So this is my first story. Hope you like it. Who even reads these little authors notes? They're just plain boring. RANDOM PEOPLE ROCK!! Terribly sorry, just had to get that little opinion out there. Hey I'm using the word "little" a lot in this, lol!
Disclaimer: Do I own Twilight? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… no…
Chap. 1: Lucky GirlI felt like the luckiest girl alive. My boots hit the wooden ramp onto the biggest ship I'd ever seen with a thump. The wind whipped at my dress and the salty air reminded me vividly of the beach. There were tons of people climbing on board the ship and even more had come to watch it leave port. The crew was bustling around, trying to get everything set up to go.
Charlie, my dad, had been a policeman for 20 years and he had finally gotten his promotion. It turns out that he would be the chief of police all the way in America, in a small town called Forks. His old police force friends had been nice enough to all pitch in and get us tickets to the Titanic. They were too good to us.
The horn sounded for the ship to take off with a loud boom, and I stood by the railing, like all the other passengers, waving goodbye to my mom, Renée, who was crying shamelessly as she waved back to me. I would have stayed with her if she had no one to take care of her, but she had Phil, who had been her husband for a year now.
I watched the port until it was completely out of sight, then Charlie and I went down to the bottom floor to unpack our clothes into tinny, two-person room.
"Bella, the girls bathroom is around the corner to the right," said Charlie. "Remember that, okay?"
"'Kay," I said. "I'll be up on deck if you need me."
He nodded and turned back to continue unpack his socks.
I tripped three times on my way up, even though I took the elevator. I was still hopeless on land even though I'd been there for seventeen years, what hope did I have on this boat? After tripping over my own feet at least twenty times, and getting several worried glances, I finally found a bench to sit on.
Letting out a sigh, I opened one of my favorite books, Wuthering Heights. It wasn't until twenty minuets later that I noticed some people staring at me. I guess that I made a bigger fool of myself on my own two feet than I thought. A small blush made it's way to my cheeks and I quickly hide my face behind my book and a curtain of my plain, brown hair. Maybe I should have stayed in my room.
I stayed there until the sun went down and I figured it was about time for dinner. It was nice not to have to cook for once. I headed strait to the third classes separate dining saloon. As soon as I entered I knew I was more than a little late; everyone had already eaten and was in full on party mode. Since Charlie, like me, was never really a party person I just figured he had left. Taking my ham sandwich, I sat in the back corner and watched everyone laugh and dance to the lively fiddle music. I couldn't help but smile.
"Excuse me, may I have this dance?" asked a husky voice. I looked up and saw a tall man with russet colored skin and long, black hair that almost brushed his shoulders. He had a large smile that stretched across his face and looked about twenty. His hand was in front of him, open and ready to take mine.
"Um… just as a safety precaution, I don't think we should," I said with an apologetic smile.
"I won't let you fall… um." He put his hand down.
"Bella."
"I won't let you fall Bella," he said. "I'm Jacob by the way. Jacob Black."
"Nice to meet you Jacob." I shook his hand. "But I don't think Hercules himself could save me from falling."
He shrugged and said cheerfully, "See you around then," then walked back over to a group of really tall and well-muscled men. I had no doubt that we would speak again. For some reason he hit me as the persistent type.
He seemed very nice and like someone that I could get along with easily, so I felt kind of bad about not dancing with him, but not enough to go back over there and embarrass myself.
I finished my sandwich as quick as I could then tried to sneak around the party goers inconspicuously, but of course was unsuccessful due to the fact that the boat rocked so much that I tripped onto some guy named Paul, who then accidentally spilled his beer all over his shirt and got really mad and left. I thought he overreacted just a bit; perhaps he had some anger management problems or a bad day.
So I know the first chapter was a little slow, but I promise it picks up as soon as she meets Edward –which is in the very next chapter. So if you review I'll give it to you faster. I already have it written, I just want to see if people actually like it. If you do then review, if you don't then… well… you just suck. I'm used to criticism so don't be afraid to give me any. I even like it in a way.