In a world of darkness
Summary:
Isabella Swan had lived her whole life in darkness. She doesn't see the world like we do. Grey. Her life is gry. Her world is grey. All she sees is grey. She doesn't know why though. When a new family arrive in forks do they have the answers?
This isn't going to be like all them other fanfics you read – she meets the Cullen's, she falls in love and she finds the answers. No, this is not going to be like that. Life isn't that simple. This will probably be a vampire story but if you want it to be a human story, well just ask. Also you may have noticed I'm British – I say grey instead of gray but that is because the spell check on my computer always changes the spellings and I really can't be bothered to change it to American Spellings. Yeah but my apologies to anybody American reading this – or anyone else that says grey like that.
Okay now this A/N is going to be very long but I NEED to say my disclaimer. I will be doing it at the beginning of the whole story so I don't have to do it at the beginning of every chapter – wait is that even allowed? Yeah but I don't own twilight, never will and I'll sit here and cry over that fact.
Also (how many also's are there?) I just want to say that Seeing Colours, a one-shot by IzzibelleoftheBall gave me this idea and I really hope she don't mind me using the idea.
Anyway, I'm going to give you the first chapter, a little taster for you guys and I hope you support this story because I'm not going to give up on it.
I pushed open the door of my grey car. I stared at the grey school. I walked over to the grey building.
This was my life. Grey. I don't know why I'm like this but I've always been like this. When I was born, they noticed that my eyes had some sort of mist on them but you could still see the colour (again apologies to people) there. Truth be told, I still don't actually know my eye colour. When I was taught the colours I was confused. What was green and blue and yellow? I asked my mom (I actually prefer mom then mum so I do that, I have half British spelling and half American) what they were and she continuously tried to teach me them. I told her I only knew black grey and white and she was worried. Surely an eight year old should know their colours by now – at least the basic ones?
The doctors could do nothing and I am doomed to grey for the rest of my life.
Nobody knows about my secret – well they didn't but know they do. My step – dad fed the town with the gossip of my eyesight and BAM my life was ruined. This is why I moved back to my real dad.
I lived in Arizona. My mom, Renee, moved there when she ended it with my Dad, Charlie, but then fell for a sick, perverted bastard named Phil. My Dad spent the rest of his life in Forks, a small town in Washington. I hated the place because of the constant bad weather and the small city. But when the Bastard spread my secret I didn't give a damn, I moved to this small town where everybody lived on top of each other. I didn't have anywhere else to go I guess. I could have easily lived by myself but there was still a few months left until I was eighteen.
Walking into the cool reception office, I was greeted by a woman with wild, frizzy hair in a colour I really didn't know.
"Hi there, I'm Isabella Swan – I'm new here. I've come to collect my schedule."
"Ah yes, Isabella, here we are," she said in a friendly tone, handing me a piece of paper.
"Everybody's heard the news –" I froze. "The Chief's daughter finally arrived; he's been going on about it all the time. My husbands an officer, he works with Chief Swan," she carried on and I relaxed.
She showed me the different roots and I staring at the piece of paper and reaching for the door handle, a boy walked in, knocking me to the ground. Two other girls walked in, along with two boys and gasped, "Edward?!"
"Are you alright?" he said through gritted teeth.
I sat up and opened my eyes and what I saw astonished me.
"Y – yes!" I stuttered and then ran out the room whilst the frizzy haired lady droned on talking about how it was a 'delight to have not only one new student joining us but a whole family too'.
As the bell rang, I leaned heavily on the brick wall of the building and thought about what I had just seen. I had just seen the first colour apart from grey. Bronze.
Right - io I liked that. I was planning on that to be longer but then I cut it short.
anyway please review, tell me what you think peoples
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