I was lounging on the sofa in my room, playing Call Of Duty Black Ops ZOMBIEFIED (insert insane cackling), waiting for my 'oh so great' sister Bella to arrive and move into what was my room. Yeah I got kicked out of my room, so it could be hers. I was put into the smaller room, but it has a window seat thingy and better internet and phone coverage so WHOOP WHOOP.
I should probably introduce myself, shouldnt I ?
I am Belinda Swan, the better child (in my opinion) of Charlie and Renee Swan and sister to Bella Swan. I am sixteen years old, a year younger than Bitchy Bella.
I have dyed black hair that is in a longish messy bob that is straightened and reaches just above my shoulders, my bangs reach the tip of my nose and are swept over my right eye and ends in a point. My hair has red streaks and sticks up in everyway imaginable, making me look like an anime character from Yu-Gi-Oh.
I loooooove Yu-Gi-Oh.
Well I love anime in general, but Yu-Gi-Oh is my favourite...
ANYWAY...
I'm wearing black converse and black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt with the My Chemical Romance logo and a hoodie with a small white 'X' in a circle over the right side of my chest. I wear black leather gloves that covered my knuckles but left the back of my hand bare except for two thin straps that crossed each other. On my left ear I have the helix, snug and lobe piercing and on my right ear I have the triple helix and lobe piercing. My right ear has simple white jewel studs but my left ear has an ear cuff that goes through all three and is in the shape of a black rose and stem with a red stone hanging from the lobe. I aslo have a tounge piercing, but Dad doesn't know that so shhhhhhh...
I wear black lensed reading glasses that were specially made to cover/hide my eyes that I only wear around people other than my Dad and Billy Black.
Mother dearest absolutely despised me. In my childhood it was always 'why cant you be more like Bella?' or 'Bella would never have done that!' So when my parents got a divorce Renee was ecstatic to get rid of me, and Dad was more than happy to take me with him.
And if someone compares me to dearest Isabella, they get a couple of bruises or broken bones. Depends on what mood i'm in. Because I am nothing like her, and that doesnt even include my mutation.
Yeah, you aren't hearing things. I am a mutant, i'm freaking bad-ass.
Mutant and proud...
And why Renee hates me, because I'm a freak. The Mega-Bitch had the fright of her life when I was born. When she held me she thought I was beautiful, then I opened my eyes, she screamed, tears running down her face. Her youngest childs eyes were red, and what was supposed to be the whites of my eyes were black. I was a demon, a freak, something to be hated.
Renee didnt know what was 'wrong' with me, but my Dad knew what I was straight away, because he had a friend that was also a mutant. The Bitch wanted to leave me at an orphanage but Dad protested saying I was a gift, mutant or not, Renee then said I was to dangerous to be let anywhere near her precious Isabella. And her hatred started then.
I was recruited by Professer Xavier when I was twelve, Xavier and Storm had come to my house in Forks and after some persuasion, my Dad agreed to let me go to The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, on the condition that he could visit whenever he wanted.
I had been pulled out of the Institute at the start of the school year, just a couple of months ago, because some really serious shit went down and my Dad was really scared. For me, that is.
My mutant ability is 'ability manipulation' well thats one of the names, I had zoned out while Xavier was explaining it in his sceintific speech that my Dad was pretending to understand. I copy and manipulate others abilities, but I can only manipulate it if I am near or can see them, otherwise stuff might go terribly wrong and my energy gets drained. I also have enhanced reflexes and senses, which I guess is pretty wicked.
I turn off my X-Box and turn to the mirror hanging on the wall, making sure my make-up was proper, dont worry I'm not one of 'those' girls, but I'm still a girl. I reapplied my eyeliner and mascara, putting on a little bit of black eyeshadow, I applied a light black lip liner (making them black all over) on my lips with a ghosting of red on my bottom lip, just under the top lip, giving the black a purple hue.
With a nod of to myself, I smiled, but a thought struck me and my shoulders sagged, my burning red irises downcast. 'I really do look demonic dont I ? With my pale skin, goth make-up and hair, and my red-on-black eyes. I really do look like a demon or fallen angel or something. Damnitt I even freak out mutants sometimes.'
I sighed, flopping down on my purple leather beanbag, now saddened. Most people will find that perfect person and get married and do all that shit, but I scare people, I can't even take my glasses off in school because I can't let people know I'm a mutant, and those normal people would shit themselves if I did take them off. I started wondering what it would be like if I wasnt a mutant. I would probably have beautiful chocolate eyes like Bella, Dad and my friends back at the Institute always said my eyes are beautiful, but they only say that so I don't get sad, don't they ?. I would probably have a boyfriend, like everyone my age and someday get married an-
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No
No and No
I am a mutant and will be a mutant for the rest of my life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
When the ACTUAL FUCK did I become such a sap?!
I shook my head, eyes squeezed shut, before taking a deep breath and opening my eyes, chuckling slightly. I took a deck of playing cards from my drawers, and started playing with Remy's power. That ability is my personal favourite, its lethal but incredibly funny if used in a particular way. Once when i was playing Snap, I'm a child in an older childs body, with Billy and Dad, the cards had literally blown up in their faces, the look on their faces had been priceless, Dad had even pulled out his gun and Billy was swatting his hat around wildly, they then noticed me spluttering and coughing, they had glared for ten minutes solid before crumbling, and laughing along with me.
I was brought from the happy memories by the crunch of gravel, the sound alerting me that the sister I haven't seen in years has arrived is now here. I place the deck in the drawers and get up slowly to stride over to the mirror, making sure my make-up (more like lips) is perfect, I raise my bangs so I can slide on my glasses. Once my glasses have been placed and adjusted so no one can see my eyes I let my bangs fall into place over the right side of my face and glasses, I gave myself a reassuring and slightly sad smile in the mirror. Dads words from earlier today rang through my head...
'please, be nice and try not to kill her'.
I walked through my door and, taking a deep breath, went down the stairs. I got to the front door and sighed slightly, remembering that as a 'welcome home' present SHE had gotten the Chevy 1963 I had had my eye on for a while now. I shook my head of the childish thoughts and sighed for about the fiftieth time that day. There was also something else thats important and that I should remember.
Oh Yeah...
She doesn't know I'm a mutant.
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Ps. Not much is Edited, but I like it better
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For Ear cuff= gothic rose design ear cuff It should be 4th/5th/7th pic
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Black lip liner red lips Should be 10th pic
