Chapter 1 ~
Bella's POV-
" So you're telling me, that you think I'm Endowed, whatever that means," I asked, completely weirded out.
Just a few hours ago, my life was completely normal -well as normal as it could be considering that my mom was a supermodel, and that my dad was a billioniare, oh and don't forget the fact that my face was on, maybe just a MILLION magazines．
" Yes, something like that." The person in front of me, I think his name was Felix agreed pleasantly. He had a smile on his annoying face that made me want to punch him, but I just ground my teeth together and, as my PE teacher liked to say, sucked it up.
The stupid part of this conversation was that I knew he was right, I mean, you actually notice something is different about you when you actually witness things flying around in your bedroom when you're pissed off, right? 'Cuz if you don't then there is something SERIOUSLY wrong with you.
" Okay, lemme get this straight. I'm Endowed. My powers are: telekinesis (no duh), illusion, and shield?" I ticked them off of my hand.
" Yup. Oh yeah, by the way, the Academy term starts 6 weeks from now, and a limo will be sent to pick you up..."
" Wait a second... Where is the Academy located anyways? "
" Smack in the center of the Bermuda triangle, on a island called... lemme check... Atlantis," Felix answered looking at a piece of paper titled FAQs.
" WTF? How are we going to get there?"
" First, 5 hour limo ride to airport, I think there's going to be another girl riding with you, a 6 hour airplane ride to Hawaii, then, a boat ride with all the other newbies that will be approximately 10 hours."
" Anyways, before I leave, this is a brochure to give to your parents... remember the Academy term starts in 6 weeks, and check your email later, bye! " Felix rattled off quickly, and with a pop, vanished.
I stared, incredulous at the air in front of me, and started to hyperventilate. Okay, so that wasn't the smartest thing to do, but what would YOU do if some random guy told you that you were an "Endowed", shoved a random brochure about this "Academy", and just vanished?
Remembering the brochure, I flipped it open, and quickly scanned the page...
Our students will learn a variety of things...
20 senators, 6 Nobel Peace Prize winners, 2 Secretaries of State, 3 presidents...
Classes consist of : VAP Math (Very Advanced Placement), Calculus, Biology, Chemistry, English, Literature, Grammar, Art, Free Write, Speech, Speech and Debate, and a choice of thousands of Electives...
So to summarize the rest of the brochure up, it consisted of mainly: Start of term, pick up/drop off by limo, and random bull.
That night, when we were eating dinner, I cleared my throat loudly, and gave the brochure to my parents, Charlie and Renee Swan.
" I'm accepted to this Academy..." I quickly snuck a peek at the title, " Volturi Academy for the Gifted... "
I waited quietly for my parents' reply, while mentally yelling, UGH! Way to be enthusiastic Bella! Put a freakin' smile on your face, for Pete's sake! AHHH, what are they gonna say? HURRY UP PEOPLE! CAN'T YA SEE I'M DYING HEREEEE?
Finally, Renee broke the awkward silence...awkwardly ( What a coincidence! ), " Is that what you really want? "
I beamed, trying to avoid a serious conversation , " Of course! It sounds nice! "
I placed the brochure on the banquet table with a flourish, proclaiming with a wave that I had spent 5 hours perfecting ( yeah, I'm that pathetic ), " Ladies and Gentlemen! Presenting...the brochure! "
Charlie slid it off the table and beckoned to Renee, " We're going to the other room to decide."
I nodded and hopped off my chair, " I'll be in my room."
Back in my bedroom, I sprinted to my iMac, and hurriedly went on my email. I scanned my inbox, and sure enough, found one message from
I gaped at the address, I mean, how awesome would it be if you could prank email someone, and they couldn't prank email you back? Anyways, back to reality, I clicked open the email and a website popped up, along with a password, and instructions. I clicked on the link, and followed the instruction, and before long, I found myself staring at a document, but instead of reading it, I, being the lazy-butt I am, chose to print it out.
I waited for it to finish printing...
And waited...
And waited...
Suddenly, I heard voices on the stairs, and being the smart-ass I was, I threw a blanket over my iMac and printer. So when my parents came in, they just saw a weirdly lumpy blanket covering my computer and printer. Smart, huh?
Anywho, when they came in, Renee came over, gave me a huge bag, and patted my shoulder, " We have decided that you can go."
Charlie nodded, then handed me a bag, " Bring this along though."
I nodded, and waited for them to go out, then opened up Charlie's bag, inside was:
- 10 huge cans of Mace
- 20 smaller, key-chain attachable cans
- 50 small cans which were on necklaces
- 30 cans of pepper spray
I sighed, and rolled my eyes. For some reason, Charlie thought that muggers and rapists hid at every street corner, and always insisted that I carry around "protection"
Next, I opened Renee's bag and quirked my eyebrow at the contents:
- 20 pairs of Victoria's Secret underwear
- 4 scraps of black silk, supposedly called PJs
- 40 way too revealing evening gowns
- 30 various bras, most of which were heavily padded
- 40 miniskirts
- 1 PJ ( plunging neckline, 5 or 6 inches above the knees, just barely enough cloth to cover all the necessities, you know, looks like it should belong to a porn star...) that would give Charlie a heart attack, and which Renee said was for Pajama day or something .
- And a whole 3 wardrobes worth of inappropriate clothes
- And a note that said: Have fun at your new school!
I giggled at the contrast between my parent's gifts, and packed both in suitcases. The next day, I bound the 100+ papers into a thick booklet, and put it in my over-sized purse along with several notepads, highlighters, pen, and pencils. I was prepared... to go to the park and read through the booklet. dun dun dun dunnnnn...