I just finished my first fanfic today and now I've already got the next one sort of planned out. This story is just based off an idea that popped into my head randomly and I think it will turn out pretty good. The next chapters aren't going to be as short as this one, I just needed to start off the story. R&R!
Summary: Bella finds an old diary from a teenage girl who lived in forks in 1989. When she reads the first entry she thinks that it's just an ordinary, mundane girl living in the boring town of Forks. Who knew that what happened to this girl twenty years ago would affect her life now?
CH 1
I took a deep breath and my nose was instantly filled with the familiar smell of books. I was sitting in my favorite second-hand bookstore where I spent most of my free time, I even know the owner, Mr. Calden, on a personal basis. He is one of those really old awkward guys who's glasses are always perched on the end of his crooked nose, and he has the stereotypical old-guy white hair and the kind of crouched over posture. Most people around our little town of Forks thought he was crazy, but I knew better. He was one of the most intelligent people I had ever met, he had so many first hand experiences he could write a history book if he wanted to.
"Bella, could you help me reach that book?" he asked me stretching his arms up to the top of the nearest bookshelf.
"Sure Mr. Calden," I replied grabbing the stepladder from the back and using it to climb up and grab the book he was reaching for.
"Thank you Bella, and how many times have I told you, call me Jay," he said smiling kindly.
"Sorry Mr. Cal—I mean Jay," I replied smiling a little in return.
"So we just got some new books in today, I was wondering if you wanted to search through them before I put them up on the shelves," he offered knowing that I always needed new books because I read through them so fast.
"Of course, thank you," I replied and I followed him into the back, walking around all the empty boxes and extra bookshelves piled around.
"Here's the box, there aren't that many books but there could be something special in there," he said smiling a little suspiciously but that could just be my imagination. I thanked him again and he left me to look through the tiny cardboard box.
All the books in the box looked extremely fragile, like if I touched them they would disintegrate into a pile of dust. I gently set the books in a pile next to the box after I had looked at each of the titles and read the summaries. Not finding a book that I wanted to read, I started to put all the books back into the box but then I notice another book at the bottom of the box that I had forgotten. It was a simple red, leather covered book with no writing on the outside. I flipped open to the first page seeing if the title was there and I was surprised to find a journal entry. The entry was dated around twenty years ago and it looked like a girl's handwriting because it was a neat cursive instead of the usual unreadable man scrawl.
I shut the book and walked out of the back room deciding that it might be interesting to read. For some reason I decided to hide the fact that I took the book from Jay, so I tucked the small book up the sleeve of my hoodie and waved goodbye to him and walked out of his shop.
Once I got home, I went straight up to my room and plopped down on my bed. I opened to the first page of the diary and started reading.
1/7/1989
Dear Diary,
Today is my first day at my new high school. My dad said this is the last time we're moving before I finally graduate and I hope he keeps his word this time. Our next door neighbors came over yesterday to welcome us to the neighborhood and they have a girl about my age except she's really obnoxious. She was updating me on the latest gossip and apparently there's another new student and he's supposed to be the hottest guy in the world. I highly doubt that's true, the girls here probably only think that because he's something new to look at. That's the problem with small towns, you know everybody in town and how they're all related, and at some point you've dated your best friend's brother's girlfriend's brother or something like that.
I wonder if the school administration will put the new guy and I together for the first day of school to try and help us feel "comfortable" or something like that. If they do it's just going to be totally awkward, it's not like we know each other at all and he probably doesn't even want to hang out with someone as weird as me anyways. I guess we'll just have to see what happens tomorrow, huh?
So far she just sounded like a normal teenage girl, which was kind of disappointing. I thought the diary would be something more interesting, but I guess living in Forks there's nothing is interesting. I put the book on my bedside table and got up to make dinner for Charlie and when I came back upstairs after eating, I just ignored the book and went to my computer to reply to my mom's e-mail. I didn't know what to do with the book now. Maybe I should just bring it back to the store and forget about it, maybe someone else will want to read it, because I knew I didn't.
It's not that I didn't care about what happened in her life or anything; it's just that it's so average that it's boring. Maybe you just haven't read it enough, isn't it the number one rule that when you read a book you have to read a few chapters before you decide if you're going to stop reading it for good?, I thought to myself. I decided that I'd give the diary another try tomorrow after school before taking it back to the bookstore, it's not like it'd hurt to read a few more entries.
Tell me what you think .
