a/n this is my new story, an AH that I thought would be awesome to write. It will take a long time for each update, because this is the only chapter that I'm writing the chapters in a notebook before I actually type and put it on. I've only gotten up to chapter 3, but I'm dying to put up ch. 1.(The summary is subject to change, a LOT, as the story develops more)
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, not even the setting or anything is mine...I basically just made it different than before :)
Death Is Sour
"Bells, I know you aren't happy your mom left, but if it makes you feel better, she didn't take you with because you already had friends that you liked to play with all the time," my dad, Charlie, said.
"Dad, I know, I'm fine about that," I sighed.
He always thought that was what I was annoyed, angry, or sad about, though I know all about why she left. I had heard that speech about a thousand times since 10 years ago, when my mom left.
"Well, then what are you sad about?" he asked.
"I'm not sad, just nervous about the new kids…" I said.
"They're not going to judge you, Bella!" he told me, "if they do, you still have Mike Newton and Angela, among many other friends."
I knew what he would say next. He's said it every time he said a guys name since I turned 13.
"By the way…like any guys?"
I signed, "No, dad, Mike's only a good friend."
"There are others though…" He stated.
"Dad, I don't like Eric, Tyler, or any of the others, I promise!"
"'k," he said, then left my room.
I sighed, and looked in the mirror. I'm not that pretty, my hair's boring, strait and dark brown, like my moms, though hers is shorter, by a lot. Mike goes to near the bottom of my rib cage. I'm too skinny, though I'm not athletic and I'm still soft, somehow. I'm pale, no matter, if I go to California or not, I can't get color. My eyes match my hair, sort of. They're boring and brown, not a nice color, like blue or green.
It didn't help me to stare at myself, so I sat down on my bed, to daydream that I'd have someone who would love me as much as Romeo loved Juliet, minus the death part, but all the guys at school didn't. I don't know what they like, they being Mike Newton, Tyler Crowley, and Eric Yorkie, about me. Jessica, Lauren, and almost anyone else looks prettier, and I know they would all find someone in the other 300-and-so kids that go to Forks High School.
I looked at the clock, and saw it was 7 PM. I'm probably going to end up falling asleep earlier, but I'd finish my homework first. It only should take about a half hour. I only have a bit of English and I already finished about half of it in class. I needed to read and annotate the last two acts of Romeo and Juliet. I'm an avid reader, and I've read Romeo and Juliet about 10 times since I turned 10, seven years ago.
These acts always make me cry, so when I reach the part where Romeo dies, I put down the book so the annotations in it wouldn't get ruined from my tears. As the water works slowed, I dried my eyes and finish reading. Once I put away my books, I went to the bathroom, shared with Charlie, to take a shower and get ready for bed.
As I stood in the shower, I thought. There hasn't been mre than a handful of new students for as long as I've been in Forks elementary, middle, or high school. Now, all of a sudden, another 5 come, all at once. Before I realized it, the water cooled. I quickly finished my shower and finished getting read for bed.
I laid in my bed, and tried to stay awake, but soon I fell asleep. I knew I should have gotten up so early that morning.
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I was at school, in the lunch room. Five tan people cam in, three guys, all of them not bad looking. They were obviously jocks, each wearing a football jacket from their old school in Phoenix, Arizona. The two girls were tall, blond, and cheerleaders. One's hair was a bob, the other long, but pulled into a ponytail held by a ribbon. Both girls were with one of the guys. The other seemed to be checking out Lauren, and Lauren didn't seem to mind.
"Hey, I'm Bella," I say, approaching them.
"Oh, up, hi?" says one of the girls, in a snooty voice.
They turn away, leaving me standing there like an idiot while I hear them talking about me, saying I'm a dork.
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I woke up with a start. Hopefully, Charlie was right, or they wouldn't be like they were in my dream. I looked at the clock, 4:00, it read. Though it is still dark outside, I doubt I'll be able to fall back asleep.
I got up and got ready for the school day. With my hair in a high pony tail, and dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, they were skinny jeans, to be exact, a dark purple cami with some lace at the top and bottom, and an awesome black zip-up hoodie, with pockets, zipped up to just over the top of the pockets, I went downstairs.
The kitchen, cabinets painted yellow by my mom the summer before she left, was small, a table in the center had to miss-matched chairs, neither matching the table, on opposite sides and the tiny living room had one couch, a chair, and a TV, as well as some pictures of me, me and him, and him with my mom. In the center was one of all three of us, taken when I was only one.
I walked back to the kitchen after checking to see if Charlie had fallen asleep on the couch, after his game, or had gone upstairs. He was on the couch. I made him some toast, and put it on the coffee table, then made my own. Once I finished eating, I went upstairs to check my email, and finish getting ready.
All of this only took me an hour and a half. I still had an hour until I needed to go. I started to think of how slow my computer is, so I decided to start cleaning it up of unused content. After deleting about half of the content, I looked around my room again. It had only been 15 minutes, I realized, looking at the clock. What could I do with the rest of that time?
My room had light blue walls and yellowed lace curtains from my baby days. The computer was on the same wall as the bed on the other side of the window, the bedding was like a night sky, darker blue, closer to black, with white spots meant to look like stars. In the corner, my rocking chair, also from my baby days, sat with some clothes hanging over the back. I might as well clean my room, I thought. That too, though, only took a few minutes. Once I ran out of other things to do, I decided to listen to my itunes and read for a bit.
The book I've been reading in my free time is one by Tamora Peirce, one from the 'Song of the Lioness' quartet. They don't take too long, but it depends on how much time I have to read, and this week, I haven't had too much time. Since I was close to the end, already, I finished the book in about 20 minutes, then put it in the pile I have, ready for me to take back to the library soon. I got the next book from my other pile, for books I need to read. Instead of reading more, I decided to leav early, maybe I'd get a chance to see the new kids before they saw me.
I got on long boots, they went up until about two inches from my knees, they were black, like my sweat shirt, with a zipper and about two inches of fake fur on the other end, and the string that threats through loops, avoiding the zipper, leads to puffballs of fake fur like on the top. After tying them on the outside, so my feet wouldn't get tangled, I went to the living room, remembering, finally, to wake up Charlie.
"Dad, come on!" I said in his ear, shaking him.
"What!? What?! Did Mike sneak in and try to do something with you?!?" He always says that if I wake him up.
"No, dad," I said, laughing, "but you WILL be late for work if you don't hurry!"
Charlie's the chief of police, and because of that, I was the most protected girl in the area. Charlie jumps up and runs up stairs, tripping, much like I do. That is because un-coordination is a trait of his that I share, along with not needing to talk to feel comfortable with someone. As he ran upstairs, I got on my coat, black and rain/snow proof, a must on the Olympic Penninsula. I went outside, holding on to anything so I don't fall too much. When I was only a yard or two away from it, I admired my truck.
It was an old, red, Chevy, the kind that can shred a foreign car to pieces and come out unscratched. Round bumpers weren't very helpful for me, since I could slip, and I can't get a good hold. Because of how cold it was in early February, I then hurried to my car, slipping on my way. I heard the door slam shut and Charlie making his way to my, to try and help me up.
Some how, he mad it, and he helped me up, then continued to the cruiser, while I made my way to my truck. When I checked the clock in the car, it said I had another 25 minutes until I would usually leave, at 6:30. Considering there was no now because I was exactly 33 degrees out, I'll make it. I drove to the school, off the highway, in only a few minutes, then running to my first classroom to get out of the cold.
No one was there, so I started, the next book, to read until one of my friends came. A little while later, whith about 10 minutes until school started, at 7, Angela came.
"Hey," she sighed, "Have you seen the new kids yet?"
"No, I got here really early, didn't get a chance," I told her, wondering what she had to say about them.
"They just got here," she started, "They're being annoyed by Jessica as we speak. She's trying to hook up with the single one."
"Ha!" I laughed, "That's exactly what I thought she'd do, but I thought she liked Mike?"
"She does, but she thinks this new guy is really 'Hott'."
Angela is my best friend. Her hair is brown like mine, but curly, though it's sort of frizzy, and she has glasses that hide blue eyes. She's pretty tall, especially next to her boyfriend, Ben, wh is a blondie with blue eyes. Jessica has light brown hair with bluish green eyes, and she likes Mike, a the blonde with greek eyes. Tyler Crowley has black hair and dark eyes, same with Eric Yorkie. Tyler and Lauren, with blond, long, hair and grey, yet pretty, eyes, are going out, though Lauren is probably out with Jessica, bothering the new kids.
"So, are we going to see them, or are we going to sit here alone?" Angela asked.
"Let's go," I said, and hopped up, leaving my things there.
We ran toward the parking long, where I saw a silver car, surrounded by people, and next to the car, five far-away, new faces, that I didn't recognize. I watched from a distance as the people made their way out of the crowd. None of them wore cheerleading uniforms or a Jock's jacket. From what I saw, two, who I took to be twins, had blonde hair. The other three had darker hair, something like black or brown. They all had a surprising skin color, for people that lived in Arizona. They were all really pale. I recognized Jessica and Lauren, flirting with one of the dark haired guys.
"Too bad they're so busy," I sighed, and Angela nodded.
Though I really want to meet them, I'll do so later, when less people are bugging them to be friends. Angela started toward our class room, and I followed.
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After four periods of classes, including English, Math, and Spanish, it was finally lunch. I walked with Mike and Jessica, in my last class, to the cafeteria.
About half of the school has my lunch period, so hopefully one, two, or maybe even all of the new kids would be in it too. As we stepped in, I looked for the new kids. They were kin a corder, the blonde girl was with the biggest of the dark-haired guys, who had short, sort-of curly, brown, hair. On the opposite side of the table was the blonde guy, who had longer, curlier hair, with the shortest girl. The shortest girl had black, short, hair, that was styled to look spiky. Next to the girl was a guy with shortish bronze/red/ brown hair that was messy, but styleish.
They were all extremely beautiful, and definitely not part of normal life here, yet. I waved back at Mike and Jessica as I walked to their table, alone.
"Hey, I'm Bella," I started, "You must be the Cullens and Hales, right?"
"Yeah," said the girl with black hair, "I'm Alice, this is Jasper," she pointed to the one with her.
"Hey," I waved, and Jasper smiled.
"This is Edward, he's Emmett, and that's Rosalie," she pointed to everyone in order of their names.
Edward smiled, and waved, Emmett came up for a high five and Rosalie nodded in my direction. I waved or nodded to Edward and Rosalie, and gave Emmett the high five he wanted.
"D'ya want to sit with us?" started Emmett, "Edward needs a girlfriend, and the other girls are all annoying or rude, or something else is wrong with them."
Edward scowled and flicked him off while everyone else laughed at some degree. Even Rosalie, who I take to be the most serious, smiled.
"Sure, I just have to tell my friends," I said, then set my stuff down on the chair next to Emmett.
I ran to my friends' table, and sat in the empty chair next to Angela for a second.
"Hey, Angela, I'm sitting with the new kids, don't let any of the others stalk me, ok?" I joked at the end.
"by the others, you mean the guys, I'm guessing?" Angela laughed.
"I mean Jessica too, but that works!" She laughed and nodded, "Thanks!"
"See ya," she said, as I got up.
I walked back to their table, and laughed when everyone at my other table got quiet, and I heard the shuffling of someones chair. I'm guessing it was someone coming to follow me, but Angela stopped whoever it was.
"So, what's good around here?" asked Emmett.
"Depends on what your definition of good is," I answered.
"Sports and working out!" said Emmett.
"Shopping!!" Alice said in her high voice.
"Cars," Rosalie said, curiously.
"Reading material and anything related to the civil war," Jasper said.
"We have a few sports teams, but I stay away from anything physical that I don't have to do, so I wouldn't know what they were," I started to answer for all of them, "A little while away is Port Angeles and about an hour away there's Seattle. Stores for clothes, books, and I think even a civil war memorabilia store are all around there. There are a few car dealerships and mechanic shops around here too, and I have a few good friends in La Push, Jacob Black, Quil Ateara, and Embry Call. They love things like that."
Rosalie brightened up a bit, and I told her how to find them. All three are car-maniacs, and love to fix up anything, cars especially, with each other. Though all of them are 16 years old and sophomores, they're cool to hang out with.
"Rose, if they hit on you, they're gonna need some body guards," Emmett cautioned her.
Everyone laughed a little, and I couldn't help but notice how they all sounded. Emmett's was booming, Rosalie's like one from the commercials with a girl running across a beach, laughing, Alice's like really high bells, Jasper a bit like Rosalie's except less girly. Edwards was, though, by far, the best. His sounded like music, smooth, classical, music. I looked in his direction, and saw that his eyes were emerald green; bright and lovely, filled with laughter, and strikingly green. Everyone slowly stopped laughing as I stared into his eyes.
Looking up, I saw them all looking at me, smiling. Alice had a lighter green eye color, Emmett's a bit darker shade of green. Rosalie and Jasper had blue eyes, Jaspers dark and calm, sort of like an oceanic blue, and Rosalie had really light ad solid eyes, sort of like ice. I blushed and looked down at the counter top. I realized I had forgotten to get lunch, and looked at the clock. 20 minutes left in the period, already.
"Shit," I said, as I looked at the rest of the table, no one else got food either, "we forgot to get food."
I stood up, and so did everyone else at the table. Without looking at my other friends, I went to the lunch line and grabbed a burger and a container filled with strawberries and whipped cream. When I went to pay for the overly-priced goods, I had to look at my friends. Jessica looked at me as though I had betrayed her, Lauren was glaring at me, so strongly that if looks could kill, I'd be dead. Angela was facing the other way, eating, but Mike, Tyler, and Eric were all glaring above my head. I guess at Edward.
It was just stupid. I barely know Edward, they barely know him, but because I talked to his family once, they hate him. It's kind of idiotic, they could all have someone else if they wanted. We sat down and ate, first, I ate the hamburger, then I enjoyed my strawberries and whipped cream. When I finished them, and I had noting else to eat, I excused myself, saying that I was going to get to my class early. After saying bye to then, and waving to my other friends, I started to walk, slowly, to Biology II, and Angela soon got up and followed me, so we could talk.
"Who got up first?" I asked, jokingly.
"Jessica," I should have known, "She was planning on using you being there as an excuse to flirt with Edward, I think."
"Typical her,: I said and we laughed.
After talking to her for a few minutes, the bell rang and we walked into the class as other left it. Minutes later, Mike, also in this class with me, came in, and we talked until about a minute before the bell, when I went to my table, the only one without a partner, and he to his. I got out my book and decided to read just a bit more. I only got a few paragraphs ito it when everyone got quiet. I looked up out of curiousity.
Standing in from of the room, handing Mr. Banner a slip, I'm guessing to sign, was Edward Cullen.
Mr. Banner made him introduce himself , but after that short introduction, he was instructed to sit next to me. He smiled when he saw I was there, and walked over with his books. As he sat down, Mr. Banner told me to help him catch up, and I got out my binder, to give him his sections notes.
"Thanks," He said in a musical voice, much like his laugh.
He then smiled a crooked smile, one I noticed made my heart skip a beat. It showed amazingly straight and white teeth, and his eyes shined with happiness.
"No problem," I said, and faced forward.
I started blushing, and, embarrassed by my blushing, that happens way too often, I hid my face in my hair as I took notes all period long. When the bell rang, I gathered my notes, he thanked me again, and I left. Angela caught up with me on my way to P.E.
"Bella! Why didn't you even look at him?!" she asked, confused, "You sat across form him earlier and didn't let your shiness get to you!"
"I don't know, I just freaked out a bit, I guess," I admitted.
"Yikes," she sighed, "Let's hope he doesn't think you hate him or something."
"Yeah," I frowned.
She left for her next class and I went into the locker room to change for my worst class. P. E. isn't my cup of tea, it's actually more like a cup of poison, since I almost always give myself or someone else and injury. I fell as I tried to change, thankfully, I was the only one close enough to get hurt.
When I stepped out and into the gym, Mike came to talk to me.
"Hey," he started, "talking to the new kid, huh?"
"Yeah…"I said.
"I don't really like it," he said.
"Well, why?" I asked.
"It's sort of suspicious, don't you think? All of a sudden, five teens move here, to Forks, and they say they're from Arizona, but they're all really pale."
"Maybe they don't tan easily, I don't," I was offended by his comment.
"But you live here, the rainiest place in the U.S., it's harder to tan here than it is in Arizona."
"Mike, when I go to California, I don't tan easily! The only place I tanned at was Death Valley, and I only barely tanned though we were there for a week!" I almost screamed.
"Yeah, but-" I cut him off.
"No but's, Mike. They aren't whatever you're trying to make them out as."
He sighed, and we went to our spots. Coach Clapp explained that we were going to play volleyball, and set us up. Mike was on my team, so when it ended up that our team had an extra player, he told me to just sit out. I hate sports, so there would be no way to make me play, and since Coach Clapp knew that I'd probably hurt someone if I made contact with a that volleyball, or any type of sports equipment, he had no problem with me not playing.
I waved goodbye to Mike at the end of the period and went to get dressed, only falling twice while doing so. As I walked out into the cold, I looked around. The temperature had obviously gone down a lot, because it was snowing, and the road had a thin covering of ice. Great.
Pulling my winter coat on closer and tighter, I walked slower than usual, so I would only trip a little normal that usual, I went to my truck. I looked where I saw the silver car that morning when I reached my truck, and saw an empty spot instead. The Cullens were gone by the time I could reach my truck.
Grabbing my MP3 player as I got into my truck, I turned it on and set it to play my favorite songs, some Debussy, Linkin' Park, Muse, and on the headphones, I started my car, letting it warm up before putting it in reverse, and slowly and safely trying to get home. As I drove, I wondered if I would be able to talk to Edward ever again without being severely embarrassed, even thoroughly. I don't think so, but I hope so.
a/n ok....if you read this before, sorry! it went up totally wrong and I had to fix it...