Bella POV
For some weird reason, it was always the same dream. No matter what, all that played through my head while I was sleeping, was the day they came for me. All I remembered of the school was being tested on daily.
Being scared. Being terrified. And then, my parents came for me. I was so excited to finally go home after 9 years. There was only one problem. If we ever told anyone about the school, I'd be taken back. Oh, your probably wondering 'school?'. Yeah, but not that type of school. The School. The School I spent the first nine years of my life in. A 'School' that tested on harmless kids.
Their new version of evolution. Going beyond human. Me? Well, I am a shapeshifter. They also mixed my DNA with avian. So I'm 2% bird. Yup. I have wings.
Cool? I don't think wings are in style right now. Pretty? I've got to admit, my wings are pretty darn beautiful. Painful? It. Was. Hell. On. Earth. They treated me like trash. Just a piece of crap, expected to be dead in under 24 hours. But see, that's the thing. I'm subject number 1. The first of my kind to be successful.
So. Back to the Present. My dad and mom are now divorced. They'd married strait out of highschool, and I guess it just didn't work out. I lived with my mom and her fiance Phil. Phil was...great. He's great. And mom, she's sort of, well, giddy. She acts too young for her age, but I still love her.
"Time to wake up!" Mom yelled, jumping on my bed.
"Ugh. Too early." I groaned. She ripped my blankets off.
"Come on! Your going to be late!" She giggled. Today I was flying to my dads house in Forks, Washington. I know right, what the heck? Phoenix is so much better. Sun, beaches, sun, warmth, did I mention sun yet? Yeah. That was one of the bad things about Forks. Rain. Don't get me wrong, I love rain, it's just. . .wet. All the bloody time. Not to mention cold.
"Are you packed, and ready to go?" She smiled at me. "Good. I made monkey bread!" She said in a sing-songy voice. I jumped out of bed, causing her to fall off.
I laughed, and stuck my tongue out at her.
"Ha ha. Very mature Bella." she stood up, and walked over. "I'm going to miss you." She whispered sadly. She pulled me into a tight hug.
"I'll miss you to." I smirked. "That is, if you made bacon. . ." She laughed.
"Now Bella, what kind of a mother would I be if I didn't."