A.N.- This is my first fan fiction so please cut me some slack, oh and read and review :) hope you like the first chapter
Disclaimer- I own none of this, all belongs to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer.
Chapter One
Light flooded into my room, it couldn't be morning already I felt like crap. I groaned as I rolled onto my side, but it was too late the bright light kept seeping through my eye-lids. I sat up slowly sighing, raking a hand through my mahogany hair.
"Bella!" My fathers gruff and cranky voice sounded throughout the room, "get up now! It's 8.20 and you have school!" One more year I told myself, just one more year and I would be out of here and off to university.
I stretched as I stood, gazing out of the window towards the bright forest that backed onto the house. The sky was clear; this always made me a little sad. No-matter how much I loved the sunlight there was always something missing when I saw it. I didn't know why but I had always felt this way. But then I had always felt like some part of me was missing. Some vital part that would make my smiles natural. I wouldn't be what you would call unhappy. But then I had never felt truly happy, little bits and pieces made me smile occasionally which kept me going.
I sauntered (well I like to think I can saunter) to the bathroom. The white polished surfaces slightly intimidating. That was the thing with this house, I did love it but it didn't look lived in thanks to my obsessive mother. I liked things to have a realistic edge to them and the house could never feel truly like a home because it didn't look lived in. I turned the tap to heat the water while I stared at myself in the mirror. My warm brown eyes had deep circles under them, only highlighted by my naturally pale skin. I sighed once more, I defiantly did not get a good nights sleep.
"Bloody dreams" I muttered as I pulled my tank top up over my head. I stepped into the warm shower feeling my muscles relax and my eye lids droop. This defiantly wasn't helping my tiredness. I turned up the cold and started slightly as the sudden rush of cold water ran down my body. I was always tired recently, never felt truly quite there and with the real world.
I walked back into my room and glanced over the clothes strewn across the floor. I shook my head as I picked my way through them, I really must clean this bloody room. Finally I found my favourite pair of skinnys and my midnight blue tank top with the silver stars across them. I tugged them on and went to look in the mirror. I was slender yes, I had always been slender but when I looked in the mirror I saw nothing special. Sighing I turned and trudged down the stairs. Nearly tripping over my bag at the bottom. My mother wasn't my biggest fan when it came to my house skills. In that respect and many others we where complete opposites, though somehow it worked and we got along well.
She smiled as I sat lightly (well again I like to think I sit lightly) onto a chair in the kitchen. "Busy day today?" she asked while she scrambled around quickly before she went into work. I was proud of my mother; she was an English lecturer at the university. It had taken her a while but she got there, and despite her age and occasional overbearing motherly acts, I felt like the adult. We had long joked that I had an old soul and her, a puppy dog one.
"Erm not really, I have a couple of frees in throughout the day and besides that I only have history" I smiled at this, history was my favourite subject I could talk about it for hours much to most of me friends' and family's distaste. I don't know why but I just loved to learn about the past, sometimes I thought I belonged there more then I did in 2026. There had always been a slight 'oldy worldy' feel to me. "And biology" I continued.
"Hmm yeah, well ok love I need to go, are you sure you're ok getting the bus?" I laughed at this; she never liked getting me started on the topic of history.
"Mum I'm fine, I've gotten it loads before, remember? You know the past oh what 6 years mean anything to you?" she glared at me as I pulled a tongue.
She gave me a quick hug and turned. I grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard as I heard the front door shut. I was sitting eating my cereal when I noticed the calendar. I mentally groaned at the date. July 9th just two days before my seventeenth birthday. I wasn't sure if I was ready to be seventeen, it was such a rubbish age, I wish I could just skip straight to eighteen and be done with it. Plus I was never a fan of my birthdays, for some reason the feeling of reaching my twenties and leaving my teen years frightened me, as if I would miss something vitally important if I did. I shook the uneasy feeling out of my head as put the bowl in the sink and made my way into the hall. Hopefully my friends would forget my birthday, I hadn't mentioned it for a long time deliberately, but Jess had one of the best memories.
I slung my bag over my shoulder as I stepped off the bus into the bright sun-light. I squinted slightly, glancing at the road before crossing. A silver Volvo sped past as I set my foot onto the ground. I cursed as I pulled myself away just in time, however this over balanced me and I fell. I looked around but no-one was there, I was sure I had just heard a soft chuckle as my butt had hit the pavement. I shook my head as I crossed the road, now not only was I going to be seventeen very soon but I was also going mad.
I lent against the wall of the school building my eyes closed taking in the warmth on my skin. I had naturally cold skin, all my friends commented whenever I touched them, but this fact only made the warmth feel all the more delightful.
"Bella!" I was knocked slightly to the side as the force of someone hit me "Bella, can you believe it we're in upper sixth! Finally I never thought we would make it! Just this year and then we're off to uni!"
I smiled down at my Scottish hyperactive friend. Her tanned skin and green eyes gleaming in the light. I ruffled her blonde hair. "Jess, you're telling me! Just one more year and we're free!" I felt a wave of joy spread over me as I said this.
We walked into school together, I laughed as she regaled me yet again of her underage drinking habits over the weekend. Though they where amusing tales I worried about her when she would wake up in the middle of fields and forests. The bell rang clearly through her chattering and I made my way to the library. The library, how I had missed it. It was my refuge in the school from all the lower years. I ran my hands along the books all stacked nicely in perfect order. I took my usual seat by one of the radiators which was thankfully turned off, it was far too warm today as it was. I placed my headphones in my ears and started tapping my foot to the soft beat. The sunlight flittered through the high windows and danced along the book cases and polished wooden floor. A feeling of drowsiness spread through me and I entered the land of dreams, my tiredness catching up with me.