Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer – the rest are mine!
I don't own Twilight- but I wish I did.
Chapter 2.
So we're driving down another road, streetlights flickering past my window, the full moon in the sky and the howling of two constipated cats next to me.
We had a smooth crossing on the plane…yeah right! I was sick everywhere because of the rough flight!- And we are relatively close to where our new house is- well according to mum we were…
So we're driving along this street when this car comes skidding round the bend and flashes its lights at us- I mean in all honesty, I did not think that cars could attract their 'mates' this way but I guess I'm wrong- and skids to a stop in front of our car.
My dad- who had cocktail sticks in his eyes to keep them open- is rather miffed about this and so beeps the horn, because he's a horny man, *wink, wink*.
Just as he makes a move to get out the car, a bullet comes crashing into our window and literally kills my dad with a single bullet! It's so awesome to watch because it's like an action film but not a film, happening live… get me?
By this point my mum is screaming,(bloody Mary) like, 'ouch' screaming. I never knew you could go down four octaves when screaming- even men go higher, not lower!
Next thing I know my mum is stomping her feet in the car and throwing a really big hissy fit? –Ok this dream is getting seriously weird.
Winston and Clive are howling like ware-wolves next to me and are making it extremely annoying.
All of a sudden, my mum collapses onto of the dashboard when a bullet goes through her and I am left alone once again, not at all happy because my ears are left permanently damaged!
Through the corner of my eye I can see a man- dressed in black once again- getting out of his car and making his way to me.
"Well, well. What do we have 'ere?" the man muffles through the black cotton on his face. He is now pointing the gun in my direction.
"Take the cats! They're not mine!" I practically yelled, pointing at the two boxes next to me. I could hear their disapproval and their attempt of convincing the man that I was so much better to take than them- those little cowards!
He chuckled but pulled the trigger to my head, once again- why was I the last to go?
..…
We unpacked everything- well most things- to their new places in our new house and were finally able to take a break and watch the TV.
"Erm, dad…"
"Humph. What now, Bella?
"You need to plug the T.V in, it won't work with you just hitting the remote."
I was rewarded with a pillow thrown at me, with the two cats pouncing on me, and my dad cursing as he went to plug in the T.V.
Honestly, my dad could be pretty dense- sometimes.
Mum was cooking- no she wasn't; she was preparing Pot Noodles for us- in the kitchen and was singing Madonna's 'Like a Virgin'?
My gosh, my life is weird.
Sometime later we were all on the sofa eating our pot noodles and were watching, 'Who's Line Is It Anyway?'
That program never fusses to make us all guffaw with laughter- in this case, spitting our noodles out, or choking on them!
I went to bed that night fully content in this new house. Tomorrow I would explore the neighbourhood and attempt making friends with locals- if that was possible, seeing as I'm not your average type of girl and come on; we now live in Forks - But I'll give it a go.
I switched the light off, and was sucked in to the darkness.
…
However even in the darkness things were different.
For example, it wasn't the usual massacre in which it always ended with my own life – resulting in me waking up. This dream was…different.
I was running through fields of wild flowers and over-grown bushes and skipping over mole holes in slow motion- making my hair elegantly move in all directions- and I was laughing and smiling and singing with the wild animals that surrounded me- I felt like Snow-bloody-White…though I didn't have seven dwarfs!
I was jumping and leaping into the air and spinning, all in slow motion to the 'Caribbean Cruz' song by Enya and all seemed pleasant until my foot landed in something warm, soft and… sludgy.
My face – in my dream – went from smiling and laughing to shock and horror in a matter of seconds as I realised that I had just stepped in shit!
Everything paused around me- all the animals halted and starred at me to do something- the music stopped and the air felt very tense all of a sudden.
I looked around into all of the animals' faces, turning around to each one and heard a disgusting wet sound as my foot twisted in the brown sludgy shit.
"Alright, games over… Which one of you menacing creatures left that here?"
I screamed to them, the anger I felt inside not fully on the surface yet.
I was about to shout some more at them but I was hit in the head by something soft, and it didn't come from my dream…
Thump…
The animals began to run…
Thump…
The scenery went…
Thump…
I was in darkness…
….
I cracked my eyes open- already blinded by the sunlight reflecting into my new room- to see two shadows at the end of my bed?
"What the-"
"Yay- She's up! Sorry about chucking the pillows at you sweetie but we needed you to get up. Now hurry up and get ready, B, we're going to meet the neighbours!" My mum all but screeched followed by the deep chuckles from my dad.
Great!
Lovely!
I just made a new decision…
.
.
.
I'm NOT a morning person!
A/N:
Ok, so maybe I posted it a lot sooner than I thought! I have most of this story ready to go so updates should be pretty quick.
I hoped you liked.
