Eight Shades Of Different:The story of 8 troubled teens, and how they help eachother.
Elsie Masen POV
I sat up on the window seat in my room. I was sad to be leaving Chicago, but I knew that our family needed this. We needed a change of setting. Edward's suicide attempt had taught me that. Despite my brothers many problems, he was very brilliant. I loved him, and I tried to help my twin. He was my best friend, and Edward had helped me through those terrible years when I was questioning my whole life. That was when I first became a model, around my thirteenth birthday. Those were hard times, but I got through them, and I would get Edward through his tough years.
He had been this way ever since his girlfriend, Tanya, had been killed during a robbery. Edward and I were fifteen. Tanya was your typical beauty, strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, perfect body, but she wasn't who I would pick for my brother. Tanya was much too picky, and she cheated on Edward. He never cared though because he was in love with her. Or, so he thought. I knew better though. Edward didn't love Tanya, he loved her looks.
"Elsie, we're leaving now. You should grab your Louis Vuitton suitcase, and get in the car." That was Edward. I looked to see him standing in my doorway, his bronze hair tousled, and his light blue sweater on backwards. He had been running.
"Edward, you might want to look into a mirror. You need to get a little happier, we're moving to a quaint little town called Forks. You, of all people, should be happy about this move." I said, because he only ran when he was emotional.
Edward gave me a you-really-need-to-stop-badgering-me look, and said, "All I said was get in the car, and you turn it into a therapy session. Get a life, Els." My face fell. I hated when he shut down like this. Edward was always hiding his emotions behind a thick veil of anger and biting humor. He reminded me of the undead. I sometimes had dreams about him as a vampire. "Elsie, you know I'm just not gonna be happy no matter where mom and dad move us to"
"Edward, you just need a girl to move on with. You need someone to love you. I'm convinced that that's what you really want." I said sadly, I had told him this many times. Edward just gave me a withering look and walked out, towards the staircase.
I sighed, and gave my white walled room a once-over. I walked out into the hall, grabbing my suitcase as left. Then I walked down the stairs, saying a silent goodbye to the house I had grown up in.
Edward POV
I'm an ass. That's all I am. An ass. I made my own sister cry. I made the one person who still believes I'm sane cry. I have no feelings. Elsie gives me a sad look as she turns away from the window on the airplane. She sees that I'm looking at her, and she looks away from me quickly. Ugh. I'm an ass.
We're on our way to Forks, WA. I can't believe my parents are moving us to the rainiest place on Earth. Aren't I depressed enough? Maybe my parents are hoping I'll kill myself so that they can move on with their lives. With me out of the picture, they'll send Elsie to a boarding school in England. She'll kill herself because she'll blame herself for my untimely demise. Elsie never was very good at accepting failure. That's what we had always had in common, until SHE died. I can't bring myself to think Tanya's name anymore. It hurts too much.
We're pulling into the airport now, and I am seeing Washington for the first time in my life. It's not raining, yet. It's about noon, and I'm wishing I was in Chicago, running. I would be running track with the track team right about now. The track season would officially start on the first day of school, which is in a week. Ugh. Forks High School sounds like hell on Earth. Ugh.
I'm going to try to enjoy this, and who knows, maybe I will find a new girlfriend. HA! I'm beginning to think like Elsie. I'm not an optimistic person. I never was. Never will be.
"Edward, can you help Elsie with her bags?" That's my mom, as she pushes back her bronze hair. I and Elsie look exactly like her. My father has blond hair, and he's a bit more aged than my mother. Having a failure for a son can do that to a person. He's a lawyer too, so that puts a lot of stress on him. Our mother is a stay at home mom, but she's usually pretty busy because she's usually balancing several affairs at once. Elsie and I may look like our mom, but we act like our dad. I grab Elsie's bags for her, and my own. I've found that lifting weights is almost as fun as playing the piano. Almost. Elsie smiles at me, appearently I'm forgiven. I smile back, and Elsie sighs. She's obviously getting sick of my mood swings. I really should have taken my meds this morning. Oh well.
As we're walking out of the airport, towards a limo, I see her. Mahogany hair, chocolate eyes, and cream skin. Only one word can describe this beauty:captivating. This beauty smiles at me, and I smile at her, but I know that I don't even deserve to look upon this beauty. I watch as she steps toward a Forks police car, and gets in. YES! We might go to the same school. I really need to stop thinking about this girl like I actually have a chance with her. I don't have a chance with her at all. Who would want to go out with a freak like me?
"Edward, staring isn't polite. The police chief is her dad, he could arrest you for harrassment." I look over at Elsie, who's caught my oggling. She giggles, and I blush.
"How do you know?" I ask, curious. Elsie shakes her head, and says, "I know because the car says police chief on it, and the man inside is old enough to be her dad." She shakes her head again.
I sigh and roll my eyes at her. Elsie can be such a know-it-all. I traipse over to our limo, genuinly excited for the coming school year.
Bella POV
"So, Bells, you excited about coming to Forks?" Charlie asks, and I'm surprised he cares. He doesn't care about anyone but himself.
I put on a fake smile and say, "oh, yes. I'm so excited!" Charlie doesn't miss the slight edge of sarcasm, and that earns me a slap in the face. I hear Laurel, his fiance`, whimper. She got into this relationship not knowing what Charlie was capable of. The only reason I'm here is because my mother is dead, and because no one else in the family is willing to take me in. Charlie is all I have left. Ugh. My life is terrible. I look out the window sadly. Then I remember the beautiful, bronze haired boy from the airport. He had looked at me as though I was a piece of candy he couldn't have, but he had smiled. There had been lots of pain in that smile, but there had been admiration too. I realized he had been admiring me. That was new, but it was cute too. I hoped he was going to Forks High. I scolded myself for even hoping that, the boy had had Louis Vuitton bags in his hands, of course he wasn't going to Forks High. Stupid hick town.
"Bella, are you willing to cook dinner?" Laurel stammers, playing with a strand of her mud-brown hair. Charlie looks back at her through the rearview mirror, a scowl on his face. He looks as though he's duisgusted by the sound of Laurel's voice.
"Of course, I'd be glad to." I say, to appease Charlie. Cooking is probably the only way I'll get to eat. Ugh. We pull into the driveway, and I'm shaking. Hard. I hate showing weakness, but I must because I am a weakling. A pathetic weakling who couldn't protect her mother from herself.
I push those thoughts away because I know that if I start thinking about my mom, the waterworks will start. I won't allow Charlie to see me cry. Ever. Mom always told me he loved it when she cried. He savored it. Charlie deserved to burn in hell.
As I picked my black suitcase out of the trunk I looked up at the house I would live in. This would be my hell until I turned eighteen. With those thoughts, I marched toward my waking nightmare.
Alice POV
A girl with mahogony hair walking towards a house. A man with black curly hair throwing a chair at the girl. A woman crying out somewhere. A shriek of terror from the mahogony haired girl. The man walks toward the girl and he shoves her into the wall. She blacks out. He laughs and walks away, towards the kitchen. He wants a snack. That beating took it out of him.
"Alice! Stop screaming! Your fine! It's me, your mother!" I awaken from my terrible vision to see my mother hunched over me, a worried look crossing her wrinkled face. Alice's sister, Cynthia, walked in and she ran back out. She had never been able to stand her sister's strange visions.
"It's okay mom. Just a particularley terrible future." Alice didn't want to tell her mom about the terrible things she had seen. She knew that she was destined to meet this girl because she had been having visions about the people who would be her new friends at Forks High for weeks. There had been a vision about a sad bronze haired girl cotemplating something as a bronze haired boy, that had to be the girls twin, walked in and told her she should get into the car. Another vision had featured a big, burly boy at a park. He was staring at the ground, and he looked sad. Another vision was of a boy with bleach blond hair, and strinking deep blue eyes. He was sitting in an apartment with his parents, and they were discussing leaving New York City to move to Forks. Her next vision was of a beautiful blond-haired girl sitting on an airplane, crying. Another vision, Alice's favorite by far, was of a boy with curly blond hair and blue eyes sitting in a police station. He was smiling as his dad walked out of the sheriffs office, and gave him a you-are-in-so-much-trouble look. The boy had said, "now I suppose your sending me to Forks," and his father had nodded.
Alice liked the vision of the boy in jail because he looked so innocent, and she had a hard time picturing him as a criminal. Alice liked most every vision, except for the one with the mahogony haired girl. That one was troubling.
Cynthia walked in and looked at Alice sadly, and Alice cringed. She hated pity. "Alice, it's time to go." Then she left. Alice got up and grabbed her Coach suitcase. Shopping was Alice's best friend, and her parents let her shop as much as she wanted because it seemed to help her "condition". For every therapy session she went to, Alice was allowed to go shopping at the most highly priced place she could find, and spend at least three thousand dollars. Her family was very well off due to the fact that her father had struck oil a while back.
"Alice, come on dear, we have a plane to catch!" Alice's mother yelled to her, and Alice walked down the stairs quicker, happy for a fresh start.
Emmett POV
Ugh, damn it. Why won't mom just let me stay for one more football season. Coach says I can get a scholarship within the next season. Damn it all. Ever since dad died, mom's been terrible, yelling all the time. Why do we have to move to some podunk town? I have to get a scholarship so I can get away from my stupid family.
"Emmie, it's time to go. Mom says." I rolled my eyes at my sister, Miranda, and her stupid nicknames. I got up off the park bench and followed Miranda.
"Coming," I said, sounding bored. I was bored. I had been bored since the day colon cancer claimed my dad. I had been shut down since then. I used to make jokes, I used to have straight A's. Not anymore. I used to spend Friday nights with my freinds. Now I spend them with my therapist, Patty. Therapy was the biggest joke I had ever seen. At least I didn't have to go anymore. Mom had run out of money to send me because of the big move to Nowhereville, USA. I was a little excited because moving meant I could start over, I could have a clean slate. I could get some new friends.
As I looked at our small suburban house, I sighed. There were a lot of memories, good and bad, here. Like, I had had my first kiss standing outside the white washed door. I had broken the front window at least seven times during first grade baseball season. I had heard of my father's death while hiding behind the doorway of the kitchen when my mom was on the phone with the hospital. I hadn't been hidden very well because I had been 15 at the time and I was a fairly bulky person. Not fat, just muscled. "Emmett, grab your backpack, we have to go. It's a long drive." That was my mom, calling me from the driver's seat of a U-Haul. I sighed, and picked up my orange, Sacramento High School Blowfish backpack. I stepped up to the passengers side. Miranda was riding with our neighbor, Mrs. Sanchez. She had offered to help us move.
"Are you excited, Em?" My mom asked. She always wanted people to be happy and excited, even when she wasn't.
I sighed heavily, trying to make myself look happy, "I'm very excited, mom. Can't wait." She frowned as we turned onto the highway, and I knew what was coming. She was going to make me listen to her talk about how I need to get happy about this move, and that this is a good thing. I was surprised when she just pursed her lips. Usually mom was trying to get me to be happy, optimistic. I guess everyone got to a point when they just gave up. It made me sad to think that my mom was giving up on me. I supposed it would have happened eventually.
Rosalie POV
"Rosy, don't cry. It's okay. He was a cad. A miserable cad." That's what my mother's been telling me ever since my ex-boyfriend beat me up in an alley way. It was embarrasing enough to have to sit next to my mom on a plane to Forks, but now I was crying on said plane. Ugh.
My mom looks at me, expecting me to say something. I refuse to speak. I haven't spoken in a year, and I don't plan on changing that anytime soon.
We're moving because my parents think I need a change of scenery. They think that New York City was too violent for me. Whatever. The city had nothing to do with it. It was the people in the city. They all knew me as the girl who got beat up by the bank owners son. I refused to think his name. Cad.
We pulled into the Sea-Tac Airport around six P.M. I was glad to be off the plane because I couldn't stand being in a closed space for too long. It scared me. A lot. My dad grabbed all our luggage, and we walked towards the limo my parents had ordered to drive us to our new home. As the limo pulled out of the airport, and onto the highway, a silence settled over my small family. I grabbed my phone, and began texting a friend of mine from Myspace. They were moving to Forks too. Her name was Elsie, and I had met her at a go-see for a Teen Vogue spread. She had gotten the spread, but I had gotten a very good friend.
Rosalie: How r u?
Elsie: I've been betta. U?
Rosalie: Terrible. I h8 planes!
Elsie: Me 2. They r duh worst.
Rosalie: Yeah. I'm sittin in a limo on my way 2 duh new house. U?
Elsie: I'm sittin in my new room. Can't wait 2 c u!
Rosalie: I'm almost dyin from excitement! Is ur odd bro with u?
Elsie: Yeah. And he's not weird, he's troubled. Could u plz b nice 2 him? For me?
Rosalie: Fine. I G2G, we're duh house. Bye.
Elsie: Buh-bye.
We had just pulled into the driveway of a large bricked mansion. I was fairly impressed. This place was lovely. I could see the pathway to a garden and I was tempted to run to it, but I reined that in. I needed to go inside and look at my new room. I hadn't bothered with asking to decorate, so my mother had made it her mission to create a 15 year olds dream room. Suddenly, I didn't feel so good.
I walked up a spiral staircase, and looked down a beautifully decorated hallway. There was a door labeled "ROSALIE" at the end of the hallway. I walked toward it slowly, and I knew I looked stupid. I turned the doorknob and looked inside. I was pleasantly surprised. In front of me was a fairly large room. The walls were painted in orange and pink stripes. There was a king sized bed on the back wall, and it had pink and orange sheets on it. I looked to my right and saw a big screen t.v. with a white desk placed next to it. There was a window seat with two bookshelves on either side that faced the garden. I walked over to it and sat, staring out at the beatiful dusk. I was home.
Corin POV
"Mom, if you could just please listen to me. I wasn't going to argue about the move. I was going to ask you if I could get my stuff put into the car because we are going to be late for our flight." Ugh. It was seven-thirty. The plane left for Forks at eight-thirty five. We weren't gonna make it. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
"Yes, please go put your things in the car, Corin. Your the only one who hasn't." My mom and dad both said at the same time. I swear, they think on the same wave-length.
About fifteen minutes later, we were all in the car, on the way to the airport. When we got to the airport, we all unloaded our luggage and checked in. "When do we get to fly?" Asked my little sister, Mica. She was six, and she thought that an airplane was a machine that gave you wings so that you could fly like a bird. I didn't argue with her, she'd never believe me if I told her what a plane really was. As we stepped on the plane Mica began asking the flight attendant when we got our wings. When the flight attendant handed Mica a pair of plastic wings, she stared at them, perplexed. When we took off, I diverted my thoughts from my little sister. I thought about Elsie Masen, a model I had met at a modeling class I had taken Mica to at my mother's orders. To say I was head over heels in love would be an understatement. I was captivated with her. The way she talked her brother out of killing himself over the phone was amazing. The girl should be a social worker. She had single-handedly saved someone's life. I replayed my conversation with her after she got off the phone with her brother in my mind.
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"Wow. That was amazing. Do you talk people out of killing themselves everyday?" I asked Elsie, running my fingers through my bleach blond hair.
She laughed wryly and shook her head. "No, but I feel like I do. Edward, the one I just talked out of suicide, has been like this for awhile. I've been anticipating it. He's my twin brother, and I'll do anything to keep him alive." Elsie ran a small, pale hand, through her long bronze hair. Her green eyes seemed to be seeing something other than the gym filled with aspiring models.
"Hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." I said with a smile. She laughed, and looked at me as though debating on if I were some crazy stalker, or a genuine friend.
"Thank you. Here, lets trade cellphone numbers," she suggested. SCORE! I actually managed to get a beautiful girls phone number!
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I and Elsie had been in contact ever since. We leaned on eachother at our worst times. When she considered death as an alternative, she called me, and for once I felt the same way she had the day we met. I called her the day I got benched at a football game. We balanced eachother well. I was sad that we were moving because now I wouldn't see Elsie when she came to NYC for photoshoots, and runway jobs. I felt really bad when she had said she was going to surprise me with a visit, and I had to turn her down. The odd thing was that she seemed happy to hear I was moving. As these thoughts were eating at me I looked down to see we were landing. YES! As we exited the plane, I breathed in the cold night air of Washington. It was so much cleaner than NYC air. My family and I grabbed our baggage, and Mica jabbered on about how that was NOTHING like what she was anticipating. I sighed. It was gonna be a long ride home. Ugh. We all climbed into a limo and looked out the windows at the forest flashing past us. I was exhausted, but excited to see the new house. All too soon, we were at the mansion that we would call home. Just as I was looking at the huge bricked house, someone ran out of the mansion next to ours, and they were yelling like a maniac. I looked at the person's tall, skinny form, and the flowing bronze hair reminded me of someone.
"Elsie!!" I yelled, running toward her. She flung her arms open wide, and I ran straight to her. We collided and hugged eachother for a while, then I pulled back and did something that surprised us both. I kissed her! That was soemthing I had wanted to do since we first met. I pulled back, to see her reaction. At first her expression was awed, then a smile lit her face. YES!
"You know, I've been wondering when you were gonna do that." Elsie whispered with a laugh, and I laughed with her, happier than I'd been in awhile. Forks was gonna be fun....
Jasper POV
I sat in the jailhouse, thinking. That was an awesome party, one part of me said. The other part said, shut up stupid, you're gonna have to move to Forks with your aunt Mildred. I'd really messed up this time. I doubted anyone could get me out of this mess. I couldn't talk my way out this one. There was evidence. Everyone knew I had been at the party.
The reason that me being at a party is such a big deal is that I'm a 15 year old alcoholic. It's not like I'm a mean drunk, on the contrary, I'm a very funny drunk. Anyway, my parents are sick of it. My dad's meeting with the sheriff right now to discuss my bail. My mother is most likely at home, sobbing. I hated to think that I was causing that.
My phone beeped as I was pondering this. It was text from my friend, Maria.
Maria: R u still duh police station?
Jasper: Yep. I'm busted. They r gonna send me 2 hicktown.
Maria: Ugh. And we were having so much fun.
Jasper: Listen Maria, I don't like u dat way. all. U kno dat, I kno dat. Go ruin some1 else's life.
Maria: Fine. Hav fun in nowhereville.
Jasper: I will. :-D I laughed to myself. Maria was the whole reason I was Georgia's biggest partier. She had taken a liking to me when we first met, at a town dance. I was 13, and she was 16. She and I had been going out on and off since I was 14. Maria was the reason I was facing a life in Forks.
The party had started out fun, but someone had called the cops for some reason. I think her name was Melinda Sordino, or something. It doesn't matter. All I know is that one minute I was sitting on the couch with Maria, and the next she was yelling, "GRAB HIM OFFICER! HE'S BEEN DRUNK SINCE WE GOT HERE," and that was it for me.
I knew one person who was moving to Forks. His name was Emmett, and I had met him at a football camp when we were seven. We've been best friends ever since. He and I usually talk to eachother when we have a huge problem. I decided to text him.
Jasper: Man, I'm in deep shit. I'm duh police station. In other words, I'll c u in Forx.
Emmett: Dat sux, man. I'm in the car, on my way 2 Forx. least we got eachother.
Jasper: Yeah, sure. I G2G. My dads gettin out of the sheriffs office. Bye.
Emmett: Good luck. Bye.
"Jasper, get your ass up. We're going home, and your packing. You leave for Forks tomorrow." My father looked at me like I was a speck of dirt on his carpet of life. Ugh.
I went home and began packing, unaware that getting exiled to Forks may be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Narrator POV
So, these youngsters have no idea that within a few days they will cross eachothers paths. They will become amazing friends, and some will begin relationships. But I'm getting ahead of myself. What these young teens have no knowledge of is the fact that there are darker things lurking in even the darkest places. They have no idea that by coming together they are starting a chain reaction. In these next few months they will begin to remember things they will wish they didn't remember.......
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A/N: Thanks for reading!! If you want to read my original idea for this story, go to my profile. If you read the original idea you'll realize that a lot has changed from my original idea. I know that the narrator POV might be a little confusing, but you'll understand by the end of the story. I promise. Reviews are appreciated! Even if you just favorite my story, or put it on your alert list, that still motivates me!