Disclaimer: All characters from the most amazing book ever, Twilight, are unfortunately owned by Stephenie Meyer and not me. Any similarities with Breaking Dawn are mere coincidences. I did not copy the manuscript for Breaking Dawn! However, I do own Elizabeth and other new characters I'll be introducing. So if you steal them, you'll have me to answer to. Rawr!
Author's Note:
Ta-da!! My sequel in the living--. Well, I was going to say "flesh," but that doesn't really apply here, does it? How about, "screen" cuz you're reading it on your computer(or library's or friend's etc.. You get my point).
This chapter is dedicated to my friends Abbey and Kayleigh for introducing me to Twilight. If they hadn't, this story would not exist. Also, thanks for telling me about FanFiction Abbey, and you'd update your stories soon!!
The Song for this chapter is(ironically) Stolen by Dashboard Confessional.
Chapter Summary- Pretty much just the introduction to Elizabeth's story.
Chapter 1: Stolen
There is an unwritten list of people who hate Isabella Marie Swan. If someone were to order these people by how much they hated her, I would come out on top every time. Go ahead. Try it. You'll see that I'm right. But I don't want to waste your time.
"Why?" You may ask. Why do I hate this insignificant little human who seems to have done nothing wrong?
Oh, but she's done many things wrong. And she is hardly insignificant. Not to me. Not after what she did.
I have my reasons for hating her. No one could hate her on a mere whim of thought. No one. Not even me. I'm noble enough to have evidence, proof, and real reasons for hating someone. Unlike that crazy rivalry between those dumb dogs and that coven of vampires living in Forks…
Anyways, my reasons. Could the worst be that she forced me into fleeing to this wintry wasteland? Not that I notice it much.
Or could it be that she's stolen too many things from me? She's stolen my life, my friends. She's even stolen my chair from 5th period Biology with Mr. Banner.
But that's not the worst of it. No. The worst is knowing that every day of my nonexistence is that she, she who had stolen so many things from me, had stolen the greatest thing of all. My happiness.
Isabella Marie Sawn is the person I will always hate because she stole the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Meeting Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.
Author's Note:
So tell me what you think please!