Um. Hello there, this is my first ever fanfiction so I'm not too sure how it's going to go. If it completely sucks please let me know so I can take this down and retreat back to the rock I came out from under. If it's not the absolute worst thing you've ever read, please give me some constructive criticism because I really want to improve my writing. Anything factual I probably wrote incorrectly, but quite frankly I don't care so, yeah, here is Chapter 1…..
Oh yeah, Disclaimer: Umm.. Obviously I don't own twilight or any of its characters. I just sort of own Wednesday I guess..
Cheer up, Child of Woe.
Wednesday's POV:
I hate flying. It doesn't matter how many times I have done it, the experience is always one of sheer unpleasantness. Dry air and screaming babies, who in their right mind would enjoy that? 10 hours in this metal torture chamber and I am seriously considering stabbing the disgustingly cheery air hostess with my plastic fork. When she asks for the 3rd time "you alright sugar?" I just about lose it. Before I get a chance to yell "do I bloody look alright?" my sweet cousin Bella swiftly replies with "she's okay, just got a bad headache."
Oh, sure, let's sum up my agonizing misery as a "headache." As the hostess walks away I give her the bird behind her back. An old lady across the aisle glares and tuts at me, so I raise my eyebrow at her and give her my best "wanna fight bitch" look. She huffs and promptly turns her wrinkly little head away. I bask in my small triumph, it's the little things in life, right?
"Come on, you promised you would behave!" complains Bella. I suppose I should tell you how I ended up in this situation. My name is Wednesday Morticia Swan. Yes, like the Adams family, but joke and I swear you'll regret it. I'm 16 years old and I have lived in a small town just west of London my whole life. Unfortunately, I am being forced to move to America after I had slight mental breakdown. You see, my best friend killed herself a little while ago. Well 103 days and 12 hours ago, but who's keeping track? Anyway, she was more than just my best friend: she was my sister. My soulmate. (I mean like sisterly soulmate).We made a blood pact and everything. She knew me better than anyone and we went through a lot of shit together. Then one day, out of the blue, we find her hanging in the church hall. Kind of ironic, isn't it? If you knew her you'd get it. But anyway, that's why mother thought it best I leave. So now, here I am: on my way to my Uncle Charlie's house in Forks. The place my mum grew up. The few other times I visited forks were remarkably unexceptional. To be honest the only reason I agreed to go was because I knew Bella would need me; she'd never had the best relationship with Charlie and right now she was the only person I cared to be around. A nasally voice interrupts my thoughts,
"Please fasten your seatbelts, we will now begin our descent, thank you for flying American Airlines"
Bella smiled at me, "you see Friday, it's almost over!"
I laugh at her old nickname for me. She always said I was more like Friday's child, and that it was unfair of my parents to give me such a sad name. Woeful is sort of fitting now I guess, but it's nice to genuinely laugh a little. I recite the rhyme in my head:
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good in every way
"Are you excited to make awkward small talk with your estranged father, my love?" I ask relieved the ordeal is coming to an end. I see her flinch and start to smirk. This is bound to be hilarious. She seems to notice my growing amusement. "Wednesday, I have a preposition for you" She suggests "If you go the whole journey to charl- Dad's house without making one inappropriate comment I will provide you with your fix"
I gasp. "You're not serious?"
"Oh I am. Two whole bags"
"The good stuff yeah, not that cheap ASDA crap?"
"Quality popping candy, from Arnolds Sweet shop in Arizona, top of the line shit."
Popping candy. My one weakness. Few people know of it, and I'd like to keep it that way, because there is very little I wouldn't do for popping candy. I've sort of been banned from eating it as I tend to go a tad loopy after consumption.
"Alright, I'll behave"
"Pinky promise?" She asks, (the eternally binding contract of a pinky promise is often unappreciated). After our pinkies have wrapped together in solemn swear, she seems satisfied. "Here we go' I grin as the planes wheels touch the ground.
The car ride to Uncle Charlie's house was as painfully awkward as expected, but it was made worse by my lack of hilarious commentary. So, needless to say, we were all very happy when we finally arrived at his adorable house. Our new home. Charlie helped us carry our bags up the stairs and then left us alone to unpack. "That's something I love about Charlie" Bella commented "He doesn't hover."
My room was directly across the hall from Bella's and while I unpacked my Neon Cat suitcase I noticed some subtle changes. The sheets instead of grey, were dark blue. The ceramic bowl on the windowsill had a slight crack. And a picture on the small wooden desk in the corner had been taken away. The picture of the time me and Ivy visited forks.
Flash Back:
"Oh my god, what are you doing?" I ask amused at my best friend's antics. She was currently laying on the floor in what seemed to be an extremely uncomfortable position.
"It's called yoga bitch" She hissed red faced from exertion. I just laughed and flopped on the bed. "Why are we here?" I asked. She just smirked and said,
"Coz your uncle has a thing for me." I threw a pillow at her. This was a serious situation, we were missing Katy Bird's New Year's party to be here. And as much as I loved my uncle, No one threw a party like Katy.
"Look, we're here to keep your mum off your back" She said rolling her eyes.
"The only reason she's on my back is because of you!" I replied, glaring at her. 2 months ago we had been caught intoxicated as we were walking to school. Thankfully, we weren't on school property so they couldn't expel us, but my mum chewed my ear off and hasn't trusted me since. I didn't even want a drink, but Ivy thought it would be funny to spike my apple juice.
"Ugh.. you have got to stop bringing that up. I already apologized." She whined. While I loved Ivy, it seems like she's always getting me into shit.
"Besides the only reason you wanted to go to Katy's party is because Jake's going to be there. We both know Bird and her friends are class A, anorexic slags with a serious fake tan problem. What's their damage?" she sneered cruelly.
Despite myself I laughed and any anger I had felt melted away. Ivy always had this way of making me grin no matter what she had said or done.
"Anyway let's go out to dinner. You're not going to wear that red dress from Topshop though are you?" She asked.
"I probably will, it's my favorite, why?"
"It makes you look fat, darling" She said, laughing.
A knock on the door interrupted me from the memory. Charlie stumbled in awkwardly and gave the speech about how if I ever wanted to talk I could come to him. He also told me he booked and appointment with a highly recommended therapist Monday after school. I thanked him and promised I would come to him if I needed help. Charlie was sweet really, he just didn't know how to express his emotions. Maybe he should be the one going to therapy. "Do you have anything I can cook for dinner?" I ask already knowing the answer. He looked embarrassed, "I was thinking we could get a take out?" He suggested. Laughing I said I'd walk down to the local store and buy some supplies. "Bella, do you want to come to the store with me?" I yelled.
"No, I'm going to call my mom" she yelled back.
"Okay I'm going to want my reward when I get back!"
Hearing her laugh and promise to deliver the goods, I walked down stairs and set off. Forks was beautifully green and reminded me a lot of England. The feeling of drizzle on my skin and the biting of the cold air was strangely comforting. Walking slowly, I enjoyed the evening, knowing I would have to converse with Mike Newton when I got to his family's shop. The town of forks was a 10 minute walk from Charlie's house and the high school was an extra 10 minutes in. I walked further than that to my old school so I didn't mind but I know Bella will hate it. Oh well, sucks to be her. The bright sign advertising "NEWTONS GROCEREY STORE" came into view. Sighing, and preparing for exceptionally dull small talk, I went inside.
Grabbing a shopping basket, I began to look around for basic supplies I knew Charlie wouldn't have. In the corner of my eye, I saw two boys, around my age, buying some meat. I glanced quickly at them, and noticed how handsome they were. The first one had copper hair and a baby face, but looked broody and annoying. The second one, on closer inspection, was more of a man than a boy. Appearing to be in his twenties, he had golden curly hair, and an oddly endearing smirk. This one's issue was his air of complete arrogance. Judging by how they were dressed, the meat they were buying, and their shared exceptionally pale skin they were wealthy relatives, possibly brothers. My mother told me once she would never trust a beautiful person with money, because they don't have the same morals or values as everyone else. But then again, I knew plenty of plain, dirt poor people with atrocious morals. Oh shit, they're looking at me. This is what I get for staring like a creep. I quickly look away and become very engrossed in….. Men's Shaving utensils. Brilliant. The golden one starts to walk over, so I begin to freak out on the inside. I am actually incredibly shy and awkward and have been known to set a terrible first impression. If I'm not related to someone or have known them for years, I find it incredibly difficult to speak properly. And throughout my mind babble he has now arrived at my side. Franticly I grab something from the shelf and try to walk away. "Aftershave?" Asks a deep, twangy voice. Oh My Days. He's from Texas. Of course he is. He's like Matthew Mcconaughey but fitter. Realizing he was waiting for an answer I reply "Um... It's for my brother." There we go. No stuttering, a perfectly good reason, minimal shakiness in my voice, I am quite proud of that response. Now let's just hope he never finds out I don't have a brother. The Baby face snickers and I begin to worry they're going to try and prank me or something. I try to walk away again but he stops me with "What's your name?" That. Damn. Accent. Nonetheless, I'm now cautious of his motive for speaking to me so I reply with "Why do you want know?"
"You're English?" He asks sounding surprised. What, don't I look British enough for you?
The copper one laughs again and I'm sorely tempted to say "You got a problem baby face?"
He looks at me shocked. Oh lord, I just said that out loud. Blushing and stammering I mumble a quick apology. Just then, Mike Newton decides to make an appearance. This is going downhill fast. "Are these guys bothering you Wednesday?" He asks trying to be Macho. I laugh at him and say "Not at all Mikey boy, I'll grab the rest of my stuff and meet you at the register." He nods and tries to give the Brothers Grimm a menacing look. Not wanting to suffer any further emotional trauma I quickly grab food and practically run to the register. After laughing at Mike's totally un-funny jokes, I promise to talk to him at school tomorrow. Hopefully having Bella with me with me will make the experience slightly more bearable. I already miss my old school, which was more like a giant party than an actual school, but I will myself not to think of it. New beginnings, clean slate and all that. Leaving the shop, I see a grey Volvo pull up next to me with none other than Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. "You need a ride darling?" Asks the Texan. I freeze as he waits for a reply. Say something Wednesday! Anything! "I'm not supposed to get in a car with strange men." Anything but that. The copper one giggles. I am really coming to hate his laugh. It is that, of an Impish fairy. He gives me a look before saying "Your brother tell you that?" Oh dear, I have a feeling he knows. Oh well, I always say never give up on a lie. "He did actually."
"Break the rules then" Drawls the golden one. No thank you. I will just embarrass myself even more. "I like walking" I say before looking away, trying to signal the end of the conversation. "Well, I can't let a little thing like you walk around on your own at this time" He laughs getting out of the car. Well it's only 8 o'clock- hold on a second, he is not seriously going to walk with me?! He walks in front of me and takes the shopping bags. I give him an astonished and appalled look. And what does he do? He waggles his beautiful eyebrows, wave's goodbye to his brother and says, "Let's get going then?"
Oh shit.
Okay, the end of chapter 1, what do you think? Btw jasper already knows about Wednesday and the relationship they're going to have because of Alice. And I kind of picture Wednesday as a curvier Winona Ryder when she's in Heathers.