Hello! This is my first story, so please, don't be too harsh! / The main Twilight characters don't come in for a few chapters, so don't worry! They are a main part of the story, honest to god! Also-try not to hate Paris, lol. I know, she's a bitch gawd, but she changes later. Enjoy...
Page 217, of A Guide to Mythical Beings. Chapter eleven-Fairies and Pixies.
"Fairies and Pixies are the same creature. They share many of the same characteristics to other Magical Beings, such as Vampires, Werewolfs, Shape-Shifters, and Merpeople. Fairies often have an ethereal beauty about them, and are often entrancing. They have a sharp temper though, and are easily angered. Only Females can be Fairies. If a Fairy gives birth to a male, the gene is simply not passed along. Fairies are the real assassins of Magical Creatures, and do not transform unless if there is an excess of other beings in the area..."
"Darling, this is an amazing job opportunity for your father
"Darling, this is an amazing job opportunity for your father! You're just going to have to go along with it!"
"NO!! I'M NOT MOVING TO EFFING WASHINGTON!! YOU KNOW WHO LIVES IN WASHINGTON? JUNKIES, HOOKERS, AND WASHED UP POLITICIANS!!" Paris Bellmont's large blue eyes were twice there normal size, and her face was red with fury. Her parents, who she normally got along with pretty well, had just sprung this on her! Moving to some lame town in Washington was bad enough, but then they had waited to tell her untilafter the moving truck had showed up. Paris had had a fairly good day at school. Her friends had planned a huge party for her, on this Friday, and Tray Scott-adorable football player a year older than Paris-had finally asked her out.
And then she got home. And saw the moving truck. And had her entire god-damned life ripped out from under her. And the worst part was that her brothers were backing her parents up!! Alex was no surprise-he hated their school. But Brady? And Cole? They were popular. Almost as popular as Paris herself. Almost. Paris took a deep breath, and tried to pull herself back together.
"Where exactly in Washington are you planning on moving to?" She asked, her voice shaking.
Mark Bellmont had a pained look on his face, as he turned to face his daughter. "It's on the beach, Paris! You can tan as much as you'd like!" He began, trying to warm her up to the idea. "And, the house is even bigger than this one!" That got some reaction out of her. Paris's angry demeanor slipped, but only for a second.
"That's nice, but WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!" She hissed, this time, her entire body trembling. Her sleek blonde ponytail was shaking back and forth. "Jeez, chill, Paris!" Alex rolled his eyes. "What was it called again, dad? Plush? Poosh?" Paris's gaze was murdorous as she turned to her dad. "If we are moving to a town called Poosh, I swear to effing gawd that I will murder someone!!" She shreaked.
"Paris!" Amanda Bellmont gasped at Paris. "Don't use that language in front of us please!" But Mark's reaction was something else entirely, "AHA! Paris, thank you so much!" When everyone shot him a questioning look, he continued "She said we!!" Alex laughed, Brady smirked, and their mom grinned, forgetting about the language thing entirely. Paris looked confused for a minute, before she realized that she had given up without meaning to. "I didn't-UGH! And you don't-UGH!! I...I HATE THIS FAMILY!" She screamed, and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
"Honey, we're leaving for La Push tomorrow, so I suggest you pack soon! The moving van is leaving when we do!!"
The Next Day
"Are we there yet?"
"Shut up! You asked that, like, a second ago!"
"Lay off! He's just ten!"
"Ok, just because you have no friends, or an actual life, doesn't mean that the rest of us don't. I didn't even get a damn going away party!"
"Paris, language!"
"I did too have friends and-"
"Yeah, but no life. Poor baby!"
"Being a bimbo doesn't count as having a life!"
"Sitting next to people in class, and forcing them to talk to you doesn't count as having friends."
"Can't you two get along?"
"Shut the fuck up, Brady!"
"PARIS!! Language!!"
Paris scowled at her brothers, and slumped back into her seat. She had been a bitch the entire car ride so far, but it wasn't her fault. It hadn't been her dicision to move!
"Are we there yet?" Cole asked again, tentatively. "Yes! Yes we are!" Their dad replied enthusiastically. "This is our neighbor hood! Now we just have to find...8563 Lenden Lane."
"We're living on a street called Lendon Lane?! My life suc..ks?" Paris felt her mouth drop open as she stared at the house in front of her. It was bigger than their old house, and two summer homes combined! It was a tan color, same color as sand. And it was huge! "I get first choice of room!!" Paris yelled, tucking her hair behind her ear, and sprinted towards the house.
The house had a brick path, cutting across the perfect green lawn, that led to the front door. The front door was more like an archway. It had a golden plate directly above it, with their address on it. Paris reached out, and tried to pull the door opened, but it was locked. "Hurry up with the key, dad!" she screamed, bouncing up and down in excitement. Her dad took a bit longer, staring at the house, taking it in from every angle. When he finally unlocked the door, Paris pushed him aside, raced into the house, and stopped. It was breathtaking. The ceilings were high, and dome-like. The walls were white, and matched the plush carpet that covered the winding stairs. The tiles on the entrance's floor were black, and so shiny that Paris could see herself in them.
"I'm gonna get the best room!" Brady called, barrelling past her, and raced up one of the staircases. Paris jerked out of her daze, and raced after him. "No way!" She yelled, and beat him up the stairs. The hallway that Paris came upon had high ceilings too, and five doors, all spaced far apart. She chose a door at random, and ripped it open. The room was just as breathtaking as the rest of the house. It had navy-blue walls, and a king-sized four poster bed. There was a two desks against opposite walls, and one had a laptop hooked up to it. Paris was about to scream "MINE!" When her dad came up behind her and said, "And here's your room, Colie!" Paris's head whipped around, "WHAT?!" Her dad chuckled, "Calm down, Paris. Your room is the second door on the left." Paris frowned, but followed her father's directions. The second door on the left had a gold handle, and a golden name plate that she'd completely missed before.
It read: PARIS'S ROOM! KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING, PLEASE AND THANK-YOU! In spite of herself, Paris grinned. It sounded like something she would say. "Are you gonna go in, or smile at the door all day?" Bradley asked, smirking at her. She scowled at him, shoved the doors open and froze. (Deja-vu, much?) The room was bigger than Cole's, by far. Three of the four walls were white, but the one directly behind Paris's bed was pink. The bed was king sized, in the shape of a half-circle, and had white, gauzy curtains surrounding it. The wall facing the bed was half covered by a giant flat-screen TV. The left wall had a floor-to-ceiling window, with a view of the ocean. The right wall had a cork-board on it, covered with pictures of Paris and her friends. A desk with a MAC laptop on it was directly under the board.
"Oh my god." Paris breathed, and turned to look for her dad. He was directly behind her, grinning ear-to-ear. "I guess you like it?" She smiled and hugged him. "It's amazing! But...where the hell is the closet." Her mom laughed, and stepped around her dad. "I figured you'd want a big one, so..." She lead Paris across the large room, where a small door was located, just out of sight, by the large window. Amanda smiled at her daughter, and pulled the door open. "I also took the liberty of stocking it for you." Paris's eyes widened. The closet was filled with rows of clothes, organized alphabetically by the designers name.
Paris had always loved clothes, but she'd never owned this many! She whipped around to face her dad, and sputtered, "Wh-what the fuck is your new job?!" This time, her mom didn't comment on her language, just smiled. Her dad chuckled, and answered, "I'm still a lawyer, sweetheart! I just got a promotion!"
"HOLY MOTHER FUC-"
"LANGUAGE!!" Amanda yelled angrily, cutting Bradley off, from down the hall. "Well, I guess he found his room." She muttered, and stalked off to go find him. "Oh, Paris! I didn't even show you the best part!" Her dad strode quickly across the room, and opened her large window up. Outside was a balcony. "I..Oh my...Are you sure that you're just a lawyer?!" Paris demanded, turning to her dad. The view was breathtaking. The sun was just setting over the ocean, and the sky was a pinky-orange, and reflected off of the blue water.
"I think...I think I might like it here after all. Might." Paris grinned, slightly, and sat down on the balcony.
Hope you liked :) Please Review, it will make me ver, ver happy! Expect chapters to come out pretty fast, unless I say otherwise! If you decide to make my day and review, please include fav parts, least fav parts, etc., etc. Oh! And the fairy thing is important I swear. You can probably guess why...it's not all that hard :) (And I made it up, lol. It's not from an actual book)