Dusk: A Twilight Parody
AN: Yes, I hate Twilight. And I'm just posting this for laughs. If you hate me for hating Twilight, oh well. You can leave me mean messages, but I really won't care. If you feel like it, you could comment and tell me how to improve my writing though…
Chapter 1
Ella looked down at her ridiculously see through eyelet lace shirt, frowning slightly. She was going to Sporks. Ironically, the one place she had vowed to never go back to. But Ella knew that she had to make it seem that her sacrifice was extremely great, wanting everyone to sense her selflessness. Her mother drove both of them to the airport, waving wistfully to Ella as she ascended the stairwell to her plane.
"You don't need to leave Ella," Carley, her mother, reminded her once more.
"Oh, but I must. This sacrifice is my own decision." Tears spilled down the sides of her face, smearing her make up almost imperceptibly. Ella clambered into the plane, tripping over air as she walked through the 1st class seats. Her luminescently pale skin brightened the cab of the plane, and Ella attempted to hide her distraught face, covering her tearstained face with her hands.
This led to her tripping again, sprawling down the aisle. Her disobedient feet refused to stay on the path that she wanted to walk, catching on the sides of seats and bags. Frustrated, she stood up once more, searching for a safe pathway to her seat. Ella finally made it to the back of the plane without breaking anything, but she nursed a tiny cut on her forearm from whacking someone's purse accidentally.
A single drop of blood oozed out of the miniscule scrape, and Ella's stomach tightened. The smell of blood overwhelmed her, and the bright reflection of the light against the red drop sent Ella spiraling into the depths of her fear- the smell of blood. Because, she, like no other human on the planet, had the strange ability to smell a small amount of blood from a long way away. This ability had outcast her beautiful self from the many inhabitants of Phoenix, leaving her distraught with no friends.
Inevitably, Ella glanced once more at the single drip and fainted.
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The plane touched down lightly on the ground, jarring her out of her restless sleep. Pulling a hideous bright yellow parka out of her carryon, Ella stood; ready to greet her horrible new life in Sporks. Everyone was immensely slow getting off the plane, so after waiting five minutes, Ella shoved her way through the line, eager to get home and dwell in her own grief.
The large crowd of people crowded around her and Ella searched vainly for the Baggage Claim, where her father, Ralph, would be waiting in his ridiculous police cruiser that caused everyone to drive slower. Oh the woes of her immensely difficult life. Ella finally discovered the sign, so distressed that she had not seen it right in front of her pale white face.
Ella waited urgently for her baggage, having an extreme need to break into tears as she looked outward at the overcast sky. It looked like it was going to… gasp… rain.
Her generic blue suitcase came spitting out of the machine first and as she reached for it, a guy nonchalantly leaned in front of her and grabbed it. "Um.. excuse me!" She shouted.
The guy turned toward her and Ella groaned inwardly. The guy wore glasses and a button up shirt. A manga book was tucked under his arm and Ella resisted an urge to run from this nerd that would further lower her social status.
"Here you go," the guys said pleasantly, a smile touching the edges of his lips. Ella didn't notice, too busy figuring out how to accept her bag without touching his skin. Taking the bag at the sides with two hands, she smiled tightly and walked out of the terminal.
Ralph's police cruiser was impossible to miss and her dad came bustling out as soon as he saw her. "Hey Ells!" Ralph exclaimed, hugging his daughter tightly.
"Hi," she replied, determined to retain her mysterious aura with a kind of hopeless despair.
Ralph happily took her bag and threw it in the back of his car. "I have great news Ella!"
"What?"
"I bought you a car!"
Bitch please, Ella thought. "But I wanted to buy my own! Dammit Ralph! What have you done?"
"It was just a welcome to Sporks present Ella."
Mournful about the kind gift she had just been given, Ella ignored her father, and stared out at the beautiful green scenery. Too much damn green, she thought. Why can't there be desert and desolation and dead plants?
The rest of their three hour ride consisted of silence. By the time she had finally reached her new home, Ella was still fuming, and at the sight of her car, her frown deepened. It was old. And it was a present.
Ella was pissed.
Trying very unsuccessfully to maintain her distressed composure, Ella hauled her stuff into the house, tripping on the stairs up to her room and hitting her forehead on the hard wood floor. Ten minutes passed carrying in everything she owned, and when she was done, Ella curled up into a ball, sobbing hysterically about the rain in Sporks and her own unfortunate life, filled with her indescribable beauty everyone but she could see.