"Can you believe it Haze? Twilight has been made into a theatre production! And better yet, our school is taking us to see it!" My little sister, Millicent squealed, almost hyperventilating over the news. And yes she said Twilight as if it were in italics.
If I had a penny for every time Twilight, Edward Cullen or Vampire was uttered I'd be a millionaire. So rich in fact that I could pay to make it unlawful to even speak those words in my presence.
Twilight is the craze, sweeping teenage girls off their feet all over their nation… Edward Cullen has teenagers vowing never to look another boy into eyes unless their onyx... Screw being a princess I want to be a vampire!
It's enough to make one hurl!
Now don't claw my face off or accuse me for contravening all teenage laws, but I did the just thing and sat down with each book of the Twilight Saga and read it from cover to cover.
Frankly, it was just not my cup of tea.
Bella Swan a seventeen year old mortal falls in love with Edward Cullen the hundred and something year old vampire. Together they fight copious battles to express their undying yet impossible love.
"Millie, Twilight is just a story, a misapprehension to persuade kids like you to buy the book. And when you're done with the book, movie merchandise! Can't you see it's just a scheme?" I argued.
"Hazel, you're such a realist. If only you had the mind of Stephenie Meyer, then maybe you could appreciate the romantic tale gradually unwoven to reveal the perpetual love between mortal and vampire!" She shrieked, just a smidgen too enthusiastically.
But she had a point, I was a realist. I didn't believe there was such a thing called love, rather it was your hormones disrupting your brains capability to outline the situation itself and encourage you to tear your partners attire off.
I do not believe in luck, it's just a conjecture to clarify what happens when preparation and opportunity collides.
And I most certainly did not believe in vampires.
"You're a freak!" Was the only comeback I had for her obstinate outburst.
"Hazel Jane," Millie began enraged, "one day you're going to have to appreciate fantasy for all its worth, because all your stupid realistic views are just going to come crashing down around you and the only source you'll be able to turn to is fantasy." She said, flinging her arms around in the air to confirm her side of this argument.
"Whatever." I grumbled and continued rinsing dinner's dirty dishes. I handed a dish to Millie to place in the dishwasher but instead she threw the scrubbing brush at my head and stormed up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door after her to demonstrate her antagonism even further.
For the English coordinator to book tickets for each grade's extension English class was preposterous! Millie topped her grade eight extension English class while I struggled to scrape bottom of grade eleven extension English. Apparently I lacked the ability to write imaginatively. No surprise there.
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Two weeks later Grade seven through to twelve Extension English classes, piled into six different charter buses.
Excited chatter filled the entire bus impending from each seat a girl, and a couple males, occupied. However, a majority of the male population despised this field trip as much as I, so I found a seat with a group of guys and nestled into the carpeted seat, listening to their comforting debate of "Who played a better James Bond; The original Sean Connery, or the latest heart-throb, Daniel Craig? Although, I can't re-call if heart-throb was the exact term used.
Eventually, the bus pulled up to a large, medieval building, presumably the theatre, which rested upon a steep, long and winding hill. When the student population saw the hike they'd have to take to get to the theatre, a simultaneous groan, moaned across the crowd of one hundred and eighty McCarthy College students.
Half-way up the hill, I became exasperated. I was sweating all over and my heart was thumping uncontrollably inside my chest.
"Leave me here; I'm not going to make it." I dramatically cried to my entourage.
"You're such a girl." Simon Henderson laughed. Before I could open my mouth to respond he swept me off my feet (literally) and hoisted me upon his back, piggyback style, then continued to trudge up the hill. I had absolutely no objections and rested my head on his very toned shoulder and let him do all the hard work. I was proud of my efforts for the day.
So as nestled my head upon Simon's shoulder, and inhaled the intoxicating smells of his aftershave, I thought, so what if I had to watch Twilight. I had a bunch of great friends to keep me occupied.
After the breath-taking hike straight uphill, Simon let me go without breaking a sweat. I expressed my thanks and we chatted flirtatiously all the way into the theatre and into the red velvet seats of the room the play was about to take place in.
Suddenly, sharp stabbing pains exploded inside my lower abdomen.
"Oh wow, Simon I'll be back, I have to make a trip to the ladies." I breathed, shocked by the sudden pain.
"But, the plays about to start!" He whined.
"Oh please, like I'm going to miss anything important." I said, slightly agitated.
I edged my way through the rows of seats and explored the hallways outside the theatre room eagerly seeking a bathroom, or better yet a bottle of aspirin.
After staggering around for a good solid ten minutes I found a white door with the distinctive picture of a stick figure wearing a triangle. I burst through the doors to find a short, brunette leaned over the sink holding a bottle of…wait for it… aspirin!
"Hi, please can I have one?" I begged the girl.
"What? Oh aspirin, sure, go ahead. My head is killing me."She whimpered, quickly glancing at me through wide brown eyes. Fervently I tipped the bottle upside down and swallowed a pill.
"Thanks so much." I smiled. "I'm Hazel. Hazel Jane." I said, Bond like.
"Oh, Bella. Bella Swan." She extended the hand not clutching her head. I stared at her in awe.
"You're kidding right?" I asked. Did she take me for an idiot?
"I'm sorry, did I say something offensive?" She replied defensively.
"Oh, I get it! You're an actress! I bet you're playing the lead in Twilight. You're going to be late for the show if you don't hurry up." I smiled, finally getting it.
"What? Yeah, sure. Whatever." She waved a hand impatiently at me.
"Well hurry up women! Go out the door, follow the main hall, and then take two lefts." I laughed and shooed her out. She clearly wasn't keen to go onstage and witness Twilight firsthand. I guess we had something in common.
"Stop, stop!" She began worriedly. "I have to get back! I came through that door and ended up in this closet. I'm going to be late otherwise." She pointed to a door in the far corner of the white tiled room. I hadn't initially noticed it.
"Well this theatre is old, and who knows what secret passage ways lies beyond these walls." I answered mockingly. "Besides this is a bathroom, not a closet."
"Well I don't see any toilets in here." She said in a huff.
"But the sign on the front of the door…" I refuted, but she did have a point. It was a small white tiled room with a single solitary sink.
"Signs can be misleading you know?"
I shrugged off her response and wandered over to the door. Curiously I peered through it, but all I could see was darkness.
"Don't go too far in." Bella warned.
"Oh please, what's the worst that could happen?" I mocked. I stepped through the doorway laughing. A cool breeze whipped part me and slammed the door shut. I jumped and turned around to open the door but it was locked tight. I banged on it, yelling out to Bella.
"Hazel! I told you so!" She shouted from the other side of the door. I sighed frustrated, and took a deep breath.
"Try to open it!" I called to her.
"I can't!" She called back, anxiousness in her tone. "Wait there Hazel, I'll go find someone to help." She yelled. Then all I could her were the soft footsteps of her feet padding along the tiled floor and the thump of the closet door, I originally entered, shut.
I shook my head in disbelief and turned around to see where I was imprisoned. I was standing in a wardrobe, looking out to a single bed, desk and yellow painted walls.
Some ones bedroom.
Cautiously I tip toed across the wooden paneled floors, across to the window. I pulled back the beige curtains and gazed out to a lush green forest, or a scene that primarily looked like one.
In the background there was a sign against a road. I squinted to read the sign and I swear my heart skipped a beat when my brain comprehended what it read.
Welcome to Forks.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry if this chapter seemed a bit slow, but I wanted to start off with some background information so you'd get the gist of the story as it continues!
If you don't understand it, Hazel resents Twilight but is taken with her school to see the theatre production. (BTW she's mortal) When she rushes off to the bathroom Bella Swan is standing in the room. Bella has come through a door (her closet) and ended up in the theatre closet. Hazel walks into Bella's closet and now can't get through the door back to the theatre. So she explores her surroundings and finds she's in Forks, the place where Twilight takes place.
So tell me what you think.
And I'm looking for a beta, so if anyone's interested leave word in the reviews or message me.
Enjoy!