causing me to jump slightly in shock.
"Rose?" Esme said her name slowly with an intense look of concentration.
"Her parents sent her off to a special school..somewhere in Europe. That's what the butler said." She mumbled.
Did I forget to mention that three of my best friends are gifted with supernatural abilties?
A/N: It's short for a reason lol Chapter 1 is more longer. :]