(: I'm updating this story earlier than I normally would, because I got the idea fresh. Oh yah, and also, Bella, Evangeline, and Bella's house is in my profile, every piece that is mentioned in this chapter, it isn't like in the book nor in the movie. This is a different story, remember? Her car also is, I hate her goddamned truck, and she would too, in this story, at least.
I don't own, need I say more? I DON'T OWN HP, EITHER.
I hopped off my plane in Port Angeles, and hurried to my dad, I finally spotted his 6'0 frame, and ran toward him, and he gave me a one-armed hug.
"Nice to see you again, honey, how was your trip?"
"It was okay, I guess, I'd prefer it if there was a LAX here, though," I complained, and he chuckled.
"Same old Evangeline, are you? Hollywood seems to have grown on you quite a bit, Bella," I rolled my eyes, and we walked to his cruiser in silence. My father, Charlie, was Police Chief Swan to the people in Forks, Washington, I guess I'd have to get used to it, now, I never had to, seeing as my mother had escaped with me when I was barely 1 year old.
We talked a bit about the weather, but that was pretty much it for a conservation, I'd gotten the gene from him that I usually wasn't garrulous, but like he said, Hollywood had grown on me. We arrived to his house, it wasn't nearly as big as the one I had back in L.A, but it was okay, bigger than most houses in Forks, I expect, or Washington, really. I was underestimating it, it was pretty cool. Modest for my tastes, but perfect to be unidentified.
I got off of the cruiser, grabbed my bags, and walked quickly into my new house, it was pretty big in the inside, too. The living room was very pretty, I could tell Charlie had paid someone, probably a woman or a gay guy, to come and design it. I rolled my eyes and walked directly into my bedroom, it was just perfect for me. I didn't need all the luxury I had in Hollywood, so the red, white and black design was very appropriate for me. But then, I saw it, in the front white table, there was a note, I read it, and my eyes widened, looking at the contacts and wig:
Eva, darling, this is Pierre, your stylist, remember me? I'm sure you do, right? Of course you do. Now, Renée told me about you going undercover, awesome. Well, all you have to do is put on this wig, contacts, and we'll be ready! Get it? Okay, now, I've got to go, love you darling, be careful, too, don't wanna spill your secret, now do we, Bella?
I groaned, contacts? Wig? Oh god, that'll be so annoying. I threw the wig over my head, it was a straight dark brown with a few pale blond strakes on the front, I fixed it, I knew how to, I had to wear a wig for my music video of The Best Damn Thing, but it was still very, very annoying. And now, contacts, those took a while to put on. Crap, then, I'd have to wake up early to put them on, I've never been really good with hand coordination, of course, I was graceful and all that, but it irritated my eyes. After about 20 minutes, I finally got them on, I looked at the mirror, I looked so plain, oh god, and now Isabella Swan, a plain brown-eyed brunette is going to have a double life as Evangeline Night? Well, at least, if someone ever found out about it, they'd never believe it, since I was too plain to be Evangeline Night, yeah right.
After I took the wig and the contacts off, I was in the mood to write, not songs, but books, so I took out my Macbook air, waited for it to load, and started typing into Notepad.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.
I laughed, pleased with what I'd written, I have no idea where that came from, though, what was this story even about? I'd never been interested in writing, before. I turned my Mac off and drifted to sleep, without even getting dinner, it had been a really tiring day, and I had spent almost 1 hour writing that book.
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I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break!
I threw it and it smashed into a wall, I'd have to get a new iHome soon, I have absolutely no idea what I was thinking when I wrote I'm so sick, well, thinking about it, I was bored and sick, literally, so yeah.
I jumped off of bed, stretched, and went into my wardrobe to change. I sighed as I took out some of Bella's clothes, I walked into my bathroom with my clothes folded over my pale, slender arm, I threw them over the granite counter, they weren't so bad, but they were most definitely not my style, at all. I mean, they were just gray skinny jeans with a white short-sleeved shirt that said Negatory Hiatus in black letters, there was a long sleeved shirt under, so it looked better, I also put on a three-quarter to my arm gray jacket, unbuttoned, and flats with black and white squares along them, I also put on a black wrist band, and to add some color, a turquoise headband over the wig. I tried to put on the brown contacts as fast as possible, I managed to do it in 12 minutes, record!
I walked downstairs, my dad had already left, so I quickly made some eggs with ham and ate them, all in 10 minutes, I'd woken up at 6: 30, it was already seven, and I had half an hour to get to school. But I needed to get my schedule and stuff, so that left me little time.
I hurried to the garage, I knew my dad had gotten me a 2010 light blue Toyota Hybrid, I smiled as it came into view, it was so perfect, something to make my life less miserable here in Forks, at least.
I spent my drive to Forks High School listening to Kiss FM, my favorite station, but today, it seemed to me they were only playing songs by Evangeline Night- I mean, me. Wow, Forks is growing on me, now. I was singing along to Party in the U.S.A, I wrote that song last year, one of my pop songs for my 2009 album 'Positivity' I was planning on going to the office, I already had my schedule, just needed someone to guide me, but I didn't need to. I saw a pretty, pale, light-brown haired girl with brown eyes knocking on my window, I rolled it down.
"Yes?" I said politely. She stuttered as she said the next words, and I felt bad for not being friendlier, she seemed shy.
"Um, Is-Isa-Isabella?" she stuttered, looking down, taking a step back, I sighed softly and opened the door.
"Yep, that's me, and you are?" She looked up, astonished at my friendly tone, I was smiling brightly at her.
"I'm Angela, Angela Weber," she extended her small hand toward me hesitantly, I took it and shook it lightly.
"Well, Angela, um, if you don't mind me asking-" she cut me off, as if she had read my mind.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, I'm going to be your guide, today," she smiled.
"Oh, okay, then, let's go, I believe we have most of our classes together?"
"Um, well, most of them, yeah, we have the same lunch period, too, the fifth one, first, we have English, then we have Government, and then I have P.E." She looked at me questioningly.
"Oh, I have," I took out my schedule. "Er… Trig, instead of P.E, and then I have Spanish, oh, and yeah, I have lunch for fifth period, after that I have Biology, and then last period P.E," I internally groaned, I hate P.E.
"Oh, okay, well, I think Jess, a friend of mine her name is Jessica Stanley, has Trig and Spanish with you, she can guide you, she has Government with us, too, and then I'll meet you after Spanish and you can sit with us at lunch if you like," I nodded. "Okay then, and we'll see who has P.E. with you, I'm sure someone does."
"Okay, then, let's go,"
The first four periods passed slowly, there wasn't anything entertaining, I mean, I'd already studied it all, so, during my four first classes, I was writing a song. I managed to finish it.
Sometimes I get that overwhelming feeling
so sad, the faces on TV
if I tried to make a difference, would it help anyway?
But then I stop and to myself I say
So you wanna change the world
what are you waiting for?
Say you're gonna start right now
what are you waiting for?
it only takes one voice, so come on now and shout it out
give a little more, what are you waiting for?
Sometimes I feel a little helpless
seems like, well I can't do a thing
but anything is possible, just you wait and see
good things happen if you just believe
So you wanna change the world
what are you waiting for?
say you're gonna start right now
what are you waiting for?
it only takes one voice, so come on now and shout it out
give a little more, what are you waiting for?
Someday, somehow I'm gonna take that step
'cause time is ticking away
right here, right now, before it's too late
gonna face tomorrow today
Don't wait, yeah
yeah yeah yeah
So you wanna change the world
what are you waiting for?
say you're gonna start right now
what are you waiting for?
it only takes one voice, so come on now and shout it out
give a little more, what are you waiting for?
So you wanna change the world
what are you waiting for?
say you're gonna start right now
what are you waiting for?
it only takes one voice, so come on now and shout it out
give a little more, what are you waiting for?
I was holding it up to my face, but then, the way-too-bubbly Jessica got curious and stole it from me.
"What's this, Bella?" she asked me curiously.
"It's a song," I told her this slowly, as if she was mentally challenged. She seemed to be because she let it drop.
"Oh, well it's too long for me to read, I hate reading, you see, you know, I actually got in trouble because of that…" she drowned on, and I stopped listening.
Angela did catch up with us halfway to lunch, she said that Mr. Varner had made her late, I just smiled to let her know it was okay.
I got macaroni for lunch with milk and lemon cookies, Jessica looked at me like I was going mad and criticized my food endlessly, and Angela's eyes widened as she took in what I'd grabbed for lunch, but otherwise said nothing.
"Bella, I mean, honestly, do you know how many carbs that has? Also, lemon and macaroni are never a good mixture, where did you even get the idea from?" But I didn't even listen, I was in heaven. If not, the angels had come down.
There were 5 of them, they were all inhumanly beautiful, and pale, dead pale, so gorgeous, especially the bronze haired boy. As Evangeline, I'd probably gotten up and talked to them, but as Bella, I was embarrassed by the very thought of being in a ten-mile radius of them.
Two of the boys were opposites, one was big and muscular, sort of scary, body-guard looking. And the other boy was taller, skinnier, with silvery blond hair and wild features. The third one was the most godlike one, he was just beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, good-looking, remarkable, overwhelming, unbearably attractive, enchanting, alluring, charming, bewitching, mesmeric, seductive, tantalizing, winsome, dazzling, sexy, cute, adorable, lovely, luring, handsome, perfect, ideal, flawless, exquisite, and did I already mention beautiful? Well, if I didn't, he was, I mean, he was just perfect. I should probably explain how, his face was angelic, I can't even explain it right, his cheekbones were so high, so smooth-looking, so defined, his nose was straight, angular, and soft-looking, somehow. His eyes, oh, those eyes, beautiful, endless black eyes, they were so deep, and beautiful, I couldn't imagine to mirror my own on them, but still, even though most black eyes are scary, it made him look even more seductive. His lips, full, red –but not in a girlish way at all, attractive- soft-looking, but still, looking as polished as marble, as if Michelangelo himself had craved him, his body, no I'm not being a pervert I'm just explaining, was very lean, and tall, not as tall as the blond guy, but still, about, what? 6'2? Yep, I'm sure. The big guy was about 6'1, and the taller one was about 6'3, I'm not so sure, though. I'm just sure about his height. God, if I didn't know any better, I'd say I'm falling for a guy whose name I don't even know.
The two girls were opposites, as well, the blond girl was supermodel-like, you could say she had Meghan Fox's body, but a hell lot more perfect, and an unimaginable face that you couldn't even make with Photoshop, trust me, Pierre would've already tried. Her perfect blond hair flowed carefully thrown across her silver jacket, she had the pale skin all of them had, and the same impossible black eyes. Then, there was a pixie-like girl, who danced up in the same instant I thought this, and left the cafeteria, it was a quick strake of short, spiky black hair, I saw her face before, though, her features were small, but her cheekbones craved most of her face, if you hadn't already guessed, she was inhumanly beautiful and had the same black eyes all of them had, yet, somehow, not coal black, like the rest of them. I noticed that they continued to stare at nothing, at the plain green walls, it was like they didn't even notice that she had left, it was so intriguing, somehow though, deep in me I knew they were communicating between each other soundlessly, my suspicions were confirmed when they all burst out laughing musically in the same instant, but it didn't reach their eyes.
"Hey, Jess?"
"Yeah, Bella?" she seemed curious, as always.
"Who are they?" She didn't need to turn around to know who I was talking about, from my tone of voice, you could easily tell, but she still did. And then, as if she had called his name, the most beautiful, youngest perhaps, of the strange teenagers, turned to her, his eyes stayed on her for a short moment before his black eyes flickered and met my own, well, my lenses, at least. He seemed unimpressed, as if I was just an average everyday girl you could find anywhere. It made my insides flare, but I said nothing, I knew I'd do the same, judging by my current plain-Jane attire.
"Oh," she giggled. "Those are the Cullens. They are Mr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids, they moved here from Alaska, like, a few years ago. The two blondes, they're the Hales, but I think Mrs. Cullen's their aunt, they've been with her since they were eight. I don't know when each of the Cullens where adopted, but I know they were. Look, the girl who left was Alice Cullen, the blond girl's name is Rosalie Hale, her twin is Jasper Hale, he's with Alice, I know, weird, right? Anyhow, then, there's the big dark-haired guy, that's Emmett Cullen, if you hadn't already guessed he's with Rosalie, and then, Edward Cullen, he's a junior, like Alice, and he's the bronze haired boy, the one with the white shirt? Yeah, that's him, he's single, but don't waste your time, he doesn't date. I mean, I think he doesn't even have a crush on anyone, not even a celebrity crush like any other boy in this school, except for his brothers, every other boy likes, if not loves, Evangeline Night." She finished her speech, and a dark-skinned boy from the other end of the table spoke up.
"Are you talking about my wife, now?" I looked at Jessica confused, she rolled her eyes.
"Sure, Tyler, Evangeline's your wife, just like everyone else's in this school," she turned to me. "Every boy here loves Evangeline, and most girls here are fans, if they don't hate her, I mean, some are so jealous, right? Do you like Eva?" I almost laughed out loud at the idiocy in her question.
"Of course, doesn't every one? I love her songs." And I also love her clothes, and her car, and her house, and her-.
"I know, right? I love how she sings, what's your favorite song by her? Mine is Material Girl, she used it for her 2008 album, do you remember? The Fame." Oh, of course I remember, that album sold more than eight thousand copies on it's first night out. Aw, now she was flattering me, she loves how I sing? Aw, that's so nice, I mean, no one had ever told me that straight out like she had, not like she knew she had, though.
"Yeah, um, I think I like her song Calling You from her 2009 album, Positivity," I honestly loved all of my songs, but Calling You, well, I had fun writing it, I was in Disneyland with my friend Taylor Swift, I got the idea from it.
"Hey, guys, we're gonna be late for Biology, Bella, if we don't get going." Angela reminded me, I jumped up, and waved Jessica goodbye, she waved back enthusiastically. I talked to Angela in our way to Biology, it turned out she was a pretty big Eva fan too, her favorite song was The Hero In Me, it was from my 2007 album, three years ago, it was named Unidentified, that had been my first official album. I smiled at the fact that she remembered it.
I almost beamed with satisfaction as I saw that the only seat available was next to Edward Cullen, but I managed to control it, and my emotions quickly changed to terror as I saw the glare he was giving me, not like the uninterested stare he had given me at lunch, but a full-blown, hate-filled glare. I walked slowly to a kind-faced teacher whose named appeared to be Mr. Banner, he indicated me to go sit next to Edward Cullen. I gulped lightly, but otherwise did not fight.
I managed to ignore him and his tight fist all thorough biology, I mean, not because he's unbearably handsome, and gorgeous, and sexy, and incomparable –hey I hadn't thought of that one-, and lovely, and perfect and- Okay, not going back there, what I meant to say was that his looks weren't going to make me actually like him, he might be perfect on the outside, but he was pretty mean, I mean, throwing it to the new girl, how mature of him.
As soon as class was over, he leaped gracefully out of his seat, and rushed out of the door, I could've sworn he did it a millisecond before the bell actually rang but I couldn't be sure, I didn't have the perfect memory my mum seemed to have, and it's not like I was paying that much attention to him. I was trying to focus on a new song I was thinking about, it went something along the lyrics of.
Life is good I can't complain
I mean I could but no one's listening
Your image overwhelms my brain
And it feels good, good, good
But it honestly felt like a duo, I had done a few, but I had no idea who would want to do a song like this duo with me, it was a double female duo, I think. As soon as I thought that, a baby-faced boy appeared in front of me, I jumped out of my day-dream and looked at him.
"Hey, I'm Mike, you're Isabella Swan, right?" I nodded, and we talked all the way to gym, well, he talked, I really wasn't in the mood to talk, a small part of me, probably Evangeline who was used to guys always flirting with her or trying to at least, was aware that he was trying to flirt with me, but I didn't flirt back, I never did. There seemed to be only one boy I was interested in flirting with, but couldn't.
P.E. passed slowly, and after that, I half-ran to my car, I hadn't had to change for today, but I barely caught a glimpse of Edward Cullen at the office, curiosity got the better of me, and I stuck my ear next to the window, no one seemed to notice, and I heard him trying to change Biology to another class, as a reflex, I stiffened, but heard no more, I walked slowly to my Toyota, and got in, I put the heater on, and let it wash over me, letting the lyrics of my song that was playing on kiss FM, get control of me.
Off to the races
I'm going places
Might be a long shot
Not gonna waste it
This is the big break
And it's calling my name
Yeah
So far so great, get with it
At least that's how I see it
Having a dream's just the beginning
So far so great, believe it
Cant take away this feeling
Taking a ride with chance to my side
Yeah, I can't wait
So far, so great
Might need to wing it
Still gonna bring it
Not gonna sink low
I'm going swimming
Swing for the fences
Sky's not the limit today
Yeah
So far so great, get with it
At least that's how I see it
Having a dream's just the beginning
So far so great, believe it
Cant take away this feeling
Taking a ride with chance to my side
Yeah, I can't wait
So far, so great
Everyone says don't get your hopes up
Learn the ropes and climb the ladder
I know in the end that just being here is the best
And it only gets better, it only gets better
So far so great, get with it
At least that's how I see it
Having a dream's just the beginning
So far so great, believe it
Cant take away this feeling
Taking a ride with chance to my side
Yeah, I can't wait
So far, so great
I can't wait
So far so great
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