Woohoo, first fic on the new account!! plz plz plz PLZ review... if you dont, I'll say plz a fifth time. The first chapter will be short, just to provide an introduction, background information, and so I can see what you guys think of the idea. Reviews are my motivation to write, so if I don't get some, I will be sad :'(
Chapter 1: The Plan
I've always felt... different. Not necessarily in a bad way. I have friends who love me, a major in literature, good health. I guess it's just a feeling that I have. A feeling that my mind is on a different frequency than everyone else. I've always had that feeling.
I have friends, but I don't completely connect with them, or they don't connect with me, I'm not sure. I have hobbies, but I don't really enjoy them to the fullest... except reading, of course. And finally, I feel ambitious, but I don't quite know exactly what I want out of my life. I guess that's just me. Bella Swan. Wierd Girl.
I'll give you an example. My major. Literature. Who the hell who wants anything out of their lives majors in literature? I mean really. What decent, well-paying job could I get with that? I can't write, which rules that one out. I really haven't given myself many opportunities.
Then... why major in literature? I know that's what you're thinking. The fact of the matter is, I majored in literature solely because I love to read. Simple as that. Most people would be looking ahead, plotting out their lives, thinking of jobs that will make them rich and that they also like to do. I could have thought of other things, better things, that I would have at least liked to do, but I like reading the best. I couldn't imagine doing anything else.
My best friends, the ones I mentioned earlier, are completely different than me. Alice and Rosalie both studied fashion design, and have been working on starting a business in the clothing industry. They have it all figured out for themselves. It's something they like, and definately well-paying if successful, and I had no doubt that they would succeed. Realized ambitions. That's them.
Me? I don't even know. Different frequency.
I've obviously seemed a little stressed out to the two of them lately, and I'm sure they are too. We all share a small apartment in Phoenix, Arizona, and we do pretty much everything together. Now we're getting to the best part.
Alice has concocted a little plan for us. She has concluded that the three of us are simply "under an unhealthy amount of stress" and that we need to do something about that.
Alice's solution? A ski trip.
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So now, Alice was bouncing up and down in her seat, staring excitedly out the window of the plane at the snowy mountains below us. Hello, Colorado. Rosalie was in the middle, getting her beauty sleep with an old fashion magazine sitting still open in her perfectly manicured hands. And I was, you guessed it... reading. My favorite book, Wuthering Heights.
Alice turned to me suddenly, and rather vehemently. "How can you be reading right now?!" she screeched, probably too loud for Rosalie's sleeping form. "We're almost there, where a freaking five-star hotel is waiting for us with a beautiful view, hot tubs, and probably the comfiest beds in all of existance, and you're reading?!"
Rosalie's eyes shot open furiously as she whirled on the screaming pixie. "What the hell, Alice?! I was dreaming about my pool boy!"
Alice blinked. "But you don't have a pool boy."
"I did in my dream," Rosalie countered.
"You are so deprived."
"I can't help but be deprived when I have an annoying little midget living in my apartment!"
Alice's eyes flared, Rosalie's comment obviously having struck a nerve. "I'm not. That. Short!"
"Guys," I hissed, gaining their attention. I glanced pointedly at the passengers around us, who were staring unabashedly at my friends' altercation. I smiled at them apologetically. "I'll try to keep them on a shorter leash."
Once all eyes in the small cabin were away from us, I turned to my two seething friends. "Don't forget, we're on a plane." When they began to calm down, they just stared at me blankly, as if to say 'So?' God, they were so thick sometimes. "A very small plane," I elaborated.
They seemed to get the point.
Alice and Rosalie were quite possibly two of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Alice was short, it was true, barely over five feet. But what she lacked in height, she made up for in spunk and enthusiasm. She had short, spikey black hair that framed her soft, expressive features nicely, which really did make her look like a pixie. And on top of her good looks, she had the clothes and fashion sense to match. I couldn't think of anyone more perfect to study fashion for a living than Alice Brandon.
Rosalie Hale, on the other hand, didn't possess the soft features that Alice had. Her's were sharp and stunning, with the face and body to rival any Victoria's Secret model that might dare to cross her path. Rosalie had a fierce attitude to match her looks, and when she wanted something, she got it. No questions asked. To top it all off, she had gorgeous golden-blonde hair that nearly reached her waiste. They were looks that any girl would kill for, and a girl that any guy would die to have.
Which leaves me. I'm not pretty. I'm not even in the same spectrum as these girls, and I found myself once again asking myself why they even liked to hang out with me.
I am quite honestly and quite literally boring and dull. I have dull brown hair, dull brown eyes, pale skin. My lips are a little too full to be in proportion with the rest of my heart-shaped face. I don't have a phenominal, even decent sense of style, and I lack any kind of interesting personality. It was just me, Bella, the wierd girl, different frequency.
You're tired of hearing it, and I'm tired of saying it. And thinking it. And living it.
I decided right at that moment to try to use this trip to forget about all these problems, these worries, these insecurities. Vacations are all about relaxing and having fun, after all. I decided to enjoy it to the fullest.
And who knows? Maybe something particularly interesting would happen, something life-changing. Maybe.
Alrighty, sooo... first chappie. Lemme know what you think!!
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