….and the fun begins!
My story you ask? Would you rather the truth or an enjoyable fib?
Well the truth is, I can see and speak to the dead.
My mother passed away when I was seven years old. My father, who knows where the dead beat bastard lives', so I was left in this world with out a penny left to my name. I am forced to live in a tiny dreary town called Forks. It's awful there, it is the most depressing rainiest place on this earth, so I have heard from Cee Cee, my best friend back at the New York Foster care home.
It's been my jail cell since the awful day my mother left me. But you see my life is not as dark as it sounds. My mother came back to me. She explained the whole ghost seeing thing to me. She taught me all I know.
My mother is the most beautiful sight I have ever set my eyes on. She has soft ringlet curls that shape around her face. Her hair is cut to her jaw line. She has creamy white skin that looks as if she was made as a porcelain doll.
I my self have been stuck with the same white skin but my skin gets ruined when I am in the sun and my freckles come out to torture me.
I am not covered in them I just have spots of them were ever the sun hits.
I have inherited my mother ringlets also. But they are not as angelic looking as hers.
I have an awful hour glass shape. I hate it; I do not enjoy my chest being stared at my opposite sex. But I do enjoy my shape next to girls like Jessica Stanley whom may I tell you she is incredibly self loathing.
She reminds me of a leech, attaching her self to someone who can gather attention and she sucks and sucks until there is no more for that person to give.
Oh and I am stuck living with the only living relative known to me who is the dead beats brother of all people. He's a quiet man, very much like me, I like the privacy I get with him. He doesn't press me about anything, so far.
I am grateful Charlie has put up his house for me to live in with him. Before him I was bouncing around in foster homes and terrible care takers who would beat you just to have some fun in there day.
So there is my story. I have been beaten by the many caretakers who have brought me into there hell holes, I have been beaten by other girls who felt I was too pretty or their "boy friend" looked at me I have even been beaten by the girls boyfriends who didn't like when I told them "no" .
Let's just say I learned to fight the hard way.
…Oh! And my name is Bella Swan.
So now I am sitting in the front seat of the curser with Charlie on the way "home". My mother is in the back seat talking a mile a minute.
"He's always been so gentile darling' I should have gone for him I tell you. What a mistake I have made. If I knew what I know now I tell ya." I just smile ignoring her.
I don't want to freak out Charlie the first day. That would be awful.
"What a mistake Bella I can't believe I couldn't see that then I swear I would ha…"
"So um Bella um yeah, I have gotten you a …a vehicle. It's not the newest, but it is nice and solid." Charlie breaks the silence between him and I.
"Oh my gosh Bella he got you a vehicle. See what I mean he's the best person you could be with I promise you that!" My mother exclaims in the back seat. Her voice is higher pitched with excitement.
"Oh wow Charlie, you didn't have to do that I was going to find a job and work for one. I don't know what to say" I smile gently at Charlie.
"Well I got it from Billy Black he's one of my friends. It used to be his truck but he is now disabled and has gotten a smaller vehicle that is easier for him to get in and out.
He has a daughter about your age. She's a real charmer, a heart breaker I hear. I think you guys should get along. You guys can meet the next cook out Billy has. She is the most wonderful cook"
"Oh that's cool. I can't wait to meet them both then if they are friends of yours." That has got to be the most I have heard Charlie speak to me since I arrived off the bus terminal.
It is raining in forks of course, very green, green moss, green tree tops, green "welcome to forks" sign green, green, and green. Oh this is going to be awful.
We pull up to a nice looking house. It is white with a white picket fence. There are blue shutters and a blue door. Charlie helps me carry my bag. Yes just bag, what can I say I haven't had the experience of shopping.
Inside the house is plain; there are white walls and a worn couch and chair. The first thing that catches my eye in the small living room is the huge flat screen television.
Charlie carries my bag up the stairs to a bedroom that is for me he tells me, my own room. "Yes!" I squeal in my head. Well I have never had my own room I was always sharing with someone. I cannot wipe the smile off my face.
Charlie opens my door for me and steps in and places my bag on the bed along the wall opposite the window and window seat which someone is sitting on smiling. My smile is immediately gone.
Charlie leaves me to unpack my bag. Once he is out of the room and the door is shut and glare at the ghost sitting on my window seat in my new bedroom.
"Well as I can see you can see me, I am Jacob Black and you are?" Jacob Black explains to me, very rudely may I add. His hand is extended out in front of me for me to shake.
"Why are you in my room?" I hiss at him ignoring his extended hand.
"Oh my well you see here miss…." He looks at me his eyes widened with curiosity.
"Bella"
"Well Bella you see this is my room and has been for a very long time. So you see first come first serve." He says walking about my rooms and sits down on my bed.
I scowled at the occupant lying across my white comforter blanket sprawled onto the floor.
I had to admit, this new ghost occupying my room was gorgeous, His tan skin almost glowing in my room with the sun shining off the white walls with a tint of blue in it. His eyes are brown and depthless. He has defined muscles that his white shirt clings to.
I walk over and grab my bag throwing it were he is lying across my bed. The bag fall's rite through him. He sits up and moves over a bit giving room for my bag.
"Well Bella that was quite rude since I was considering sharing my room with you and all." He smiles at me.
I just glare at him "your room? You were thinking of sharing my room with me? Oh you have got to be joking, Your one funny fella ha ha. Now get out!" I say throwing my cloths down on my bed.
And with that he is gone.
Hello guys! Well here is my second fanfic. Wish me luck!
Okay my inspirations for this fanfic I would have to say would be The Mediator series by Meg Cabot (my favorite series since t twilight), A certain Slant of Light by Laura Whitcomb (my absolute most favorite book since twilight), of course twilight, new moon, and eclipse by THE Stephenie Meyer and I kind of have to say a bit of the Gemma Doyle Trilogy. So guys don't be haters ( :P ha I love that! it's geeky) please give me your opinions I listen to them always! And since my disclaimer is actually to four books…. This is the only disclaimer I will do but it lasts through out my whole fanfic!