Chapter One : And the Story Begins
If the world was different, maybe I'd be different. Maybe I wouldn't be a raging bitch all the time.
I slowly made my way back to the boarding station getting ready to get on my 9:15 flight to Italy .Why, you may ask? To attend school in this far strange land I've strangely been drawn to. Okay I lied, the culprit was the last chance for the non-infected to leave. The whole US was being hit with something like the plague everyone you know, or had ever cared about was dying left and right all because one genetic mutation in rabies. And, all of a sudden the world wasn't the same. People stopped acting like people, and they started to go crazy. Those who didn't become infected started scrambling like rats trying to find somewhere safe, and well off people like me made it here in time.
No other countries knew what was happening yet, or so I'd heard . The small group of us made our way to our plane escorted by some army official. We boarded as fast as possible while the flight attendants went though the rules, and soon we were in the air and off . As I gazed out of the window I soon saw what had become the beautiful Hollywood Hills, and how the new life I tried to create was dying around me.
"Bella?" It was a mans voice that called me, but not any other voice it was the voice of him. The voice of the man I never wanted to see again. It was the voice of the one and only Edward Cullen. Just the thought of his name made me homicidal. He is the reason I had to leave my old life behind is the reason why I lost everything, and why I wrote myself my own passage to hell. I simply ignored him. My name was no longer Bella or Isabella or anything even close.I had even dropped the last name Swan.
I had no reason to respond to that name. That name was now something that I did not own the rights to. It didn't mean a damn thing to me . My name? Elizabeth Kathleen Maeve not only did I change my name I changed my appearance as well.I was no longer the thin plain pasty girl I was. California treated me well, I soon became a dark olive tone, and my hair swayed past my thighs. With age I soon became thicker, sexier, and bolder and I loved every minute of it.
"Bella I know it's you," was the boy really starting to whine. I always thought he was more mature than that. "Bella please talk to me," he prodded cocking his head to the side to get a better look at me.
"Oh god I hope this works," I thought to myself begging playing dumb would work. "Out of all languages he knows I hope he doesn't know French," still thinking to myself. I took a slow breath and gazed out of the corner of my eye with a false mask of confusion, "Excusez-moi que vous parlez de moi?"(Excuse me are you talking to me?).
"Pourquoi oui manquez Je suis désolé de vous déranger vous regardez comme quelqu'un que je connais ou utilisées pour n'importe quel moyen."(Why yes miss, I'm sorry to bother you you just look like someone I know, or used to anyway) He uttered with satisfaction glued to his face. Both of us knowing he saw right through that terrible plan. Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk me.
"What do you want Edward" I snapped, if only looks could kill. I gave up there was no point putting up the charade. His bright chuckle came out sending a sound closer to a harp than one of a person.
"What, I can't say hello?" His signature crooked smile broke out, and I don't know what it was. But, just that smile made me mad, irritated, and completely pissed off .
To Be Continued