A/N: I fixed the chapters now, added some things and all cause I felt there were some things that simply..weren't right hahaha.Well, this is my first Twilight fan fiction, I recently read the book and I am incredibly obsessed by it. As this is a fictional piece of writing I chose to settle it 10 years after Bella's death. This is mainly through the yes of my new Character which I will try my best not to make a Mary Sue. I will try to make this novel length so try to be patient if this chapter is a bit slow. Also, don't ask ton sof things cause some doubts will be clarified as the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters or places but I do own the new characters I will introduce in this story.
Have you ever heard that everything that begins badly end up badly?
Well I recently confirmed that afirmation few weeks ago. I had moved to the hectic big city of New York trying to get some peace, but most importantly, independence. I always had horrid fights with my mom over small insignificant things, both of us having a rather fiery temper so let's say that things weren't exactly peaceful at home, as a matter of fact; things were anything but peaceful. If you lived with us for more than a week you would realise our home resembled a battle field, maybe something similar to a trench during the First World War. I was, well, am still, seventeen years old and I wanted to live my own life and make my own mistakes but I knew that I couldn't do so as long as I lived under my mother's domain; she was always there, checking everything I did or didn't do, it was simply and utterly exasperating.
Getting used to New York wasn't hard at all for me, it's crowded streets, it's big boutiques filled with dresses, shoes and purses I couldn't even dream of buying someday. If I had to describe the city I would most probably use the word fascinating but it wouldn't be enough. Even though I didn't had remotely enough money to go and have dinner in fancy restaurants, I could still have some walks by Central Park watching ladies in fancy outfits and expensive Jimmy Cho shoes walking by me once in a while. I have to admit they did make me jealous but they made me smile as well, smile at the thought that maybe, someday, I could be like them. An independent girl leaving in a big city with sufficient cash to buy a Louis Vuiton handbag.
The days here passed quicker than in any other place I had been in, or at least it seemed like it, especially in comparison to Chicago, the city from were I had ran away. Of course Chicago was a big city as well and pretty hectic to say the least, but it was absolutely nothing compared to this bright city of New York.
You might be wondering how this has to do with the first premise, point is, I had to leave New York almost as soon as I arrived, goodbye newly acquired freedom and the dream of, someday, buying that beautiful Luis Vuiton handbag I saw everyday on the same shop. How did that happened? Mom came looking for me, of course, asking for forgiveness and giving the whole crying concerned mother act which I didn't bought but still, she was my mother, I couldn't bare to see her crying and she knew that. I began to wonder that maybe,deep inside, it was really hurting her to have me away. I was her only companion, her only "friend", and the only person, to whom she could talk to since she wasn't blessed with the virtue of sociability and, to be honest, neither was I.
After I could get my mother to finally calm down she told me it was better if we left the crowded cities we had been living in and moved to some place smaller and quieter, Forks, to be exact. I must admit the idea sounded alluring at first, especially if you consider the fact that I had no idea what Forks was or where it was so it would be an adventure. I had become so used to the car noises, the excessive amount of people walking in the streets and the smell of smog filled air; that it seemed like a rather good idea to go somewhere were I could get some clean fresh air for a chage. Ofcourse I knew this would only be for a while, for a while because my mother and I never stay in a place more than a year, maybe it's because we don't want my father to find us, or simply because we both have nomad spirits and get bored of everything faster than a normal person would.
All these previous events led to me being here, sat in the co-pilot of my mother's old white Ford. My head rested on my hand as I watched the endless acres of green grass through the window. Neither my mother nor I had muttered a word since we left the airport, it was weird, we were both rather talkative but now there was absolutely nothing to say, nothing to talk about unless we wanted to have a long conversation about how many shades of green grass can have. I have to admit I never thought Forks would be so far away from civilisation or, at least, a decent mall. It seemed to me an hour or so had passed since I last saw the last shop or appartment building. This was at that point where I felt angry with myself for not searching that little Town on the Internet before leaving New York. I should have never left the big cities even though that would mean higher risk of lung cancer and other infections. For a moment, I felt a really big impulse of telling my mom to go back to the airport and catch the cheapest flight to New York City or, at least, Chicago or Washington or any other city.
Frustrated with my decision to remain silent, I lowered the window until it was half down; a cool breeze brushed my face making me close my eyes. I smiled a bit, the smell of wet grass flooding my senses; I could easily infer it rained quite a lot around here because, despite the fact that the sun was high in the sky, the grass was still humid. Thankfully, this wasn't a problem for me at all, I loved rain, and I always did. I found it extremely relaxing to walk around with the rain pouring on me, listening to the tiny raindrops falling on the pavement. Suddenly, a stronger wind blew making my vast amount of reddish brown hair fly in all sort of awkward directions, I tried to control it but, after a while, I simply let it down If there was something I had learned from seventeen years of experience is that I should never try to fight my hair because of the simple fact that it will always win.
"Oh Laura could you please raise that window! Look at what it's doing to you hair" My mother complained and I simply rolled my eyes at her comment.
"Please sweetie the neighbours are going to think you are crazy " She insisted
I felt the need of answering something like 'Have you thought that myabe I am crazy?" but I realised, after a moment or two of meditation, that that wasn't the best way to start our stance in this new place specially if I wanted to keep a white flag between us. I gently raised the window and tried, for a second time to fix my hair without any success. A weird silence now filled the car again, I knew I must have said something in order to keep the conversation alive but I simply couldn't, another thousand things occupied my mind at the moment.
I began wondering how high school would be like. I was entering senior year but I wasn't worried about the fact that I knew no one over there. Over the years I had been in so many schools that I was already used to being the new girl. At first, the excessive amount of attention bothered me but later on I begun to find ways to become unnoticed. Staying in the library during every break I had, or simply walk around trying not to look directly into anyone's eye were the best strategies I had come up with. I know you might find this utterly weird since most people would crave for some attention. The reason for my behaviour was mailny the fact that I preferred not to make any strong bonds with people, they were difficult to keep when you were moving as much as I did and goodbyes sucked.
Lost in my own thoughts I closed my eyes instantly falling into a deep slumber.
"Honey wake up" I heard my mother's voice, not quite sure if it was a dream or if she was actually calling me.
Opening my eyes slowly, I saw Helen's face smiling down at me lovingly. I took my time to look around only to notice that the car had stopped in front of a large white house with light wooden doors and windows. A frown formed on my face, I was plain enough for myself to have a house that exactly reflected how plain I was.
"Come on, help me get the things out" Helen said as she walked to the trunk and, with amazing speed, started taking out our bags.
The luggage was not much, it never was. My mother had bought a home that had all the necessary furniture and she hired a moving van to bring all the heavy stuff such as TV, computer and estereo before we arrived so the onlt thing left with us was our clothing. In regards to that, we never kept much with ourselves; we mostly bought things when we arrived to a new city and then got rid of the old stuff before we travelled to the next one.
As I got out of the car and looked around I began to feel worried about the painfully little amount of clothes I had brought with me. All I could see were houses surrounded by grass and some scattered trees, no mall, no stores; it was like a giant suburb with no people in it. Form where I was standing I could only spot about five houses which made me think that being invisible in this new school was going to be quite hard.
"Are you going to stay like a statue forever?" I turned around to see my mom surrounded by bags, both of her hands on her hips and a frown on her pretty face.
"Coming" I simply answered. The sound of my own voice sound quite odd to me considering the fact that I haven't heard it in about three hours or more.
I carried as much bags as I could, I didn't felt like going out again once I was inside the house because, judging by the grey clouds that covered the sky at the moment, it was going to rain soon. Helen walked in front of me and making quite a complex movement, considering the amount of bags she was holding, and managed to open the door. The house was definitely prettier on the inside than what it looked on the outside. The living room and dinning room were to my left, a big glass wall covered most of it's extension, I actually liked it, although I knew I would grow tired of so much green sooner or later, for now, it was okay, not great, just okay. To my right was the kitchen, I could only see some of the grey counters since the door wasn't fully opened...grey...wasn't it enough with the clouds?
"You like it?" My mom asked turning to look at me as she placed the bags on the ground.
"Yes, it's...quite pretty " I smiled as I too placed the bags on the floor. I wasn't completely lying there. The house was nice it was just not what I was used to.
"Well, I'll be taking the box with snack to the kitchen, you can go get your bags to your room and then help me here" She said naturally as she took the large box in her arms. I simply looked at her, an eyebrow raised quizzically. Helen returned the same look.
"Where exactly is my room?" I asked in a tone that remarked the fact she was, as always, rushing over things.
"Oh, I'm so sorry dear" Mom answered with a tiny laugh that made the corner of her eyes wrinkle slightly "It's the second door to the right" She explained as she opened the kitchen door with her foot and got in.
I was always surprised when I saw my mother doing one of those strange tricks, if I attempted to do that I would most certainly fall on my butt. I had been a ballerina for six years now, obliged by my mother of course, but that doesn't make me an expert in keeping balance while doing housework. I guess that comes with being a mother.
I found myself smiling as I picked the pink bags from the floor; it was amazing how my mom and I haven't had a fight yet. Maybe this place was going to bring some peace after all; or well, maybe it was the fact that we haven't said more than three sentences to each other. If that was so, then I must remain as quiet as I was.
Giving out a sight, I walked up the stairs not knowing what awaited me in my new bedroom; I have to admit I was quite scared of what I was going to fin in there. My last bedroom in Chicago had been originally blood red with some tribal black drawings on it and if you add that to the afct that I was terribly scared of the dark, then you would realise what an awfull experience it was for me to sleep in that room.
Counting two doors to the right, I pushed the door and entered my new domain. A bright smile formed on my face, turquoise, my favourite colour. I wanted to jump and down in a rather girly manner but I achieved to pull myslef together before I did. I had never been confortable in expressing my emotions in such a shameless way, not even to myself. Dragging the bags next to my bed, which was carefully placed in the middle of the room, I laid down, my right arm covering my face. I knew I had been sleeping most, if not all, of the way but I still felt tired fore some odd reason. It seemed to me that only a few seconds passed before I hear my mother's voice calling me from downstairs.
"Finished up there? I need some help in here" She cried out somewhat irritated
I growled and made a face being glad she was too far away to see it. I screamed in silence for a bit, trying to get rid of the anger that that call had just caused me, it's not that I had a bad mood or anything, but there was nothing that irritated me more than people interrupting my train of thought. It ticked me off, as simple as that; some people are bothered when you speak to loud, some when they can't understand you, I get mad when I can't finish my thoughts.
"Coming" I answered, as much as I tried to hide it, my irritation could be easily spotted in my voice. I cursed myself for that.
"Don't give me that tome missy, now come here" Helen said, for some reason her voice sounded authoritarian but not mad as it was usual.
Taking as much time as it was possible I finally reached the kitchen, I gasped at the sight of millions of groceries and cans of food scattered around. I thought for a second that Helen had put as much effort as she could in placing things randomly so that I would have more work to do. Although that was highly impossible, since Helen was not an evil fairytale stepmother, it truly seemed like it. After my eyes had done wondering around the mess and sorting out where to start, I gave out a sight burying my face in my hands for a few seconds. This was going to take me the whole afternoon.
A/N: The second chapter is already finished but I wanted to know what you think about this before I post it. Edwards is in the second chapter so again, be patient. Please review and tell me your thoughts before I go on fixing the next one