Ok, so this is my new story. I know it's really short but this is just a preface kinda. Review and tell me if you hate it or like it. I'll put the next chapter up today too.
My life is a fantasy for me. My dad is an amazing football coach for the Arizona Cardinals. He took them to 4 Superbowls. Amazing.
My brother Emmett is a really good football player who is on his way to going pro after college. He plays the starting center lineman position. He is a huge teddy bear. 6 feet 3 and 300 pounds, most of which is muscle.
And then there's me. Isabella Swan. But if you call me that I'll beat the crap out of you. No, I go by Bella. They say that if I continue the path I'm leading, I could be the first woman pro football player. Cool, huh? I play wide receiver, and, not to be cocky, but I'm really good. My brother and my father support me 100%.
My mother? Oh, she took off and left us when I was 3 years old. I guess she got sick of us. I don't miss her one bit. Harsh, I know, but I don't really know her and if she didn't want to be in my life, then I won't worry about it.
About a month ago, my father came in and told me and Emmett that he took a coaching job in Washington to coach the Redskins. The only team to go to more Superbowls than the Cardinals. And my father got the privilege to coach them. My brother and I couldn't be more excited. The only bad thing was that we could have to switch schools. While he coached in Seattle, Emmett and I will live in a house in Forks, and go to school there.
Charlie said that he wanted us comfortable, so he got us a huge house. We are really rich, so we can afford such luxuries. The only thing was that the money wasn't spent by me much. I was basically a tomboy. I wore shorts and a tee most days. Don't get me wrong, the shorts and tee were of highest quality, but I didn't wear all that crappy dresses and heels. And don't get me started on make-up. It's disgusting, and looks horrible on people. And I had no idea what the heck a Louis Vuitton purse was or Gucci clothing. Fashion just didn't make sense to me.
Of course I liked basketball and baseball, too. But my passion was football. I worked out with my brother everyday for a couple hours. To be a girl and play football, I needed strength and agility to live out on the field.
Tomorrow is the day we are moving from my sunny Phoenix, to the dreary Forks, Washington. My family decided that I was going to go to Forks pretending to be a brother to Emmett, rather that a sister. I didn't want to be teased and bullied for being a girl playing football. I want to show that I can play before they all know I'm a girl.