A/N: So, new story! Actually, kinda two. Let me explain.
This story, Normal Meeting Abnormal, is all in Bella's POV. It's partner story, Abnormal Meeting Normal, will be all in Edward's POV, and it's chapters will follow on from each other. So, you read the chapter from this story first, then the one from Edward, then Bella, then Edward, and so on. Make sense?
Enjoy!
Bella:
12 years old;
"Mum! Why do I have to do gardening?" I whined to my mother. I was 12 years old, and I would much rather be sat inside, in the cool, reading my favourite book, rather than be outside in the ridiculous heat, digging up the garden.
"You need to get out more. Fresh air is good for you once in a while." Renee, my mother tells me. She gets a new hobby ever week, and this week, it's gardening.
"Fine." I huff, and pick up the shovel and begin digging in the far corner of the garden, the only area with shade. My pale skin isn't from lack of being in the sun, I've always been pale. In the sun, I only burn. Not fun.
I've been digging for what feels like an eternity, I'm not even too sure why I'm digging, when my shovel hits something. I'm scared, because it's probably an important water pipe or electricity wire. I duck down, and look into the small hole, which felt like it should be bigger from all the digging, and saw a metal box. Out of curiosity, I dug a little bit more, so that I could get to the box. I looked around, and saw my mum must have gone inside, and pulled out the box.
I thought it might need unlocking, but it didn't, it was just a bit stiff to open originally. Once inside, I saw it had old fashioned newspaper clippings, a picture, and an old looking diary. It was a time capsule! I firstly looked at the newspaper clippings, and saw it was a small article, with a name circle. Underneath, in an elegant script, was the writing 'An article about my father and I'. Next, I looked at the picture, and it had a picture of a boy, with bronze and coppery coloured hair, bright, emerald green eyes, and fairly pale. He was smiling, looking very happy, but his smile was slightly crooked. I turned the picture over, and it said his name was Edward Anthony Masen, and that this picture was taken on his 17 birthday, which was June 20th, 1918.
Quickly, I ran inside, taking the box with me, and went straight to my bedroom. I said to my mother that I was taking a shower, so she didn't mind. I read through parts of the diary, and it was Edward telling whoever about his life, his hobbies, and his friends. He said he liked playing piano, and that recently his father had being trying to 'find him an appropriate suitor for marriage'. I giggled at that part, as Edward didn't seem too happy about this.
17 years old;
"Are you sure you'll be alright, honey?" My mother asked, for possibly the millionth time. I'd decided to move to Forks, as I hadn't seen my father in a while, and my mum and her new husband Phil would be moving around a lot. It would be much either for everyone.
"Yes, I'll be fine mum. Honestly." I told her, and then my flight was called. I picked up my backpack, hugged my mum, and then went to get on the plane. Once I was seated, I looked again at the picture of Edward. Call me crazy, but ever since I found his picture, he's been good to talk to. Yes, I talk to a picture. It's good though, I tell him everything, and, even though I know the real man is most likely dead, it's still comforting to imagine he's listening.
After the long plane journey, of which I spent most of the time reading, I finally arrive in Forks. Looking out the airport windows, Forks is just like I remember. Green.
"Isabella?" Charlie, I mean, my dad, asks me.
"Yeah, but I'm mostly called Bella now." I tell him. He just nods in response, and leads me out to his car. His police car. Ah well, way to make an impression, I suppose, arriving in a police car.
"It only about half an hour to my place." Charlie, dad, tells me. I must remember to call him dad, not Charlie.
"Ok, dad." I say, and I think I see him smile. Just a little.
Eventually, we arrive at a pretty looking two story house, surrounded by forest. Dad helps me bring in my suitcase, and carry it up to my bedroom. Just as we get inside, it starts raining. I smile, 'cause I've always loved the rain. It's relaxing; calming.
"I'll just let you unpack, than." Dad says, before leaving me alone in my room. I guess, like me, he's not much of a talker.
I go to sleep early that night, tired from travelling and dreading my first day at my new school tomorrow. I never really fit into my previous school, and I know I'm rubbish meeting new people. I'm incredibly awkward and shy. I sense dad is the same.
**********NMA**********
I wake up way too early, nerves I guess, and slowly get dressed. I'm not a morning person. I settle on wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a thick jacket. It is pretty cold here.
I eat a small breakfast, before panicking about how I'm going to get to school. I wouldn't want to walk, as I don't know how far away it is, I can't cycle, as my old bike will be way too small and rusty, and I don't want to have to arrive in a police car.
"Dad, how am I getting to school?" I ask once he enters the kitchen. He looks appreciatively at the pancakes I made. I bake when I'm nervous.
"Oh, damn, I forgot to tell you. I have a friend who was selling a car, so I bought it for you. Here, let me show you." Dad says, before leading me out of the front door. When we get outside, I see a car on the driveway which wasn't there yesterday, so I presume this is my new car.
"What do you think?" Dad asks nervously.
"I love it!" I say, running over, and tripping, to the red, slightly rusty, Chevy truck. I've always wanted my own car, but I never could because of all the moving. But this is perfect. "Thank you so much!" I say, before hugging him. He seems shocked, but just smiles as I hop into my truck and drive to school.
It's fairly easy to find the school, seeing as this is a small town, and when I drive in, all eyes turn to watch. I guess they've heard there's a new student coming. I'm probably the talk of the town. Fun.
I get out of my car, carefully, I don't want to trip, and make my way towards the office. I pick up my schedule and map, before going back out to the parking lot.
"Hey, I'm Mike Newton. You're Isabella Swan, right? The chief's daughter?" The guy with blonde hair and blue eyes asks. But, I'm not really paying attention to him, because right across the car park, are a group of people standing by a car. And one of them, I notice right away.
Because, he's Edward. He's the Edward from my picture, from the time capsule.
A/N: What do you think of the first chapter?
Abnormal Meeting Normal will be up shortly! :)
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