Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight characters, Stephenie Meyer does. I am only a lowly peasant girl that likes to write.
And now I am going to bother you with some trite news that is of no importance: This is my first Fan fiction story. Any kind of criticism is welcomed; I'd rather know than be in the dark and laughed at. Uh... Read, enjoy, and review! SUBSCRIBE :)
BEEP
I groaned and rolled over to shut off the alarm clock, and to my dismay, I was dumped onto the floor. I closed my eyes, and waited for some sort of pain to claim me. Aaah, there it is. Wait, OWW.
BEEP
Darn, I thought to myself. What is so wrong with a person trying to sleep in? I try to, and I nearly get killed.
I looked up at the alarm clock and discovered that it was already 7:45. I can sleep a few more hours… I was already halfway on my bed when I remembered.
OH SHOOT!! Today was the day that I was supposed to go to the wedding planners'. Mrs. Schlotzky would be upset if I were late.
I grumbled, rolled out of bed and ran, as fast as my usual clumsiness would allow, to the bathroom. I ran my brush through my hair, put it up in a ponytail, and then ran back to my room.
When High School was over, Mike and I decided to go to the University of Washington. I went because it was more convenient for me, and Mike went because he wanted to get away from his mom. We lived in the same apartment complex, but I was in the East District, and Mike was in the West District.
The stereo onthe alarm clockin my room was playing the localhits station, and there was a song that came on that made me stop dead in my tracks. I knew that song. It was I still miss you by Keith Anderson.
That song was going to be the death of me. I hated it because one, It fit me perfectly. I miss Edward so much it hurts. It feels like I am physically coming apartwhen I think of him sometimes. And two, there is no way I can convince myself that he would ever feel the same. He's the one that left. He's the one that told me that he didn't want me anymore. He's the one that made me cry myself to sleep at night for almost 4 months. When he left he took my reason for living, or even existing, with him.
It has been 3 years since Edward left me, and I am now engaged to be married to Mike Newton, and we have been engaged for a year and a half. Part of the reason that I agreed to marry him was that I was hoping for Edward to pop of the bushes and say that I was the only girl for him, and that he wanted me back. Okay, maybe not so dramatically, but you get the point.
But life is not in the mood for giving me a fairytale… Or even a best friend.
Jacob Black, my best friend who was a werewolf, was killed by Victoria. He was patrolling the perimeter outside of my house, and she showed up. I told him he shouldn't have been out there alone, but he wouldn't listen. Anyway, the next day, Sam, Embry, and Quil showed up at my house and told me that he was missing. A few weeks later, they realized he was dead.
I shook my head to clear my head of the sour memories and headed over to my wardrobe. It was full of rock band t-shirts, every color flat shoe, and blue jeans. No skirts, dresses, or dressy-type clothes. I only owned one dressy piece of clothing and it was a blue blouse that reminded me of him. I wore it on days when I was depressed or when I was thinking of Edward.
I put on the blue blouse, my favorite pair of blue jeans, and my black flats.
Today Mike and I were supposed to meet the wedding planner for details about the wedding cake and my dress. My dress was beautiful. It was Cinderella in the extreme, and it was midnight blue.
I looked over at my nightstand table and saw a picture of me and Mike at the movies. Angela took the picture because she had just gotten a new camera and said that we looked so cute together. I was asleep and leaning on his shoulder, and Mike was kissing my hair.
Why did I ever agree to marry him? It wasn't nice of me. I did it because I thought that it would fill that void in my life left by Edward. I thought that if I believed hard enough that he would actually become my knight in shining armor, but he turned out to be the frog that would never turn into a prince.
Don't get me wrong, I love Mike, but I love him like I love Charlie; No more than family.
The sound of my phone ringing snapped me from my thoughts.
I ran to my phone (as fast as my clumsiness would allow) and saw that there was a new text. It was from Mike, and it said to hurry or we would be late.Another thing to add on about the love issue with Mike: he was impatient. I texted him back and said I was on my way. I turned and strode down the front hallway to the front door.
I went to my new Lexus, and started towards the West District. I was going to pick Mike up today, because his car was in the shop for a fender-bender a few weeks ago… He never takes driving seriously.
The Lexus was a gift from Alice. She had contacted me a few weeks ago for my birthday and said that she was giving me a present. I tried to tell her no, but she said she wanted to, so what was Igoing to do? She also said that she missed me so much, and she would see me soon. Well, I haven't seen her yet, but I wouldn't lose hope.
When I was near the South District, I saw a Silver Volvo, a Red M3, and a Canary Yellow Porsche in a neat row near the first apartment. There's no way!!, I thought. I tried to put my foot back on the gas pedal, but then I saw Jasper and Emmett come out of the house laughing and heading towards the Volvo.
I couldn't remember how to breathe. My heart started pounding from the lack of oxygen, and the last thing I remember was seeing two pairs of golden eyes looking in my direction.
