Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer. This is a FANFIC.
Title: Secret Place
Prologue
I was never the type of person that got along with everyone in school. Not that I was going around being a bully. No. I just kept to myself. I wasn't the type of person that made friends easily. I was careful. My mom, Renee, taught me to be careful when making friends, though she doesn't take her own advice. Because of this, I rarely had friends. Sometimes I wonder if its really worth being careful.
If you look at me, you might think I'm a very plain girl that can't do anything. In some ways you may be right. I'm extremely clumsy. But I love music. My mom let me learn to play the guitar when I turned 12. I've mastered it quite well. I even started to write some songs. But I'll come to that later.
I love winter. The cold air, the snow glinting in the sun's rays. It's as if millions of diamonds were dumped in this one area of Canada where I live and they all glitter at the same time. It is really beautiful. Though I didn't have friends, I was happy. I lived in my own little world of imagination. One good thing about living in the cold, is you have a warm heart. Someone once told me, if your feet aren't cold, you heart will be. This helped me be kind and selfless. It can be really rewarding.
My happiness was shattered when I turned 13. I used to love sports though I was very clumsy and uncoordinated. People were still careful around me and didn't care much, because they ignored me anyways. But that year everything turned around. A new girl came to my school from a private school in St. Catherine's. She was beautiful. Her hair was raven black that flowed down her back to her waist in waves. Her eyes were onyx black. She looked like a model. She was perfection. I didn't think that there was anything more perfect than her. She always smiled. But as I learned soon enough, behind all that beauty, was a devilish heart. Because of her I suffered a lot that year. Through others' hands, my hair was almost set on fire, my desk was moved out of the classroom onto the street, my locker was filled with crickets, water was poured on me when I was in the restroom, and I think you get the point. She made my life a living hell. I didn't understand what I did wrong. I still don't know. I didn't tell my mother, but she accidently found out when she came to pick me up early from school. I usually rode the bus, and I didn't know she would come. She happened to come across the point in the day when the girls ordered by the beauty to torture me. They chased me to the roof, from the action I guessed they wanted me to jump. They cornered me from all sides and backed to the edge. I'm not sure how it happened, maybe my mom saw as she was walking in the school, but she was on the roof beside me, just before I reached the edge.
As a result…we moved to Phoenix. Why Phoenix? My mother of course. She didn't like the cold. She liked the blistering heat, laying out on the beach and tanning. So I've lived in Phoenix about 4 years now. During this time, I decided to change myself. I convinced myself I hated anything wet and cold. I convinced myself I hated sports. Though I was in pain of losing that part of my life, I never showed it. I acted happy. I can't deny that I didn't enjoy myself from time to time, but I couldn't be happy 100%. My heart became cold. I became somewhat selfish. I stayed kind because I didn't want to be like those people back in Toronto. In the school in Phoenix, the kids there weren't mean. They actually tried to be my friend, but because I pushed them away harshly, they stayed back with judgment in their eyes.
I wrote a song a little about me:
Once, so long ago, my heart was crushed, and turned to stone
Now, a cold façade, protects and shields, their words echo
Here comes the Ice Queen, no heart and no emotion
So it seems, bit they don't really know how I can be
Don't judge me based on what you see.
The lonely Ice Queen, no one is ever good enough
It seems, I'm just a little shy, misunderstood
You think that you can melt my heart, then break the ice.
Snow, fell all around, onto the ground, they put me down.
Trapped, beneath the ice, no sign of fire, but still they cry.
(NOTE: This song was written by a Vietnamese singer Trish Thuy Trang. You can listed to it on the player.)