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Hydroplaning

To Hydroplane - To be or go out of control by skimming along the surface of a wet road.

Chapter 1 . A Start.

This was it, the most amazing fucking day in my whole entire existence. I had been waiting for this day ever since I could remember. The day I got the fuck out of this town, more importantly out of this God forsaken house.

As I finished packing the remainder of my belongings into the boxes that I had retrieved from the super market, I prayed to God that Charlie and that fucking whore of his wouldn't come home. Ha, yeah right, when had luck ever been on my side? Well, maybe just this once all of my built up good karma will kick in.

I loaded the mass of my five whole boxes into the back of my raggedy ass 1953 Chevrolet pickup truck in which I had bought all by myself when I was sixteen and waiting tables every morning before school and every afternoon after school. The tips were surprisingly pretty good, seeing how it was the only place to eat in this miniscule town.

After I was finished making sure everything was secure in the truck I decided to go back up to my hole in the wall room one more time. It was a very plain room. It had dark yellow walls that reminded me of piss, it had hard wood floors that were all scraped up. Furniture wise it had a twin size bed with sheets with holes in them, a rocking chair in the corner, and a desk with a kitchen stool.

My room was the complete opposite from the rest of the well furbished home. My step mother had brought all of her expensive belongings with her when she moved in after her first old man croaked. I would have called her a gold digger seeing how the old fuck was 71 and had toilets made of gold, but seeing how she married Charlie, who didn't have a pot to piss in, I couldn't.

My life hadn't been the easiest. Shit, that was the mother fucking understatement of the century. Okay so I guess some people may have it worse, like those kids over in foreign countries who are homeless and starving. But fuck I mean my time on this earth hadn't been a piece of cake either.

I guess my life was mediocre until I hit the six month old mark. My mother had always wanted a huge family. You know that Partridge family shit. Ha, well in some since anyway. My mother was a bit of a free spirit, a hippie if you will. She wanted a lot of kids to carry out her legacy of making the world a happier place. Apparently my mother's plan to do so was to have a whole bunch of kids with a whole bunch of men. I had gotten ballsy one day when she called me for my bi- annual phone check and I had asked her why the fuck was she such a whore. Her response was that she had to have children with all different kinds of men so that she had a variety or successors. Crazy bitch, that's all I could fathom.

I heard the roaring engine of step mommy's corvette coming down the road so it was time to get the fuck out of here so I didn't have to deal with her stupid ass.

I ran down the stairs, praying I wouldn't bust my ass. Straight through the door, jumped in my truck and had backed out of the drive way right before I saw her car approaching.

WOO, close call. Thank you Jesus. I didn't really have anything to hold against her, well besides the fact that she was a self- absorbed, nagging bitch that was 4 years older than me. Yup, Victoria- dearest or Vicki, which she preferred was 22 years old. Maybe we might have gotten along if we weren't polar opposites. She was 5'9" with long, flowing red locks, bright blue eyes, tan, and built like a fucking pole with huge tits and ass. I on the other hand am 5'3" with long, thick, uncontrollable dark brown hair, dull brown eyes, pale as a ghost, and average body.

I let out a 'HELLLLL YES' and a victory pump as soon a I crossed the 'You are now leaving Forks, Washington' sign. I had been to nearing cities, even Seattle a time of two, but this would be the first time that I had ever been out of state before.

When people had heard where I was going to college I swear to God some of them probably had heart attacks. Charlie and I had usually not even had enough money to buy me new shoes every year, fuck, let alone to send me to Stanford.

Charlie used to be a hard working man, until my mother ruined him. She had left him to take care me by himself when she found her next sperm donor right before I had turned six months old. Charlie was then training to become a officer of the law. He had to leave me with ole' Ms. Betsy Cope up at city hall every day until he finished.

When he started working he didn't make shit for money because he had to start putting me in daycare, which I've heard isn't cheap. He had missed a few house payments and was getting too far behind in the bills so he had to make a decision that I think fucked him up as a person. He became the traditional dirty cop. Arresting scum bags by day, selling them drugs by night. He always said he had to do what he had to do to take care of my 'ungrateful ass' but I think he just needed more money to support his gambling addiction.

There was times in my childhood when he wouldn't have any more money or possessions to bet so he would bet me. Every time I lost I would have to fucking go clean someone's house, or cook their dinner. None of it ever sexual, thank God. However, some old geezer named Sam tried one time. Fucking pried my mouth open and stuck his dick in my mouth, calling me a fucking tease, so I bit it. Ha, stupid ass had to have 12 stitches in his dick. No one ever tried that shit again.

Driving can be tedious, but over all I enjoy it. It's relaxing, but this much of it just blows when your by yourself. I had never been very big on having company though. I had one friend all through high school. Angela. We were more study partners though. She had helped me when I had stayed up all night studying because she knew that working my ass off was the only way I was going to have a decent life.

I pulled into dorm area that I had seen in the brochure that was sent to me. I was so excited about being out on my own. I was also nervous because for the first time ever, I would have a roommate. Some one that I had never met, I didn't even know her name.

I grabbed my information about my room and my key from my pocket and made it to the room with 342 on it. I put the key in and started to jiggle it when the door came flying open, revealing the biggest mother fucker I had ever seen staring down at me.

"I see you followed Jack down the beanstalk." I said without thinking.

I immediately regretted it, seeing how this guy could probably kill me with one hand. But he busted out laughing.

I smiled shyly, "I'm Bella Swan, and this is my room." I said waving the piece of paper around.

"Emmett Cullen" he said as he grabbed me up into a massive hug.

I was frozen as I noticed a the tall blonde chick that was gorgeous walking up behind him.

"Emmett McCarty Cullen leave the poor girl alone." She said in an annoyed voice.

She walked up to me and stuck her hand out for me to shake. "Rosalie Hale"

I took her hand, shaking it. "Bella Swan, I presume you are my new roommate?" I questioned.

"Yup, well, come on in Bella." she said with a slightly country accent.

"Where are you from?" I asked commonly.

"Justin, Texas. My twin brother and I just moved up here to go to school. Where'd you come from?" she drawled.

"Forks, Washington, A.K.A. Hell with rain. I fucking wanted to come here because I heard it rarely rained, but fuck my luck it's a fucking down pour out there." I said, gesturing to the window.

Emmett came back through the door carrying the boxes from my truck.

"Oh, hell, you didn't have to do that Emmett. How did you know my truck?" I said in awe at him carrying all five boxes at once.

"You just have that rustic look to you." he said, putting the boxes on my side of the room.

"Well fuck you too." I quipped back.

"Ha, ya know Bella, I think we'll get along good." he said smiling and leaning up against the wall.

"Hey Bella, you want to come to dinner with us at this little place in town tonight?" Rosalie asked politely.

"I don't think so, I don't want to intrude or anything." I answered.

"Oh, you wouldn't be intruding. My brother and his girlfriend are going to be there and Emmett's cousin. Come on, you need to meet some people around here!" she said pleadingly.

"Alright, but I'm going to unpack my stuff, um. I guess just tell me what time and where and I'll meet you guys there." I said

"It's Mike's Diner, right down the street. And we're meeting there at 6:30." she said smiling.

"K, thanks." I mumbled as I walked to my bed.

I began to unpack my clothes and hang them up on the hangers in the closet. I would definitely need to buy some lighter clothes when I got a job, because Bella your not in Forks anymore. Thank God.

Rosalie and Emmett left to go shopping before going to the diner, so I started unpacking the stuff that meant the most to me, my journals.

I had written every single night in my journal since I could write. I saved every single entry, since I was five years old. I never read them after I wrote them, but maybe one day I would, when my life is better, so that I can remind myself that I had to work for what I got.

I put them on the top shelf that was above the desk that was on my side of the room and looked around the room to Rosalie's side. There were photos or her, her friends, and family hanging all over the place. She has beautiful brown and white bedding on her bed. She had a beautiful shiny laptop that looked like it cost a fortune. I was almost ashamed of my handy down computer that took 30 minutes to load.

It looked like she had a good life. She had pom poms laying on her desk. Ha, cheerleader, figures.

I noticed it was only 5:20, so I decided to go a head and get dressed, so that I could stop by Wal Mart, to get some new sheets for my bed, before going to the diner.

I threw on my Gap jeans that I had gotten at the Port Angeles thrift store for 1.99. I put on a simple blue fitted tee shirt that was my favorite and my black and white converse that looked like they were about to fall apart and headed out the door.

I was in shock at the amount of rain that was coming down, shit it rarely even rained this hard in Washington.

I made sure to stock up on my Suave supplies while in Wally World. Why the fuck did shopping for bedding have to suck so bad?

I finally ended up settling with a red and white set that was only 23 bucks for the whole set.

I ran to my car, so that I wouldn't get drenched.

Oh, hereee we go. Get to meet some new friends. I thought in sarcasm as I started off towards the diner.

I glanced at the clock in my truck. SHIT, I have 5 minutes to get there.

I immediately hit the accelerator in the truck to make it go faster. This is my first chance of having a somewhat normal life, and friends, I cant fuck this up by being late.

It was a good thing that there wasn't much traffic out right now because I would be screwed.

I glanced back down at the clock that said I had 2 minutes to get there, then up at the speedometer that read 60 miles per hour, which was seriously pushing it for my old truck.

I looked back up at the road, just as I hit a long puddle that had formed in the dip of the road. I suddenly started spinning off the road onto the grass beside the road. I didn't really register much. I remember seeing a flash of bronze. I heard a loud thump and then I screamed.

What the fuck did I just hit? Fuck, Shit, Piss, Damn, I do not have the money to be fixing this damn truck.

I slowly opened the truck door and got out. I walked around the front of the car and started screaming when I noticed there was blood on the right taillight.

Oh my Fuck. I just hit a fucking dog or some shit that the police is going to have to come shoot and shit to put it out of it's misery.

I kept walking around the truck slowly, really not wanting to see the carcass.

I saw it, I immediately felt sick.

It wasn't a dog.

Oh my god.

I saw a book bag scattered across the ground. I saw blood all over it's contents.

I looked over, I saw the most beautiful face I had ever seen, with blood and tears streaking it.

I stood very still for a few seconds, until I noticed the figures chest moving up and down.

I immediately took off running towards him.

I knelt down next to him and started searching his pockets for a cell phone.

Okay,, so there is the first chapter. I hope ya'll like it. Review and let me know what you thought and if I should continue!!!