It all started when I was 5. That's when my mother decided to enter me into a beauty pageant. She spray tanned me, and gave me make up. She taught me fashion, she taught me how to do a good interview.
She asked me what my talent was and I immediately said singing. She disagreed and said that my talent was dancing.
My first beauty pageant, went terrible. When I danced, I tripped, knocked over the podium, the tiaras and the money flew everywhere.
Needless to say my mother was very embarrassed. So embarrassed that she moved us away from Riverside and to the sunny state of Arizona.
She eventually heard me sing Amazing Grace, and decided the singing Amazing Grace would be my trademark.
It was always, 'I know that I'm going to win, because I sing real good' that was what my mother told me. When I turned 16, and the cameras turned to me I spoke my mind.
"Do I think that I deserve this award? No. Of course not. I'm fake. I have been since I was 5. Originally, I'm pale. My hair is regularly brown, and my eyes aren't that dark. I never wanted to be a pageant primped out princess, my mother did. She has been the puppet master, and I am the puppet." After that my mother yanked me out of the whole pageant business, she was afraid that I would burst out again.
Then my mother found another thing. Trying to make my singing life take off.
"I don't want to do this!" I screamed. My mom had decided that we would be moving to some place in Washington.
"Isabella! This is the one way I have to make money!" My mom shouted back.
"Ugh!" I stomped upstairs and flicked my computer on. I went straight to a chat room
JustMe: My mom's reputation is everything. She lives through me and if I mess up, we move to plant a new rep. What's with that? I can not live up to these stressful expectations! I sent that and got 2 replys' fast.
Shopprincess: Can I get an amen!
Copperhead: Amen! Sorry for ur stressful mother. I have a stressful father, and sister. I have no mom. She left when I was 4 :(
JustMe: Sorry Copperhead. My dad died. :(
Copperhead: Lets drown in each other's misery?
JustMe: Tempting. Very tempting. How about this? A/S/L?
Copperhead: 17/M/Washington. A/S/L?
JustMe: 17/F/Arizona, but soon 2 b Washington.
Copperhead: Cool. Maybe we'll c each other. Subject change!
JustMe: Ok…what r ur favorite books?
Copperhead: Hm, Never To Big by Eleazar Denali, Wuthering Heights, but I doubt that u ever heard of those.
JustMe: R u kidding?! Put Romeo and Juliet, and Pride and Prejudice in there and u got all my favorites.
Copperhead: Well I'm impressed. U should meet my family friend, her favorite book would be Green Eggs And Ham. Then there is my sister, and my god sister, their favorite book is the Confessions of a Shopaholic.
I burst out laughing. This guy is pretty cool.
Copperhead: So what's your name??
JustMe: Ha. No way. How do I know that u aren't some crazed psycho??
Copperhead: Than why would u give ur age and location??
JustMe: …Touché CH, Touché.
Copperhead: Hey I gtg, my sister is telling me that it's dinnertime.
JustMe: Is it okay if I add u to my private chat list??
Copperhead: Sure. Can I add u 2 mine??
JustMe: Yep!
I pressed add, and it sent him a notification. Almost immediately I got a notification back. He accepted my add and wanted me to do the same. I did.
"Bella!" My mother called.
"One minute!" I called.
JustMe: Gtg 2. Mom calling.
"Bella!" My mom's voice turned whiny.
"Hold on!" I called frustrated.
Copperhead: When will u b on again??
JustMe: I won't b on until a week from now.
Copperhead: Dang. C u in a week?
"ISABELLA!" My mom's irritating voice broke through my bubble of peace and happiness.
"One minute mother!" I screamed.
JustMe: Definitely. Gtg, Live Through Me Mom is cackling.
I shut the computer off and stomped downstairs.
"You rang?" I asked.
"Take these boxes and go pack up your stuff." She shoved cardboard into my hands.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs. I wrote in big black letters on one of the boxes: BELLA'S JUNK. I put all my trophies, sashes, and crowns in the box. The next box I put my favorite books in it, and my journals.
"Bella?" My mom knocked on my door and came in. "I know that you really don't want to move, because you don't want to leave your friends, but you can always make new one's, right?" My mom pushed my hair out of my face.
"But I like my old friends." I whined. "If we move, I'm not making any new ones." I persisted.
"I thought you would say that. Since you would be so lonely…" She grinned and opened the door. That's when it came in.
I squealed in delight.
A small russet brown Labrador Retriever puppy came pawing in, and jumped to my lap.
"AW! Mommy! He's adorable!" I cooed. I kissed his forehead and he licked me. "EW!"
"Can you please think about moving?" She begged.
"Was this a bribe?" I looked at her suspiciously.
"Is it working?" She smiled.
"Definitely." I chuckled, and he licked my face again.
"Well, I have to go get a few things. Love you." She smiled and kissed my head.
I decided to take a nap when the puppy jumped and laid next to me. I smiled and closed my eyes.
In my dream I was standing in the middle of the street and police cars were whistling past me, their sirens blaring. There was huge commotion going on and I tried to run towards it, but some invisible force was holding me back. Then, dogs' started to bark. I busted out of the dream sitting up. My puppy was barking loudly.
"Pup! Cut the noise!" I stretched. I looked around my room and everything was dark. My mom had left two hours ago, so it was now 7:30. I went downstairs to see someone at my door. I went over and opened it. The person was a police officer and he was looking at me gravely.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you Isabella Swan?" He asked.
"Yes." I nodded slowly.
"Isabella, I'm-I'm sorry. Your mother, she was hit my a drunk driver on the way home. Her car had rolled over twice and stopped upside down." He said slowly.
"W-what are you saying?" Tears pricked in my eyes. I knew exactly what he was saying.
"Ms. Swan. Your mother didn't survive the crash. She's gone." He said slowly.
"No! No, no, no! This can't be happening!" I dropped to my knees and began to sob. I hear my puppy trot downstairs and put his head in my lap.
When I finally calmed down the officer took me to the couch.
"Is there anyone that can take care of you, or that needs to know about your mother." He asked. Tears continued to flow, and I shook my head.
"No. We only have each-" I cut off remembering something. "Yes. Yes there is. It's my god mother. Esme Platt. Esme Anne Platt." I said.
"Okay come on kid. We're going to take you to her house." He helped me up and I grabbed pup. It wasn't his official name, but it'll do for now.
When we arrived at Esme's house the police man put his hand on my shoulder and guided me up to the front door.
"Hello? Bella! What are you doing here?" Esme looked the same as ever. Caramel hair, creamy skin, warm, concerned brown eyes.
"Are you Esme Platt?" The officer asked and Esme nodded.
"Bella what's going on?" Esme demanded.
"Esme. Mom's dead!" I started to sob and I fell to my knees on the patio.
"Oh no! No, no, no, no! She promised! She promised that she wouldn't go until-" Esme cut off with a sob. She wrapped her arms around me, and we cried together. Pup got out of the car and trotted over to me. He put his head on my lap and whimpered softly. Despite the fact that I was wrapped in Esme's arms and Pup, I felt as alone as ever.
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