So I'm writing another story but this time it's about a girl named Edise May (it's my great grandmothers name) who moves to La Push all the way from Alabama to live with her older sister Dorothy. Quil imprints on her and yes I know it's not the right girl but I love switching things up. Enjoy, review, and give me ideas.
Watching the rain hit the windshield I already knew I would hate this place. Rain was something I never loved because I wasn't use to it. Down in Alabama things were hot, just the way I like them. But as soon as I stepped out of my car it was anything but hot. The wind whipped my white hair around until it was a tangled mess and the rain made it seem heavier then it was. I grabbed my book bag from the passenger seat and darted for the house. I opened the heavy wooden door and slammed it shut before any wind made it inside. I groaned and slipped my soaked jacket off feeling it leaving my skin sticky. I dropped my bag by the door and wondered down the hall to find Dorothy but I found no one in the small house. I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen to feed my rumbling stomach. That's when I saw a picture laying on the kitchen table.
Dorothy was on a bike that our mother use to ride and I was laying on the sidewalk in our old neighborhood. Dorothy's brown hair was pulled up on the top of her head and her brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight making her pink button down dress seem brighter and her curves pop out. But then you see me with my white hair standing out on the dark pavement and my black jeans and sweater making my brown eyes match and making me seem stick thin.
I was nothing like Dorothy or anyone else in my family for that matter which led me to believe mother had an affair. Mother was tall and a beautiful southern bell who married a lawyer. But I was just a bulimic who had no friends and made the family get a bad reputation. I flipped the picture over and grabbed a box of cookies to munch on. I never understood why I ate if I was just going to puke it up in a few minutes, it was always a waste to me but I knew I had to get something in me.
Before I knew it I was finished the box and feeling sick like always. I walked to the bathroom in the hall and bent over the porcelain. I thought about how those girls in my old high school use to make fun of me because of how I stood out. My white hair was so different from everyone's brown. My pale skin stuck out like a sore thumb against everyone's tan bodies. Being thin was the only thing that made me normal there and probably here. I jammed my middle finger down my sore throat and before I knew it the cookies was staring back at me. I washed my hands and mouth before going to find my room. Every time I purged it made me feel dirty and ashamed but then I remember the benefits.
I opened the door with my name on it and saw a small twin size bed pushed in the corner, a desk and mirror…something I would have to break, and a bookshelf. The room was small but it was mine for the next year until I graduate. I sat my bag on the bed when I heard Dorothy shouting for my name. Great my biggest problem had just arrived.
I walked into the kitchen to see her putting the last of the grocery's away. I pulled a chair out and licked my dry lips. I could still taste the cookies on them.
"I don't get how you're so skinny after eating a box full of cookies," Dorothy laughed as she chucked the empty box in the trash. I chuckled a little to myself because she would never know my secret. I can stop once I get down ninety, the perfect weight for me. Only ten more pounds to go and I'm fine. I crossed my arms in front of my none existent chest and waited for her to talk some more. I was never much of a talker but she was. Another reason why she was so damn great.
"What do you want for dinner?" She asked looking through the freshly stocked cabinets. I shrugged and looked at the pouring rain outside.
"I think I'm just gonna go to bed," I told her and went to my new room. I locked the door and stripped. I checked the mirror and saw my pudgy stomach and my flabby arms and legs. It wasn't enough yet, ten more pounds, I kept repeating in my head, ten more pounds.