Bella moves from London to attend a boarding school called Whitehall Preparatory in New York. She meets a certain family and a certain player from Forks and things will never be the same again for anyone. CANON.
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Been a long time right? Well, I was reading loads of these stories and really liked the idea and the transition Edward goes through. So, I hope you'll enjoy it and stick around.
Read the following, its kind of important to get to understand some of the story...
Bella:
CLASSES: Triganometry, English *BREAK* Photography *LUNCH* Biology, Musical Theatre. CO-CURRICULAR: General Dance (Main style Ballet)
Edward:
CLASSES: Musical Theatre, English *BREAK* Music *LUNCH* Biology, Gym. CO-CURRICULAR: Football (Soccer)
Alice:
CLASSES: Art, English *BREAK* Photography *LUNCH* Business Studies, Textiles. CO-CURRICULAR: Fashion Class
Jasper:
CLASSES: Trig, Physics *BREAK* English *LUNCH* Geography, History CO-CURRICULAR: Football (Soccer)
Rosalie:
CLASSES: English, Art *BREAK* Music *LUNCH* History, Musical Theatre. CO-CURRICULAR: General Dance (Main style Tap)
Emmett:
CLASSES: English, Physics *BREAK* History *LUNCH* Geography, Gym. CO-CURRICULAR: Football (Soccer)
Got it? Haha :)
I might post at the beginning of a few more chapters so you don't forget!
Disclaimer: Yep, I own nothing apart from the storyline. Sucks right?
(Home, Michael Buble)
Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
My alarm cracked through the vivid colours of my dreams. It pounded through my head and my eyes snapped open. I stared up at the blank ceiling of my bedroom. It was Sunday morning and I had been in Forks for two days now, yet, I had to leave. I was beginning a boarding school in New York, a month into the school calendar. It was Sunday October 3rd and I was heading to the airport in several hours. I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be bad. I knew I'd be centre of attention and being the klutz of the family, this wasn't good for me. I sighed and shut the alarm off, rolling onto my side and tearing off the duvet, exposing my cold body. I sat upright and yawned, looking around the room. My walls were painted a light, mossy green colour that I still didn't feel used to. Charlie, Renee and I moved here only two days ago after Charlie landed a new job. Half of our belongings were still on the way. Saturday morning we went straight to the local furniture store. Mum wanted 'a fresh beginning', so we only packed our favourite items. We spent a lot in the store but Renee did manage to make it look good, even if it still felt empty. It just wasn't home... yet. However, since I was leaving today, it didn't worry me as much as it should.
I walked, or staggered, down the hallway to the bathroom and walked to the full length mirror tucked away in the corner and looked into it. The girl staring back was normal. I saw her every morning apart from the change in pyjamas. Her face looked tired, obviously still waking up. Her plain brown eyes lacked any spark or interest. Her brown hair pulled into a messy bun seemed bland and lifeless. Her lips were the only redeeming quality; they looked plump and a rosy pink that contrasted to my pale, translucent skin.
I sighed pulling the band out and letting it hang free around my shoulders. I brushed it out quickly and began thinking of what to wear while scrubbing away at my teeth. I don't think a grey vest top and long, pale candy pink and light green stripey bottoms would be appropriate. I spat, rinsed and quickly showered. I put a slight bit of mascara on and went back to my room, getting a waft of the bacon my mum was cooking downstairs. I grabbed a pair of lightwash skinny jeans, a white vest top and a plain cardigan. I pulled my converses from under my bed and a vintage styled floral backpack. I emerged from my bedroom, bringing my suitcase out with me and shutting the door behind me. I blocked out the sad feeling beginning to take over. I may as well just face what was coming.
I knew my mum too well. She always made bacon when there was a tough day ahead. She did it before my GCSE's earlier this year, when my grandfather died and the day I found out we were moving from my favourite place in the entire world. Our home before had been in Kensington, a short journey from central London, where my dad was head of police and my mother an actress turned interior designer. We'd moved here because Charlie got a job as chief of police and mum decided she wanted to open a store, helping people redesign their homes. She would start to set up while I was at school, painting and bringing in yet more furniture. She'd found a woman to run it with, it was also their first meeting together. She was a happy person so naturally she was ecstatic. Charlie was also beginning work today. He was not showing any signs of excitement. He looked pretty cool about the whole situation. My parents were polar opposites and yet they were still very much in love. I dropped my bag by the foot of the stairs and along down the cream walls covered in my photography of London and let my feet drag along down the soft white carpet. I walked through the doorway and turned to find Renee at the stove putting bacon onto a slice of buttered bread. Charlie was on the other side of the kitchen with bacon and fried eggs reading todays newspaper. Renee turned slightly while putting the last piece of bacon on the bread.
"Morning Bells," My dad said, looking up, smiling gently from his paper briefly.
"Morning honey," She smiled at me, putting her arm around my shoulders and kissed my head as I grabbed the bottle of ketchup from the work surface and placed it on the table. "How did you sleep?"
"Better than last night," I said, pouring myself a glass of orange juice and taking it over. "Have you eaten?"
"Of course, I had some before you two got earlier!" She said, touching my nose as she grabbed her bag from outside the room. As I sat at the table, she came in and kissed Charlie's forehead.
"I have to go, I'll be back in 2 hours to take you to the airport," He said, getting up.
"Thanks dad, be careful," I called, I always worried about him. He said a quick goodbye to Renee, kissing her cheek and went into the hallway.
"Always am, love you," and then the door shut. I ate the remains of my breakfast and washed the plate up. I grabbed the glass my orange juice was in a quickly gulped it all down, proceeding to wash that up too. I made sure everything in the kitchen was switched off and safe before I left the room, closing the door gently behind me.
Mum and I spent the two hours talking and watching our favourite film, Sweeney Todd. Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter, Alan Rickman and Jamie Campbell Bower were among my favourite actors. This was the film me and Renee watched whenever we could. We were on the sofa under a big blanket watching the credits roll when we heard the cruiser in the driveway. I sighed aloud and saw my mothers eyes filling with tears. The front door opened and one spilt over making my eyes fill too.
"Don't worry Mum, I'll see you at the end of this month," I comforted her, getting up as Charlie came in, looking sad also.
""I know. Its just hard to see you go," She grabbed me into a fierce hug.
"I love you Mum. I'll call you later."
"I love you so much Bells. You will. Or else." My shoulder was slightly damp as she pulled away. I tried more than anything not to let my tears spill over. I kissed her cheek and walked to the cruiser in the driveway. Charlie was loading my suitcase as I got into the front seat with my hand luggage. I waved at her as we pulled away from the house, she waved sadly back. It broke my heart to see her like this, but I knew she'd be fine by tomorrow.
When we arrived at the airport, it was raining heavily. I got out and took my suitcase from the boot of the car and shut it quickly. Turning to see Charlie looking at me sadly. We hugged quickly.
"I love you so much Dad."
"I love you Bells, let me know how you get on. Safe flight."
That was it, me and Charlie both loved and knew eachother well enough to not be too emotional, we both got slightly uncomfortable and emotional at the same time which ultimately became an awkward situation. I watching him drive off sadly and held back the tears threatening to spill over. I took my case and walked into the thriving airport. As I entered, I stopped as a few tears ran over my cheeks. I wiped them away and got my pocket mirror out quickly. I ran my hand through my hair, getting a small waft of my strawberry shampoo, trying to give it some volume. It stayed limp so I just gave up on it. I ran my tongue across my teeth double checking I had nothing stuck in them and pursed my lips. I wiped the slight black smudge from under my eyes and walked over to baggage.
I walked out of the airport after the short flight and hailed a taxi to my new school. I requested the address and climbed in. I called Renee and Charlie, telling them I had arrived safely and I was in my way to the school now. After our goodbyes and my promise to call them later, I plugged my earphones into my ears and settled for the drive that would possibly be longer than the flight. I decided to start with 'Sing' by My Chemical Romance. Then, I moved onto L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. by Noah and the Whale. The title of the song almost described how I was feeling.
Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips,
She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips,
She's got deep brown eyes,
That've seen it all.
Working at a night club,
That was called The Avenue,
The bar men used to call her, "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes" She went down on almost anyone.
From the hard time living,
'til the Chelsea days,
From when her hair was sweet blonde,
'til the day it turned grey
She said :
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money and sense, my friend,
You've got heart and you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O. you don't have now will come back again,
You've got heart and you go in your own way
Some people wear their history,
Like a map on their face,
And Joey was an artist,
Just living out of case.
But his best word was his letters home,
His standard works of fiction about imaginary success,
The chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends,
But to a writer, the truth is no big deal.
From the hard time living,
To the sleepless nights,
And the black and blue body,
From the weekend fights
He'd say
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money and sense, my friend,
You've got heart and you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now will come back again,
You've got heart and you go in your own way
On my last night on earth,
I won't look to the sky,
Just breathe in the air,
And blink in the light.
On my last night on earth,
I'll pay a high price,
To have no regrets, and be done with my life
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
You've got more than money and sense my friend,
You've got heart and you go in your own way
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
What you don't have now will come back again,
You've got heart and you go in your own way
I inwardly groaned to myself and paid the driver when the car grounded to a halt. He helped my take my suitcase from the boot and drove off, leaving me outside huge iron gates. I sighed and opened them, walking into my home for the next two years of my life.
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~Elle xx
