Wow! I really thought I wouldn't get any reviews. But, as promised, here's chapter 2 cuz I got at least 2 reviews. Well, I actually got 14 reviews. Ha, I was so surprised. I personally think I'm a sucky writer, but I guess some of you don't. And for misunderstood101, I don't think Emmett will be a wuss, he's mostly just immature and like a little kid like in the books, but maybe a little bit more immature. Oh, and to answer one person's question, yes, it is an all human story. I just made their eyes like that cuz I thought that SOME of them should have their eyes that color. The others that I haven't mention yet don't. And to say something I didn't mention before, Jacky is actually one of my best friends. And to Jacky, my story couldn't kick the crap out of an overfilled manure truck, lol. I finished writing the first chapter last night (it took me about three hours. It won't take me very long to update cuz it's summer vacation, so YAAAY!) and had to wait til today to publish it cuz I had to ask her if it was okay to use her name. She said I could (obviously, lol), and now she is Bella's nice, former stepmom. Oh, and I was wondering if I should do different POV's. Idk if I should, so I'll rely on you guys to tell me. That was hecka long, so now: ON WITH THE STORY! lol….
A New Family, New Friends, and a New…Love?
Chapter 2: Settling In
Bella's POV
Maybe Forks won't be so bad, I thought.
Emmett helped me unload my stuff from the trunk. The moving vans were mostly Jacky's, except one almost empty one. That was mine. The only things in there were my bean bag chair, my mini fridge, and my T.V. Those were three things that I would NOT let go of.
My chair was red, with random colored polka dots all over it. The T.V. was a Mitsubishi WD-73737 73" DLPHDTV. It was huge and I loved it. Whenever I moved I'd always take it with me, along with the bean bag chair.
After I'd gotten my bags out of the trunk Emmett picked all but one up, which made me feel like he thinks I can't lift anything. I grabbed a couple from him and said. "I will take that, thank you." He just laughed.
"Whatever shorty."
Oh no he didn't. He must have seen I was mad, because he was trying to backtrack.
"I didn't mean it like that. Really, you're not that short. I-I was just kidding," he rambled while backing away toward the house. Wow, was he stuttering? Hmm, let's make him sweat it out a little, I thought.
"Really? Then what did you mean by that?" I ask while taking a few steps towards him. His eyes went wide. I smiled internally.
"Uhh, I didn't mean anything by that, I was just uhh, acknowledging your height, or lack there of?" Haha, the way his voice turned high pitched made it sound like a question.
"I was just joking Em. Now come on, I'll race you to my room!" I turned and ran inside. I risked a quick look back and see Emmett just standing there with a confused look. I laughed and ran upstairs. I didn't know which one was my room, so I just looked for one that was kind of empty, seeing as how I haven't put my stuff in there yet.
I opened the first door on my left in the hallway, and just find a storage closet. Ha, I hope that's not my room, I thought. I chuckled a little at my lame joke. I walk over to the next room, which was on my right.
The door was slightly ajar, so I peeked in, and saw a pigsty. There were clothes all over the room. On the bed, on the floor, on the desk and lamps, but strangely, there weren't that many in the closet. I looked around a little more, and saw a couple of posters with really pretty women in bikinis.
"Ew," I mumbled, closing the door.
"Ew?" a voice booms from behind me. I jumped.
"Emmett! Stop doing that!" I scolded him while I swatted his arm.
"Haha, stop doing what?" he laughed.
"Scaring me!" I said. As if he didn't really know.
"Okay, okay," he grumbled. "That was my room." He lead me to the next door on the left. "Bathroom," he pointed out.
Then to the next one on the right. "This is Mom and Dad's room." He opened the door and motioned for me to look inside.
It was a very neat room, with a king sized bed and nightstands on each side of it. It was against the right side of the room, and on the left there was a T.V. and the entrance to a large bathroom. It had a couple of windows on the far side which overlooked the driveway,
"Wow, nice room," I commented.
"Well I still think mine's better," he sniffed. I laughed and walked to the last door.
"So I'm guessing this is my room," I said, pointing to the door.
"How'd you know?" he asked sarcastically. I laughed again. He's just so funny, it's hard not to laugh at everything he says or does. I opened up the door and stopped dead.
The room was huge. It was painted a dark blue on three out of the four walls. It had a queen sized bed against the wall in the corner to the left of the door. Above my bed was my name, spray painted professionally in white and blue bubble letters with a green army colored camouflage background. It was beautiful and looked really professional. There was a sliding door against the far wall that opened up to a balcony that was right next to a tree house. The branches were close enough to the balcony that I could easily climb them to get to the tree house, or I could use them to sneak out. Nice.
The right wall was bare except for a window to the left. I'll just assume that open space is for my T.V. There was a door which led off to my bathroom to the right of my bed, and next to that there was another door which led to my walk in closet. On the far wall to the left of the balcony were a couple of steps that led up to a higher section of floor where there was a see through door to the left of those that was labeledPantry. OMG I have my own food court! Well, sorta…
All this time that I had taken to look over my room, Emmett had been just staring at me, waiting for my reaction. I'm not one to disappoint (usually), so I screamed. I don't think he expected that though, so he screamed too while dropping my things.
"What?! What's the matter? OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE A BUG?! AHH, I HATE BUGS!" he yelled while jumping on my bed to get to higher ground. By now, I was doubled over on the floor laughing so hard that I was crying.
"Oh my-ha-Emmett-haha-! You're-hehe-afraid of BUGS?! HAHAHA!" I managed to gasp out between my laughter. I looked up when he didn't say anything to find him pouting on my bed. Aww, did I hurt his feelings?
"Emmett?"
Nothing.
"Aww, c'mon Emmett. I was just kidding. I love the room. Emmett?" I was next to him now, pleading with him to forgive me.
"Emmett, I'm sorry. C'mon, let me see that smile. Just one little smile. Please?" I'm using my puppy dog eyes on him. He finally looked at me and broke into a huge smile.
"You really like it?" he asked.
"Of course I like it! How could I not?" I retorted. Impossibly, Emmett's Cheshire cat grin got even wider.
"What about the spray paint part?" he looked like a kid that's waiting to see if his parents will let him keep the puppy he found.
"Especially the spray paint part! Did you get professionals to do it?" he just laughed.
"Nope," he said, popping the P. "I did it. I've been practicing graffiti since I was little and bought a bottle of spray paint to paint with."
"Wow, it looks so great! Wait, why did you buy a bottle of spray paint to paint with and not normal paint?" I asked, curious. He looked a little sheepish.
"Well, I thought it was in a can to make it easier, and normal paint made my hair sticky, and…yeah," he kind of trailed off at the end there. I looked at him with a mixture of love and amusement.
"What? What is it? Why do you keep staring at me like that? Do I have something in my teeth?" he jumped off my bed and ran into my bathroom. I shook my head and followed him. He was up right in front of the medicine chest's mirror checking his teeth. He was trying to look at his teeth but he kept fogging up the mirror and getting frustrated.
"No Emmett, you don't have anything stuck in your teeth," I told him.
"Then why…never mind. Sheesh Bella, you're weird," he said.
"Okay wait. I'm weird?! I'M weird?! Jeez Emmett, you're a huge body builder that's afraid of bugs! Haha, if anyone is out of the ordinary here it's you!" I exclaimed, laughing. He mock gasped.
"MOMMY! BELLA JUST CALLED ME WEIRD!" he yelled while running down the stairs. Sigh. Emmett's just…wow.
I walked down the stairs to get my stuff from the van to find Emmett and Carlisle, oops, I mean dad –it's gonna take a while to get used to that- carrying in my T.V. and two movers carrying in my bean bag chair and mini fridge, one carrying each. I figured that they could just put those in my room and I'll just unpack later, probably tomorrow. I walked into the kitchen to see Esme making dinner.
"Hey Es-mom, need help with dinner?" I ask. I haven't cooked in a while and didn't want to lose my touch.
"Sure sweetie. We're having teriyaki steak and mashed potatoes. You can start peeling the potatoes," she instructed.
"No problamo," I said. I grabbed the bag of potatoes and the peeler and started peeling. After I was done I cooked them and set the table. Once they were done and the steaks were too, we ate dinner.
Emmett was hilarious! He tried to start eating potatoes but he brought his fork up too fast and ended up spilling it all over his shirt.
"Aww man!" he complained. He sat staring at his shirt for a second until he looked up at Carlisle.
"Don't even think about it Emmett," he warned. Think about what?
"Sigh," -did Emmett just say sigh? "Do you want me to let it go to waste? Uh-uh. Don't think so." Then he started to LICK it off of his shirt!
"Eww Emmett! That's so gross!" I exclaim, disgusted, but it was still pretty funny.
"Hey, like I said, I don't waste," he said, unrepentant. We all laughed at him.
After dinner was over, I said goodnight to everybody and went upstairs to my room. They had put my T.V. in the open space on the right wall like I'd predicted-go psychic me!-, my mini fridge in the pantry, and my bean bag chair in front of the T.V.
I washed my face and changed into my Victoria's Secret silk pajamas that Jacky had gotten me a couple of years ago, climbed into bed, and thought over my day.
I had moved into my new house, with my new family…and I love it here. I missed Jacky and my friends, but my new family is just as great. Of course, I'd never stop missing Renée and Charlie though. Just as I thought that I fell asleep, hoping I wouldn't dream about that night. But of course, I did.
Flashback
My parent's and an eight year old me were in our car driving home from eating out at Round Table. (A/N: Round Table is a pizza place in the U.S. that's serves great pizza but it's kinda expensive. Idk if there are Round Tables outside the states, but yeah, for those of you that didn't know what it was, now you do.) We were blasting the radio listening to American Pie by Dan McLean (A/N: Great song. Look it up. Sorry, on with the story.), singing along, and having a great time. It was raining fairly hard. We were driving past the intersection that was a few blocks from my home when my dad ran a stop light.
"Ooooh! Daddy ran a stop light!" I chorused. "Now you have to arrest yourself!" We all laughed loudly.
They both turned around to look at me. "Well maybe I'm gonna have to arrest YOU because you're just SOOO cute." I stuck my tongue out at them and looked out the front windshield. We were about to take a blind turn and my parents were still laughing and looking at me.
"Daddy! Watch ou-," but I didn't get to finish my sentence because we drove straight into a tree. My head slammed into my window and the last thing I heard was both of my parents screaming.
I woke up sometime later. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know when I was. I opened up my eyes to see a hospital room with bright pink walls and little ducks painted on the walls to make it look happy. Nothing could make me happy then until I knew if my parents were okay. There was a man sitting in a chair to my right in a police officer's uniform that looked to be sleeping.
"Sgt. Jamie?" I ask weakly. Sgt. Jamie is one of my dad's best friends. He'd know what happened. He sat bolt upright when he heard my voice and opened his eyes. They were tearstained and puffy.
"Bella," he croaked. He cleared his throat. "Bella-" I cut him off.
"Where are they Jamie? Are they okay? WHERE ARE MY PARENTS?!" I was in hysterics now. But I NEEDED to know.
"Bella, I'm sorry, but-"
This could not be happening. This could not be happening. This could NOT be happening.
"No," I whispered.
"Your parents…" he paused. "Your parents…are dead." I gasped. "I'm sorry Bella. They did all they could, but they couldn't save them."
"No." I whispered brokenly. The same few thoughts went through my head.
I am Isabella Marie Swan. I am eight years old. And my parents are dead.
End Flashback
I woke up with a sheen of sweat covering my body. It's okay, it's okay. It was just a memory, and it's over. I lived through it once, a memory wasn't going to kill me, I thought. It didn't help.
It was only five minutes before my alarm went off, so I was just going to get up early.
First day at Forks High. Great, I thought. Well, at least I'll meet some new people. And Emmett will be there too. It'll be okay.
I got up to take a shower.
I hope.
WOOOO!!! Second chapter up, and it's 5 pages! And both in one day! (Well, I finished it in one day but something was wrong with the site so I couldn't post it for a bit.) Wooo! Was that a bit too sad? Idk, but I think it was kinda good. And at the end there when it's in italics and it says I hopeit's like continuing from It'll be okay. So it's like, It'll be okay. I hope. Yay! So she's hopefully gonna meet the gang in the next chapter. I haven't decided yet though. Ooooh, what's gonna happen? Lol, I'm gonna try to update every day or every other day if people start liking it. I got 15 reviews in one day, so if you keep that up, I'll be updating one or two chapters a day. Yay! =D
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