Disclaimer Characters names and stuff don't belong to me STEPHANIE MEYERS it's hers I'm just borrowing!!!
Insane realities
Chapter 1- Sanity Is Precious
"I've seen him!" Jessica's blush colours her face, I simply roll my eyes at her exasperating behaviour. She lounges noisily on my couch picking up my catalogue and squashing it to her heart.
"He's so fit! I swear he is!" She exclaims, her hand extending my way. "Gosh why is he under such surveillance?" asks Jessica while she quietly pouts at me. I walk over smiling at my weird and unusually usual best friend.
"Hmm? Maybe to keep him from psycho's like you and dare I imagine worse!" She scowls at me and I laugh snatching the catalogue off of her.
"What?" I say feigning innocence. She suddenly sighs deeply and her face has become the definition of distress and despair.
"You're so lucky you know Mrs Peters!" she cries out in a woe-is-me way. I nudge her gosh she's so obsessed with this one, her infatuations just seem to increase and increase in creepiness.
You see the story is there is a kindly old couple, whom happen to be my neighbours, have recently lost their dear only son. I remember how devastating it was, I hated every second of it, the tears the pain filled eyes, the self pity...but then all of a sudden they seemed to regain their strength their capability. Rumour has it – as they were strolling through the forest, they came across a boy, in which was around the same age as their son, so naturally they adopted this young chap, but apparently there is more to this boy than his appearing from no where, he-is-a-total-knockout, well to every girl in this town who's glimpsed him.
From what I heard he's pretty clichéd, brown hair, brown eyes, probably lacks brain cells too. Because of all this and the fact they don't want to lose him either, they've kept everything very 'hush hush'. They've put him in an all boys school of course, because I doubt there'd be many boys, that would lock him away and keep him there as a love slave.
I may be the only sane girl left, I used to be one of the majorities now, and sane teen-aged girls face extinction in this town. In the distance of my thoughts I can hear Jessica's droning on about the importance of us making a surprise attack on him, I am beginning to think I should just join them...it wouldn't be harder to pretend. The phone rings and I thank God for saving me that was a close one!
"Hello?" says an old feminine voice...Mrs Peters.
"Hello, Mrs Peters," I say pointedly, knowing that Jessica would realise. Jessica was by my side in point 3 seconds, hmm personal best...she's getting better.
"I don't mean to trouble you dear...," her timid voice quivers with age.
"Don't worry I'm not doing anything important," I emphasise to Jessica who just frowns at me, I grin mischievously at her.
"I suppose you've head about Edward sweetie?" her voice gently echoed in my head, soothe boy has a name huh?
"Hmm, yeah I have heard about Edward..." I say blandly man she's going to ask something I just now it. Man!
"Oh dear," Her voice clearly full of displeasure she continues. "I don't suppose you could help us?" she asks that old granny voice already swaying me to her demand. Damn it I just can't say no to her!
"Anything..." I utter, not really knowing what I'm getting myself into.
"Well, as you'll expect all this isolation from other people can really become unbearable to a young boy...we read it in a parenting book you see honey," She seems pleased she took the initiative to read the book.
"I see," Oh man, please not that..!
"You're the only teenager we trust around here...," Ok, Ok, just spit it out already!
"Mmm hmm," Jessica was getting agitated waiting for her to reply already, well me too!
"Would you...come around regularly and give him company from his... peer group? Please it would mean ever-so-much to us!" Ok Bella this is the perfect time to take that lesson on saying no...
"Erm...well I can't...-" I begin.
"Please," her helpless, fragile voice residing in my head.
"Does he speak English?" I ask already defeated and not too happy about it.
"Yes!" she says her voice raising and swelling with life.
"Oh...ok then," I mumble down the phone. Man!
"Come around tomorrow after school, oh! Bring some cookies or cakes he'll love that!" What era is she living in cookies or cakes, as what a peace offering? This is going to be catastrophic i can tell! It's so unfair why do I always get suckered into these things? Man
Hope you guys likey!! Just a story that popped of my head review this a lil' for me twilight fans you rock and haters you rock a lot less... but i guess you still rock, hey creativity is GOOD lol anyhoo.. a lil off track but here comes chaps 2......... o " .........loves from Nicoshea