Beverly hills. Thats NOT where I want to be.
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight =( But I do own a twilight t-shirt =). I also dont have anything against Brazillians
"Come on Bells what'd you do that for?" My father Charlie I slammed my bags in the trunk.
" Isabella I'm sure you'll like the new house no need to put on a frowny face" My stepmom Lucinda said. She's the only person who still calls me by my whole name. I always tell her not to , but she never listens.
Oops, sorry I guess I've never told you who exactly Lucinda is , and why my fathers still not with my mom Renee. Let me start now. My mom and dad got married really young and didn't bother to think about what it'd be like. The only thing that went on in their mind was sex ,sex, and more sex. I know it's actually really frightening to think that my mother and father had to do the hippidy dippidy to make wonderful me. .. That was sarcasm by the way, I'm actually not that wonderful I'm just Bella plain old, brown haired, brown eyed Bella. Well, back to the story on how im stuck with little , over there. Well my mom ended up leaving my dad because she was feeling "suffocated" and "trapped" being married to him. My father was in a huge funk when they got divorced, he was in an even bigger one when I decided to go and stay with my mom.
My fathers not the type of man to show his emotions too much so he acted like it diddn't phase him and started dating alarmingly beautiful women the day he signed papers. He eventually met this beautiful blond haired women with the body of a super model after having four kids. And ended up marrying her because they were in "love".
"Bella! We have to go ! " Charlie said. Motioning for me to get in the car.
"Yeah Isabella get a move on chickadee" Lucinda said. I don't know what annoyed me more, the fact Lucinda calls me Isabella or the fact that she's so brain dead she doesn't realize I hate being called that .I rolled me eyes so hard at her , I swore they were going to pop out. I'm so pissed off, I can't believe I'd agreed to go move in with my dad and Barbie 30 years into the future. I guess I'm sort of happy they live in a big house, but I can't stand the people in there. Barbie has 4 kids! I mean 4 kids! How the hell that supermodel managed to pop those suckers out I'll never know.
They were actually pretty cool kids. Jane who was a little bit close to my age , she was 19 with, blue eyes and blond hair with boobs bigger that Pam Anderson. I'm pretty sure my dad bought those for her, he offered me and asked if I wanted plastic surgery but unlike Jane I took that as an insult , and not a peace offering. Then there's Alec , he's a year younger than me (making him 16), and he's a totally artsy kinda kid. I don't really have a problem with him he has dark brown hair like mines , but unlike me he has gorgeous grey eyes, and freckles from being in the sun to much. The one kid who I honestly can't stand is Michael he's 14 hot as hell for his age, and is a total womanizer. The dude has girls calling him 24/7 I once went and stayed in California with him and I swear him and some brazillian slut were fucking in the backyard. Then there is my favorite kid Richard . He has blond shaggy hair and stunning blue eyes. I swear if he wasn't twelve years old I would have loved him. Then the stupid barbie had a shitzu (that legit shits everywhere, including on your lap.)Named Jimmy.
"Isabella sweetie we're here" Lucinda said. We had arrived at the airport, to go to their beautiful Beverly hills mansion. I wonder why Lucinda Hasn't brought her Wu-tang clan along with her.
"Ooomph!" I heard Charlie say as he dropped my bags into the hands of the pilot. Yes I know this crazy ass guy whom I call a father has a private jet. He never used to be this wealthy , ever since Renee left him he went back to working in the stock market, instead of being forks' deputy. Lucinda and my dad were off heading into the jet, and I tripped on my way following them. As soon as we boarded I plopped down In the seat farthest away from those lovebirds. I made sure my seat also wasn't too close to the bathrooms because something tells me they want to join the Mile-High club.
As I sat down I began to wonder what'd it be like actually living in California. I've lived with my mom and Phil in Forks for so long I've forgotten what warm feels like.
"Please Buckle In and get ready for lift off" An electronic voice had said over the intercom. So I obeyed immediately and began to embark on my journey to Beverly Hills.