Can you see the twist?
Chapter One
Kellermans
Bella's POV
It was the summer of 2008; when I told everyone not to call me Isabella but they all insisted to anyhow and when I began my obsession with music. Before any College crisis, before graduation plans & when I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad. It was the summer we got dragged to Kellermans.
My Dad was a doctor, a well respected one in our little community of Forks and he went by the name of Carlisle Swan. He was the greatest dad I think I could have ever asked for. My little sister, Alice, always said I was Daddies little girl. My sister Alice was only a year younger than me. Her hair, jet black and straightened to give it a certain flare. Alice always has been full of energy and hyper; buzzing around. She made the most radical choices in life sometimes but now looking back on it all she still doesn't regret them. Then there was my mother, Esme. Most of the time she seemed oblivious to everything big going on around her or just didn't meddle in it. Esme was again, a magnificent mother to me and Alice. Once she saw the good in someone she showed them her compassion. She and Dad were completely different in similar ways. They completed each other. Kind of cheesy but there you have it. Then there was me. The one who didn't fit in. There was no denying it, Mum; Alice & even dad were astonishingly beautiful. And I was just average. Everyone in our family was pale but again three of the family members kind of glowed and I just looked like I needed a tan. The only thing I really like about my face were my eyes. The total opposite to Alice and Dads; whose eyes were both bright blue. Mine were a Chocolaty brown colour. A darker colour than Esmes eyes but I at least I resembled someone in my family.
The drive to the summer resort was long and hot. The kind of drive you just dread. The sun blazed down onto the car top and no amount of window opening would cool it down. Whenever you sat down or moved the seats would make and awful noise and you would stick to the hot leather as if glued there. A comfortable silence usually filed the car though simply because nobody could be bothered to speak for that long. Once Esme and Alice tried to get Carlisle and I to start singing car songs. But no matter how much we moaned our complaints went unregistered and choruses of I'm yours by Jason Mraz started to issue from Alice's mouth. It was useless to try and stop Alice from singing now. She was in the 'Zone' and you never wanted to go into Alice's 'Zone'; Well not unless you wanted a high heel in the back of your head. So instead of throwing a bottle of water at her or something, I returned cowardly to my book and iPod; my two favourite belongings in the whole world. I was already half way through Emma by Jane Austen and we weren't even half way across the country yet. Blocking Alice out wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. My iPod was distracting me with the twenty two hours of amazing music on it and I was getting completely soaked into my book. I carried on reading Chapter 30,
It was not to oblige Jane Fairfax therefore that he would have preferred the society of William Larkins. No!--she was more and more convinced that Mrs. Weston was quite mistaken in that surmise. There was a great deal of friendly and of compassionate attachment on his side--but no love.
For about 4 and a half hours Alice continued to sing and complain, I continued to ignore Alice singing and complaining, Dad drove while occasionally talking to his colleagues on the hands free and mum, well mum was just mum. Worrying that we packed everything, telling us to drink & eat; the usual mum stuff. At the last half hour of the drive Alice started to complain again. That girl will never shut up, so I made a note to myself never to keep the little pixie next to me locked up in a black SUV without a credit card or a H&M in sight. She acted like a six year old; not a sixteen year old. I had just started Northanger Abbey, again another Jane Austen classic, when we saw the first road sign for Kellermans. I had learnt from Carlisle that the man who owned the holiday resort had inherited it from his late grandfather. Though we probably would never meet Jackson (The owner), dad had in the past and he said that Jackson was a respectable man who treasured everything he had. He kept his staff in order and made sure everything he did was perfect, so this holiday resort was probably going to just like him. Respectable, clean, in order & within an inch of perfection.
Oh how very right we were.
A member of staff came to take the bags out of the back of Carlisle's SUV, not five seconds after we had pulled up to the front entrance. He was a massive guy and at least 5 ft. 11, but he wore the goofiest smile on his face I had ever seen. Still grinning he gave one of the bags to me and kept the rest of them. He wore a red shirt with Kellermans written on it.
"Well, Hay there" He said to me. I smiled back being shy as I am, I let Alice talk for us.
"Hey. Are you okay there with our bags? Mines really heavy, Mum wouldn't let me take more than 10 pairs of shoes but I need the coral ones for this really cute..." I lost interest then and rolled my eyes in Alice's direction. I took one earphone out of my head and introduced myself to him while Alice still gambled on about her coral shoes.
"Hi, I'm Bella. Bella Swan." I shook his hand and smiled at him apologetically for Alice.
"Hiya Bella. I'm Emmett McCarthy"
I smiled even bigger after that. Emmett looked like he was someone who I could get along with easily. He was a pretty nice guy. Alice introduced mum & dad to him. That had to be the funniest sight I had ever seen. Alice, the small, pixie, hyper girl introducing a giant of a man called Emmett with a massive smile which could rival Alice's. I had a private laugh in my head before turning back to the car and shutting the boot.
After the long drive in the car it was nice to stretch my legs, I felt stiff and slouchy. The way you feel after an extremely long flight or haven't slept in two days. So I put my earphone back in and followed Dad & Esme. I heard them talking about dance lessons in the gazebo. A small grown with went unnoticed, escaped my lips. Not only were my family beautiful, lovely & glowing but they were so graceful where as I have never been called graceful in my life. Never. I trip over my own feet constantly; it really is so bad that I can't even wear high heels. So I stick to looking at the ground and wearing converses. So dance lessons were hardly my highlight of the year. In my head I started to devise a way to get out of dancing, but as I was going to voice my distraction we were at the gazebo. I looked behind me desperately trying to find an escape from this torture and there was Emmett, with a beautiful girl on his arm. I fell behind the main group of people to go and talk to them. Phase one of my escape plan was complete.
"Hey, Emmett. Long time no see, hey?"
"Oh hey Bella, Aren't you surpost to be dancing with you family?"
. . . Okay. . . Scrap Phase one. I was doomed.
"Um. Yeahh. I'm getting there, I just. . . Just wanted to see if you wanted to come with us?"
"Sorry Darling' but some of us have to work." I was surprised the voice didn't come from Emmett but the girl next to him. She was smiling down at me like I didn't understand her, like I was a baby.
"Sorry, I should have introduced you both. Bella, this is Rosalie. Rosalie, Bella. She's my fiancée." He gave Rosalie the most loving look I think I've only seen on my parent's faces. It was so sweet and tender I just had to turn away and start walking back up the hill. I had no choice, the dance lessons were waiting.
An hour and forty minutes later and the hell was finally over.
