Chapter 1
Bella POV
I admire him. My father. He is an amazing inventor. He is on every magazine cover you can find. All stating how his intelligence has changed the world. Mother left us when I was younger. Father spent all his time in the basement on his inventions. Mother was aggravated, before Father become famous she left. She said he wasn't going anywhere. Well he definitely showed her. I still see her every once in a while. She would like to see me more but I couldn't care less. My father is all I need. He says one day I could run the company. I have his intellect. I have helped him create most of his inventions. I have been named the Future Swan but I don't think I am and never will be near that level.
I turned to the television hearing my father's name. "Charlie Swan, how do you do it?" A man that looked to be balding asked. My father was about to answer but I turned away from the screen. No point in watching, I know the whole story.
The phone started to ring and I quickly picked it up. "Hello?" I asked. "Bells," Father said. My full name is Isabella Swan. I hate Isabella though so everyone calls me Bella. Bells is a nickname. "Yes?" I asked. "I will be home soon. The meeting should be over shortly," he said. I could sense the nervousness in his voice. I sighed. "Dad will you relax? I am thirteen years old. I was cooking at eight years old. I can take care of myself," I said. "I know. I just don't like you being by yourself. You are my little girl," he said softly. I heard commotion in the background. "I have to go sweetie. Love you. Be safe," he said. "Love you," I said and we hung up.
We live in Forks, Washington. The smallest town- could I even call it a town at its size? - Well anyway its population is about three hundred people. This is a place where we can have normal lives and no one will bother us. I have to say though it's a sucky town. Rain, rain, and rain.
I started the stove and put a pot of water on it. Spaghetti for dinner tonight.
I went back and forth in between cooking and cleaning until father came home and gave me a big hug. "How was your day?" I asked. "Long. I hate meetings," he said. I nodded. He started heading for the basement. "Dad!" I yelled. "What?" he asked confused. I nodded toward the kitchen table where there were cups and two bowls of hot spaghetti. He smiled and we both sat down and began to dig in. "This is good Bells," he said while stuffing his face.
When we finished Dad when downstairs and I washed the dishes. "Homework!" Dad yelled from downstairs. I groaned. I am a thirteen year old in my last year of high school. I skipped many grades from having my Dad's genius. I hate homework because it's so boring. No excitement and it is never challenging enough. I went up the stairs and entered my room.
My room is painted a light purple with wood floors. I have a king size bed with a cover that is covered in flowers. I have a remote that controls everything in my room. With a click of a button my walls turns into glass. I can see everything that is going on outside and with a second click I can see outside but from the outside it looks like a plain wall. My closet looks completely ordinary but when you click the 'C' button on the remote. My closet becomes bigger. More room and more clothes. It is the size of five walk in closets. My desk holds a computer that I created. Swan is the computer's name. The best computer in the world. The remote also controls a switch to change my ceiling light to a color changing disco ball. These are all my designs. I created each and every object in my room.
"Hey," I heard from the corner of my room and out came my most prized invention. Iron Man. Iron Man is the size of a Barbie doll. He is a robot. He is my personal invention. Iron Man was created to be my friend when I need him. He can talk to me like he has a normal functioning brain and heart. He also has a safety feature of shooting bullets and blowing things up which scared me when I was younger but now it only makes me feel safer.
Iron Man is silver with light blue eyes and a small amount of blond hair which was very necessary. I don't want a bald robot! He walked out of the corner and gave me a smile. "What's up baby?" he asked and jumped onto my bed. I laughed. Dad walked into the room. "Hey man," Dad said. Iron Man smiled at him. "Time for bed," Dad said. He kissed me on the cheek. "The corporation called me out. I'll be back by morning to see you off to school. I love you Bells. Goodnight," he said and left the room.
Iron Man went in the closet and shut down for the night. I got in bed and quickly fell asleep too many dreams.
- This was a very hard story to start! So please review! I hope everyone likes it! -
Love, Vanessa Cullen 17