A/N here tear it apart criticism is always welcome
Some people get rid of wives like they do a bad hand in poker. Throwing them
down on the table and trying again. Some wait to the exact right moment to
get the exact right person. However, some are in between and look for a person who
make them happy but don't even consider their children and how it will
affect their lives. Charlie qualifies for an in-betweenie he married Kathryn
but didn't bother with what poor Bella thought. Guess what she thought.
Kathryn was a person who definitely did not deserve her father and definitely
didn't replace her mother, no matter what Kathryn thought.
This is how it all began, Charlie, Renée and I were one happy family until
my mom thought that no matter what she did, whether it was open the curtains
or paint all of the kitchen cabinets a neon shade of yellow she could never
bring enough sunlight into our small house by the edge of the forest, and that
is why my hair-brained mother left us to move to Arizona and I got stuck with
Kathryn.
Today is the day I get stuck with Kathryn, for a very long time.
Permanently. The wedding between Fork's own chief of police and the
supposedly wonderful woman named Kathryn from San Francisco is taking place
today at the only church in the whole town. This is not even the end of my
long laundry list of things I hate (or how Kathryn would say, "strongly
dislike"). Number two on this list is the dress I am matched up with for
this occasion. I am again stuck with something (and occasionally the someone)
I hate. The dress is a baby pink shade with two many sequins to count in
other words cheesy. It is very, very long as if someone could park an S.U.V.
on it and it still wouldn't even be near to me. Oh, have I mentioned how
extremely klutzy I am, I the one girl in Forks who seems to slip on every
patch of ice in town has to wear a dress with a train two feet long.
I am now sitting on my bed, waiting for the time to come when I, Bella Swan
the wallflower, gets the joy of going down the aisle as a bridesmaid for the
most horrible person in the world.
"Bella, sweet-heart, come down the limo is waiting," Kathryn shouts up
the stairs in that sickly sweet voice of hers. She stomps up the stairs and
bangs on my door. "If you don't open up this door right now I'll have
to open it myself," she screams. The doorknob starts jiggling as she tries
to open the door. After a while, she finally remembers there is a key to the
lock on top of the doorjamb and reaches for it thrusts the key into the
doorknob and opens the door. Oh great, here comes the bride big fat and wide.
Kathryn falls through the door in her normal perfectness, her blonde hair
whipping in front of her face as she barges through the door. Her thin body
perfectly fitting into a set of clothes she is wearing to the chapel, where
she will change into the enormous dress that she calls a wedding dress.
"Bella go down to the limo right now or so help me God I will revoke your
privileges as my bridesmaid".
I angrily step around her and mutter, "A maid is more like it," as I
slowly, dreading every step, walk down the steps of our small house. The limo
was waiting for us at nine o'clock on the dot. Charlie, Kathryn and I all
squeeze into the small limo, with barely any room to spare. Kathryn and
Charlie then struck up a conversation on when Kathryn is moving in and where
they will move all the new furniture, we will acquire after this "perfect"
marriage.
We finally reach the door to the chapel as Kathryn and Charlie finish
talking about where they will move the antique writing table. This particular
chapel is a small one with two miniature spires on each side of the slanted
roof. The stone steps leading to the massive front doors were cracked and
crumbled. Once the happy couple got out of the car and I followed, they
started up the steps to my everlasting doom.
Someone opened the doors to the chapel, letting us in. An older woman who I
believe said her name was Celeste led Kathryn and I each to a side chamber
where we could put our dresses on. Celeste helped me into the horrifying pink
dress then stepped out to help Kathryn. I put my hair up into the simplest of
buns I could manage, and then walked out into the hallway to wait for the
exceptionally slow bride.
Kathryn finally stepped out of the room I refer to as the "dressing
room" and made her way over to me with a rustle of silk as she walked. She
handed me a bouquet made of all baby's breath, turned around, and walked
swiftly to the end of the hall where she made a sharp left turn and headed to
the back of the chapel where I could here an organ playing an opening song. I
ran over to where she was noticing to late that I had tripped over the train
of my stupid dress when someone caught me toward my plunge to earth. Darn
gravity. The hand had grabbed me by the waist and steadied me. I turned and
saw the face of my rescuer. One I know and love. It was Edward; he had
caught me right before impact with the ground. I felt a blush creep over my
cheeks as we jumped apart.
"You look beautiful in that dress," he said.
"Um… Thanks," was all I could manage.

A/N review please and I'll start working on the next chapter