A/N: This is an idea that popped in my head and I just had to get it out. Please read this chapter and review giving your critique and maybe some ideas on where I could take this, and if you have an idea for a better title, I don't know if I like this one. Also vote on the poll on my profile on whether or not I should continue this.
January 13th, 2005 A.T.
Yes, that's right.
Every single time I see the date I question what people were thinking. It has been two thousand and five years since the Twilight phenomenon was among us. The Twi-Hards grew up, became senators, even a president, and most of the world leaders. They decided that Twilight was such a big happening; they wanted to make sure their future generations knew about it. And so we do.
The Twilight books are read by everyone, basically like The Bible was in the times before Twilight (B.T.), or that's what I'm told. Christianity, or any religion for that matter, barely exists anymore. Twilight has consumed everything, especially since the government got involved over two thousand years ago.
Forks, Washington became so big from fans moving there, that the states of what was once Washington and Oregon are now one state – and it's name is, you guessed it – Forks.
Everyone now-a-days also has a name of someone that was in the Twilight Saga. No more Amandas, Morgans, Joshs, Alexs, and Leslies but more Jessicas, Isabellas, Rosalies, Alices, Jaspers, Mikes, Edwards, Emmetts, Erics, and so on and so forth.
My life is the most clichéd out there. And I think my parents did it on purpose. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. My mother is Renee Swan – and now divorced to my father, Charlie Swan (a few gerations ago, my dad's family legally changed their last name to Swan). I now reside with my father in New Forks, Forks. Ridiculous name, right? I think so.
I grew up with my mother in Phoenix Arizona. I am 17 and am starting school in New Forks for the very first time. I am 5'3" with wavy brown long hair, brown eyes, and almost as pale as a vampire, or that's what I'm told.
Everyone knows vampires don't exist. Even the present-day Twi-Hards believe they don't exist. But there are those crazy people that wear contacts – gold or red – put on lots of white make-up, change their names (although some don't have to) and get together in their appropriate 'Twilight' group – and wah-lah! – you have vampire clans.
Just like the ones sitting across the cafeteria from me, away from everyone else. Ugh. Another wanna-be Cullen Clan. Did I say my life was clichéd?
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