This is just random and will be updated whenever I have inspiration!!! Haven't you ever wished to get transported into your favorite series even though you don't like some of the characters?! I DO!! I can't stand Bella and Edward but I LUV TWILIGHT!!! Does that make sense to you? No? Damn.
Disclaimer: I don't own characters of Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does!!
Ugh, shoot me or something... I thought, tapping my dried out pen the desk. Paper balls and pen caps were flying everywhere. I could barely see the board, not that I cared what was written on it. Boredom=100% Learning=0% I picked at my nails, praying that a meteroroid would suddenly fall into the parking lot just so I could have something to look at for a while. There were so many things about this school that I hated. One, we had uniforms. Ugly, plaid and green uniforms. We had to stand up straight and stop slouching in our chairs...bullshit. The last time I remembered learning anything was...probably fifth grade. What grade am I in now? 10th grade? Huh. Didn't even know I could count that far...haven't done math in a long time..
"Um, class? The lesson has started! Would you stop..." Mrs. Phylis demanded weakly. Her body gestures suggested she was angry, but her face looked like she was lost in Shop Rite. That's how depressing this school was.
"Shut up! We do what we want!" Jose shouted, throwing a paper ball at our poor teacher. It made me wonder how this boy made it to high school. Whenever we'd take tests, he'd just sit there and write nothing. He'd take that zero and be proud of it for the whole week. Hooray.
"How much longer?" I groaned, banging my forehead against the desk. Nikita looked up from her texting marathon to look at me. It took her a good minute to figure out what I had said before she looked at the time on her phone.
"Like...45 minutes." She confirmed. My little group moaned with me in a chorus. "Hey, don't get mad! Get glad! We have lunch right after this."
"I'm going to StarBucks and not coming back." I said. A few people agreed on that statement. I shrugged and went back to being bored again.
By the way, I'm Zandra Brooks, or Zo for short. I was light skinned with a pretty rose shaped birth mark on my leg. My medium long hair was dark brown with blue highlights in tight curls, currently in a low pony tail. I had flat ironed by long bangs that were pinned out of my eyes to the side with a bobby pin. The bottom lids of my eyes were covered in smudgy eye liner, the top with silver. I was wearing my stupid uniform that consisted of a hunter green polo and gray plaid skirt that stopped a few inches above my knees. I'd added a studded belt to my skirt to make it look better, and wore my knee high white chucks with black laces. I had silver bangles and awareness bracelets on my arms, and two pairs of star studs on my ear lobes. I wasn't goth or anything, I just don't like wearing the same clothes everyone else does. I guess you could call me...scene.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
I snatched my phone out of my pocket to see who'd be texting me at the moment. I slid open my phone to see a picture of Erick next to the envelope icon.
Heyy miss Gothika. Good news.
I stared at the message in distaste. I hated that nickname. But I replied anyway.
Good news huh? Seconds later, my phone vibrated again.
Sumbody got a crush on youuuu
I blanched. Ugh, an admirer.
Who is it? I opened the phone again before it could vibrate.
Ur stupid Twilight book, thats who!
My head snapped up to the area where Erick was sitting. There he was, standing by the window with my copy of Twilight in his hand. He waved it at me evilly, pretending to toss it out the window. I abruptly stood up from my seat, ready to decapitate him. Nikita jumped at the sound of me standing, and looked up again from her phone. Her head whipped back and forth between us until she realized the situation.
"Zo...don't do it." She cautioned me. I saw her slowly put her phone in her pocket and stood up to stand beside him. "It's almost lunch. You can make it. Don't."
"I don't think I can last 45 minutes." I said, acid leaking into my voice. I grabbed my black skull messenger bag, and my multi color polka dot umbrella. After I attacked Erick, I was leaving this shit hole. Erick seemed to realize I accepted his challenge. He smirked, causing me temper to flair. People ceased fire of the paper balls and pen caps to watch what was going on.
I watched Erick pressed his lips against the cover of my book, his eyes holding mine the whole time. I took a tentative step forward. His smirk grew wider, making him look sick. My eyes narrowed on his hands over the book. Even the teacher stopped her complaining to see what everyone was looking at. Her eyes widened in fear. Erick opened the window wider, holding the book out in the air. He waved me forward, mouthing Come get it babe.
"N-Now Zandra...it's not that serious..You don't need to-" Mrs. Phylis started. Erick let go of the book and eagerly watched it fall through the air down two stories. I ran full speed toward him, shoving him into the closet and smacking his head in with the door before lithely jumping out of the window. "ZANDRA!!"
I grabbed the book in mid air before landing on the ground on my hands and feet. I straightened up slowly, making sure I didn't do any serious or minor damage to myself. I seemed perfectly fine. I grinned triumphantly while tucking Twilight into my bag. I turned around, noticing everyone in my class pressed against the windows to see if I was still alive. I gave them all the birdy and strutted down the street. Two stories isn't as far as I'd believed. I was sure I was at least going to twist my ankle. But I was 100% sure I wasn't going to try that again.
Twenty happy minutes later, I was in the plaza where StarBucks was. I took out my newspaper print clutch, anticipating the vanilla bean frappacino venti. Yes, a venti. I was feeling special today.I laughed so hard my eyes closed as I threw my head back. I kicked open the door without looking, only to get drenched in...rain?! I snatched my little umbrella open and looked around in shock. This was not StarBucks.
"What the f-" I started, but cut off when people I did not recognize stared at me in annoyance for being loud. I bit my lip and glanced around in confusion. I was positive it wasn't raining and I was absolutely sure that I was just about to step into StarBucks. Am I in some kind of dream or something? Did I pass out in front of StarBucks?! Maybe that jump did hurt me somehow...
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." I chanted to myself, bouncing nervously. I looked around, trying to recognize something...anything! Maybe I'd been imagining walking in the right direction, and the rain had woken me up... But that doesn't make sense... I started pacing before walking around to figure my life out completely. I was not in my hometown anymore, that was certain. But where the heck was I?! I put in my headphones and turned up my iPod volume to maximum so I could tune out my erratic thoughts.
I got to a point where music wasn't helping, and I was sure to have a breakdown any moment. I wasn't waking up anytime soon, and nothing still looked familiar to me. I began crying my eyes out as I walked down the unfamiliar sidewalk. I found a telephone booth and realized how stupid I was. Why didn't I just call someone sooner? I walked in the phone booth for cover from the rain so I could talk freely without holding my umbrella. I dialed Nikita's number. She was sure the pick up.
Briinngg...Briiingg...Briiin--click.
There was absolutely no sound coming from my phone after just three rings. I looked, and the screen had turned black. I kept pressing the END button to turn it back on, but nothing happened. I punched the booth wall in frustration. What is this?! I sick joke?! If Erick hadn't messed with me in the first place, this would've never happened! Why did I have to bring my Twilight book today? Why?! I took the book out of my bag, ready to throw into a puddle by the booth. Right when I was about to toss it, I realized all the pages were blank. Not single word was found. I flipped to the first page, trying to figure out what the hell happened. The first page read: Your story here.
I was back to hysterics again and fell to my knees, more confused then ever. What was going on today? Why was this crap happening? Let alone to me?! I covered my face with my hands, muffling my sobs with my palms. I could see my eyeliner running down my arms, though my eyes were blurred completely by tears. My throat was dried out but my eyes still had plenty of tears left. I hugged myself and cried silently until I heard someone lightly tap the door of the phone booth. I sniffled and rubbed my nose with the back of my hand as I looked up. It was a man, obviously, but his black umbrella casted a shadow that covered his face. He knelt down and opened the door to see me better. My eyes widened and I froze with shock. This guy had golden eyes and hair like the sun, probably in his late twenties. His skin was pale as a sheet.
"Are you alright, miss?" He asked, holding his hand out to me. I heard a slight British accent under it. There was no mistaking it. I knew this man. He was erased from my book but I knew him.. He wasn't supposed to be real..but he was standing right there..!!!
Holy shit..
Everything went black.