Okay, new story, so reveiw pwease. Remeber be kind, not blind.
Disclaimer; We all know I am NOT Stephenie Meyer, so i make no profit off these, i simply twist Meyer's books
"Cassidy! Cassidy wake your lazy ass up!" Groggily I opened my eyes and flexed my fingers as someone poked me in the side. Wait, where am I? What the fuck is going on and WHO THE FUCK KEEPS POKING ME!?! That was all I could think as the insistent voice invaded my ears and the unknown person kept jabbing me in the sides and arm.
"Shut up, jesus I'm tired, and would you quit poking me?" I mumbled as I moved over and hit a cold metal wall. That woke me up immediatly and awareness flooded back to me, along with memory. I was on the bus. At seven in the morning I was on the bus headed for school. Great, I'd fallen asleep, now I probably had a bedhead and a sore neck.
Looking over I noticed my best friend, Janson, had been the one poking me. See, here's the deal with Janson; I've known him since kindergarten but we'd only really started hanging out this year, 8th grade. Usually girls practically fell at his feet, with his slim, strong build, chocolate brown eyes and messy brown hair, but he wasn't a jerk; he was a really good guy.
Running my hand through my hair I thought of a way to pay him back for waking me up in such an annoying manor, but then the perfect idea hit me like a truck. Leaning back, and looking over at Janson in the semi-darkness I knew it'd be easy, what with the way he was sitting and not paying to much attention to the devious grin I had plastered across my face.
Quietly and stealthily I reached over and began to tickle him mercilessly until he was gasping for breath and practically falling into the aisle. I couldn't help the satisfactory grin that spread across my face as I sat back and we began talking, just like every other morning. Little did either of us know, that that day would prove to be the first in a string of many strange days.
~Later that day/Last Class~
"Miranda, all I'm saying is, Jacob just wasn't right for Bella. At all. Honestly, he ended up with her daughter...thats just weird!" Once again my other best friend, Miranda, and I were discussing Twilight. We had both read the books and seen the movies, although the books were better, but we weren't totally obsessed. Well, not anymore. Miranda was firmly on team Jacob, whilst I was team Edward, and we often butted heads about that, but it didn't really matter. We were walking to our lockers after our last class of the day, Fun with Science, which should have been called 'Bore me to Death with Going Green', but hey, what can you do?
"Hey, can I hang out at your house this weekend? It's supposed to get really hot out-" We lived in a dreary little town, and it rained. Alot. Not only did it rain, but it snowed and hailed. "and Janson could come to, it'd be so fun!" Miranda finished up while I thought about how cloudy it was and doubted we'd get alot of sun, even if it did get hot. Miranda is alot like me, but at the same time the exact opposite. She can be calm and quiet, talkative and wild, considered and caring, but still find the time to be irrational, childish, and all around amazing. We were close as sisters.
"Dude, you can come to my house whenever, you know that, and Janson can come too, he'll have to be picked up before midnight though," I reminded her although I didn't need to, we both knew midnight was the latest a boy could stay, even if he was just my best friend.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then, and I'll get a note to ride the bus home with you tomorrow, talk to Janson on the bus about it"
"Alright , peace out girl scout!!" I waved to her as she walked to her car and I stepped up onto the bus.
I picked an empty seat at random and leaned against the wall with my bag on my lap. Not two minutes later, Janson sat down beside me and cracked some stupidly funny joke he'd picked up from Keagan, one of our other friends. We settled into a conversation about something or another and either of us realized he had to get off.
"Oh, I really like your shirt," I said casually, just to annoy him. See, it probably doesn't make sense, but you'd have to know the background information. I'd told him I liked his shirt everyday right before he got off the bus for who knows how long, and for some weird reason it annoyed him that I waited till just then to say it. He didn't even say anything, just gave me his I'm-annoyed-at-you-but-I've-already-forgiven-you look.
Grinning, I took out my iPod and put the earbuds in, then turned it on and to maximum volume. The familiar sounds of Paramore helped me relax and clear my mind as I waited for my stop to come. Once it was my turn to get off, I slung my bag up over my shoulder and put the iPod back into my pocket.
Stepping off the bus was like walking into a whirlwind and my hair flew every which way. I crossed the street and began to walk the long drive to my house when my phone went off, signaling a text message.
I'm gonna be at the hospital late with Kasey, no baby yet. Step out and get your sister at 4, get something to eat and take care of yourself and chevy! I love you!
Of course, my mom's always so over protective. Honestly, I'm fourtneen now and Chevy, my baby sister that's a mirror image of me when I was younger, is only nine. I didn't even bother to text back, but I was still a few houses down from my own when I looked up. I could hear a quiet car driving up the main rode behind me, so I turned to see what kind it was since this road wasn't busy at all. I'm not good at car names and body, but there were a few I thought worthy of knowing, either one's I heard about in books or ones that I personally liked.
A Silver Volvo.
Now I know, it's not supposed to be all capitalised, but hell, I thought it should be. I know alot of people probably have those cars, but immediatly my thoughts sprung to Edward and the Cullens. The car drove past me without slowing down and I couldn't see into the windows, they were all tinted, which isn't all that unusual, right?
Letting the thought go, I continued walking to my house, it was pretty chilly out.
Four 'o clock rolled around quickly and I stepped outside to get my sister from the bus and explain where our parents where. Once she was inside, doing her homework and eating a snack, I told her I'd be upstairs in the shower. I climbed the stairs and grabbed some clean clothes out of my room before heading to the upstairs bathroom.
Looking at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair, I noticed how tired I looked, although the only sign was the lightly purple bruises under dark brown eyes. My light brown hair was perfectly straght and just past my shoulders, with blond and dark red streaks through it. Finishing with brushing my hair, I started the shower.
After I was all clean and dressed I sat on my bed with my laptop to check my emails. The house was still quiet, so again I heard another car on the main road, so I instictivly looked out the window to see the same silver volvo driving by yet again. Shaking off the weird feeling of being watched, I got into bed and turned the lights off.