I posted a poll on my profile asking which story I should post next. 6/10 people voted for this. This is a parody where everything that happened in Twilight happens backwards. Well, most things. The poll will remain on my profile, I will just take away this option. Please feel free to vote.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.
Dedication: This is for all of the people who love Twilight, and therefore love to make fun of it. Enjoy!
I was finally going back. Back to my first home, back to the place where my life had all started. I was going to a place where a native guy (my dad) met a girl who was on vacation (my mom) and it was like love at first sight.
Too bad that their marriage only lasted for 5 years. The summer after I finished Kindergarten, my mother whisked me off to sunny Phoenix, Arizona, leaving my father behind wondering what he had done wrong.
It wasn't just his fault. My mother hated La Push, Washington. She hated all small towns, and when my father refused to leave, she decided to end the marriage.
But I was going back because my mother had married this guy. His name was Phillip and he was a total jerk. He played basketball for a living and, while he thought he was the best basketball player in the world, he actually sucked. But my mom, Renee, was in love with him, and she wanted to follow him to all of his games. And where was I supposed to fit into this equation?
So I was going to live with my father in his little Native American Reservation of a town.
My father was a Quileute. All of his ancestors had lived in La Push before him. Which also meant that my dad, Charlie, believed all of the legends that floated around La Push.
And even though I didn't really want to go to Charlie's house, I found myself stepping onto the plane and waving goodbye to Phoenix, goodbye to the sun.
Another thing about La Push: It is always raining there. Whoever put it in that spot must have really loved the cold and wet.
The flight wasn't bad. I didn't particularly like airplanes, but what choice did I have? I slept through the flight, and woke up to find myself in Seattle. I took another plane from Seattle to Port Angeles, finding myself at the closest airport to the small town of La Push.
Charlie was waiting for me when I hopped off the plane. "Hey, Bells," he murmured.
"Hi, Dad," I replied.
We climbed into the car and silently drove to his, and my, home.
We passed through many towns, and things started to look familiar when we hit Forks, the neighboring town of La Push. I had spent a lot of my time in Forks when I had lived in La Push, and I had even gone to preschool there. The few times that I had spent the summer in La Push, well, it had been pure agony, but I hung out in Forks a few times then.
When my dad pulled up to my new home, it was like stepping back into my childhood.
I sighed quietly, just quietly enough that he wouldn't hear, but I grabbed my bags and hopped out of the car.
"Nothing much has changed here," I commented.
"Thanks," Charlie muttered as if that had been a compliment. He led me around the house. "This is your room."
No duh. "Thanks," I said. I peered around the room. The blankets were a light blue, the curtains were purple, and the carpet was pink. The room seriously needed to be redone. But I had plenty of time. Who knew how long I was going to be here?
"Well… I'll just leave you then…" Charlie said uncertainly. "And let you get unpacked. I, um, kind of have to go into work today." Charlie was the chief police.
"Oh," I said surprised. "That's okay."
Charlie nodded and ducked out of the room.
I wasn't upset. I wasn't exactly the kind of person who loved to have someone standing over them all of the time.
Being alone was just fine with me.
The next day I had school. It was a Wednesday. In March. In the middle of the semester.
Sigh.
Anyway, the morning was pretty uneventful. A few of the boys came up to me and were fawning all over me, something I wasn't used to at all, but I did my best to ignore them. I wasn't hitting it off so well with the girls. There was one girl named Angela who was loud and obnoxious, but seemed nice enough, although, even though I had only known her one morning, I could already tell that she was the gossiping type. There was another girl named Jessica who was really quiet and thoughtful, and she seemed really friendly. But other than that, all of the girls seemed to resent me.
And nobody got my name right. It is Bella, not Isabella.
At lunch Angela and Jessica invited me to sit with them. I sat down thankfully and absentmindedly noticed that some of the boys at the table were the boys who had been flirting with me.
I glanced around the lunchroom, looking to see the rest of my small class of 2011.
And then they walked in.
They were tall, and tan, and muscular. The shortest of them must have been at least 6 foot 3 inches, and they all looked like they could pick me up with one finger. Every one of them had cut their hair short, making them look like a cult.
I wondered if they were on steroids.
"Who are they?" I whispered.
As they filed into the room, they glanced at me and exchanged looks. The new girl. That was me. Drawing so much unwanted attention.
"OH," Angela said. "Those are the Quileute gang, but they don't do anything bad. They are like a "good" gang or something."
"And they are absolutely adorable," Jessica piped up.
"The one in front," Angela continued. "The really big and, well, older one? That's Sam. He's, like, their leader. They always listen to Sam." Sam swung his long legs over the bench and plopped gracefully onto the lunch table.
"Taken," Jessica muttered.
"And the next two. That's Jared and Paul. They were the first two to join Sam's group. Jared's cool, but Paul has, like, anger problems. And they are like… old. They've been in school for years now. They must be really stupid, but they don't seem like it."
"Both taken," Jessica told me.
"After that is Quil. Quil is hilarious…"
"But he spends all of his time with a 3 year old," Jessica finished.
Just as they mentioned Quil, Quil threw back his head and let out a barking laugh. He turned around, zoomed in on me, and winked.
"He's a flirt too," Jessica laughed.
"And then Embry," Angela said with a laugh, gesturing towards one of the most muscular guys. "He claims that he is taken, but nobody has even seen him with the girl, so you never really know. After Embry is Seth. Seth is younger. He's, like, only 16. And he's so tall," Angela gushed. "His older sister was the only girl in the cult, but she left a few months ago. Nobody knows where she went."
"Taken," Jessica sang sadly.
"And then there's Collin and Brady. They're freshman, but…" Angela trailed off, looking at Jessica, who said, "Taken."
"They have other members too," Angela told me. "They have some in middle school. It's kind of pathetic. And each one of them just disappears for a week or so, and then just shows up, and is, like, different."
"Is that all of them?" I asked sarcastically.
"No…" Jessica said slowly, exchanging a look with Angela.
"There's also Jacob Black," they said at the same time.
He must have been listening to their conversation, because the second that they mentioned his name, he walked into the room. It was like some bad sci-fi movie, with his dark skin popping against the white cafeteria. The world seemed to play out in slow motion so that all the girls could drool over him. He was tall, even taller than the rest. I was worried that he was going to hit the ceiling he was so tall.
He had dark drown glistening skin. His hair was longer than the others. It hung down past his ears. He had deep black eyes and a straight nose. He had a charming smile plastered across his face. His muscles were almost more defined than even Embry's, and I think it might have been love at first, especially when Jessica exclaimed, "Not taken!"
"And perhaps the most gorgeous of them all…" Angela said, lost in her daydream about Jacob. She snapped back to life and said, "But he doesn't date, so don't waste your time. I mean, he might be really funny, but he, like, doesn't think any of us girls are good enough or something."
"I won't," I lied. "I won't even think about him."
But the terrible thing was that I already was thinking about him as he sat down at the lunch table with his less gorgeous friends.
When I walked into Chemistry, the first thing I noticed was that Jacob was in my class and that the only empty seat was the one right next to him.
"Isabella?" the teacher asked.
"Um, Bella," I corrected.
He gestured to my seat halfheartedly after he handed me with a few pieces of papers.
I sat down next to the god, but he didn't even notice me. He just stared at his desk. I lightly cleared my throat as I ruffled through the papers.
After searching contently, I glanced at Jacob, only to find him staring at me, shocked, amazed, and somewhat… awed?
I tried to look away from his gaze, but I found my eyes locked with his. I couldn't look away.
His gaze became more and more frustrated, more and more hostile. Suddenly, he jumped out of his seat and stormed out of the room.
"Mr. Black?" the teacher called out into the hallway as Jacob ran down it.
But Mr. Black didn't come back.
Haha, oh Mr. Black. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed. If I get positive feedback I'll have another chapter up soon!
~writergal24