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'Human'
By
'The Killers'
*COLOR ID.* (Just so you don't have to go back- most emotions are easy to realize... but, still. :])
Pain: Red.
Love: White.
Hate: Black.
Content: Orange.
Embarrassment/Envy: Green.
Friendship: Pink.
Opinionated: Brown. (Sort of like stereotypical, for those who are unsure.)
Depression/loss of energy/nervousness : dark grey.
Optimistic: Blue.
Deceptive: Violet.
Overjoyed: Yellow.
Knowledgeable/ intuitive: Indigo.
Indifference: light silver, almost invisible.
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Isabella Marie Swan
Flip... add butter.. Toss. Gotcha.
The wonderful smell of pancakes wafted throughout the house. Strawberries were shredded onto them, adding flavor. Looking out the window, I watched the sun rise. I'm a morning person.. Well, that's an understatement. But, when you live everyday having to strain your eyes just trying to look at your mother (no pun intended), then it starts to be somewhat fun to be in the dark. No numbers, no auras. I can feel normal for once.
"Wha...?" a tired Charlie walks in, his aura a very dark grey. The sliver of light makes me blink, that's some of the first light I have seen today. I wasn't pleased.
"Hey... Um... I made Pancakes!" I laughed, watching Charlie inspect the food. His eyes widened and I could hear his stomach rumble. He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, but it seems you didn't inherit your mother's amazing cooking skills." he rolled his eyes sarcastically; he didn't know how true that statement was.
After we finished eating, I ventured upstairs to get ready for school; Charlie ran off to get ready for work... in other words, he was getting ready to spend a day with scrabble... I wouldn't think there's much crime in Forks.
I pulled on a black hoodie dress with an abstract design on the chest. The end hovered around my thighs, but my legs were clocked in violet yoga pants that match the design on my shirt. I'm not sure my beloved T-shirts could handle the disastrous weather in Forks.
Pulling my hair from the bun it was in, I shook it out. The strands of hair fluttered around my hips, twirling in ringlets naturally. Streaks of auburn could be seen through the dark locks if I turned my head. My hair was the thing that got me in trouble with the 'in' girls when I lived in Phoenix, they hated me because of my hair, and of course my sometimes nerdy behavior. What a trivial reason for hate, but that's how it is now and days... I hate every second of it.
"Bella!" Charlie called from downstairs. I slid on my tinted sunglasses, before yanking into my jet black converse. This may be the best I have dressed sense... I don't know when.
I lift my bag stocked full with one yoga mat, school necessities, and some tape just in case my glasses 'happen' to break. People didn't like me for some unknown reason, or one they simply made up. Out of what? I'm not some devastatingly beautiful girl! But, I am an outcast, they made that clear after school. I'm not sure my mother knows what the bruises were to this day. Yeah, what a great mother she was– is. We never clicked, it was almost like she wasn't my mother, but when I looked at my father, the relation was devastatingly obvious.. Well, I had the same petite body as my mother, and we a have the same smile... but, that's about it.
"Bella!" father called again, I could see yellow and a small hint of grey from under the door. What's he planning?
"Coming!" I roll my eyes, opening the door. I squinted my eyes from behind the shades. His whole being emanated a brilliant yellow light. Why's he so happy?
"Come on, school starts in," he checks his watch, "twenty-five minutes!" laughing, I followed him down the stairs. Once we reach the bottom, he reaches into his pocket. I can hear the sound of jingling keys... did he..? No, he couldn't have. Could he?
"What are you doing?" I question, watching his colors fade from being happy, to deceptive.
"N-nothing." he stammered, looking behind me for a fraction of a second.
"Did momma tell you I despise surprises?" I say, frowning at him.
"Ye– I mean, no... here you go." he laughed. I don't think I've ever seen a color so brilliant surrounding him. I'm so happy my mother sent me here.
An old rusty key was dropped into the palm of my hand. I gasped, propelling myself into his arms. Why my mother left this wonderful man is beyond me. He is so calm, the polar opposite of my mother.
"Thank you, dad!" I giggle happily, a sound that rarely came from me in Phoenix.
I feel him freeze around me, before he laughed a carefree laugh and pulled me closer to him.
"Honey, you need to get to school." he said, smiling brightly at me. I had to let my eyes drop slightly, but anyone could cross that off as embarrassment. Charlie's aura was bigger than ever.
"Bye." I say, running out the door. But, just as I was about to make it out the door, my toe catches on the doorframe. I'm sent flailing to the ground. I grumble something before slowly walking to out of the house.
The picture in front of me almost makes me want to run back and hug my father again. He seemed to know me too well–
A mighty beast of a truck sat on the pavement, it's red paint rusting. The front bumper looks shifted slightly, but was still holding on. It was my dream car.
After I hauled myself into the car, I started it up. The noise my car emitted caused me to jump back. The day caught up with me then. I was having to go to another school... people hated me at my last, why wouldn't they hate me here. People just seem to be repelled by me.
Pulling out of the driveway and onto the road, I noticed the speedometer only went up to sixty. That was alright with me, I never was a 'need for speed' kind of person.
Soon, I found the school. It was like any other public school, except a lot smaller. Out of instinct, I checked any darker areas. Sadly, there were a lot near the parking lot. That's never good. Anybody could easily grab me if they didn't like me, just to show me 'who's boss'. Sometimes I wonder if my mother didn't see the bruises, or if she just didn't want to. It's quite possibly the latter.
I pulled into an empty parking space, having to curve the car at an odd angle to dodge the preppy looking people. A girl's face was already twisted in disgust at my car. What a rude person.
Clearing my throat (but revving my nervousness), I stumbled out of my car. My car. I inwardly smiled at the thought.
"Who's she?" a boy's voice asked. I rolled my eyes from behind the thick glasses I was wearing.
"Who cares?" one of them laughed, but this time it was a girl's voice. Ice laced through her tone. She doesn't like me, what a surprise.
Before I could listen to any more of their conversation, I slipped on my shoulder-bag and walked to the office. What insolent people.
Entering the office, time seemed to stop. Even though there was nothing to alert the assistants of my presence, all heads snapped to me. The colors were too overwhelming, I had to close my eyes for a few seconds before I proceeded to walk up to an assistant. She looked stricken, staring up at me in shock. The numbers above her looked too soon.. How old was she? Forty-seven, forty-eight?
"Isabella Swan?" I ask, trying to look away from the bright lights of confusion and fear.. But, it seemed close to impossible.
"C-Charlie's daughter?" she asks. Waves of understanding flooded my vision, the indigo fog fluttered around us. Was my dad a big freak, too? Well, not a freak like me, but still a freak?
"Yes." I mutter, looking anywhere but at her.
"Here you go. Be careful." she might as well have told me 'watch your back, people aren't afraid to hurt you.'
"Thanks." I murmur, walking out of the Office. Just as I entered the halls, the announcements came on. People flooded the halls, looking for their locker. I lifted the yellow ticket to my face, not realizing I was in the middle of the hall before it was too late.
Someone shoves past me, my feet get caught on a ridge in the floor. I am sent flying forward. People part around me. My glasses fly from my face as I hit the ground. A deafening crunch is heard. Gasping, I watch as my glasses are pulverized..
A black stiletto steps onto my glasses (or what is left of them). A pale hand darts down and gathers the remains into her hand. I slowly stand, my eyes fixed on a tile on the ground.
"I'm sorry.. I think I broke your glasses... are you okay?" the voice asks, kinder than most people.
"I'm fine... sorry to bother you..." I mumble, pulling pieces into my hand. My beloved glasses were now broken in half.
Pulling my tape out, I looked at the girl; and what a bad idea that was–
Her whole being was surrounded the most intense indigo I have ever seen. A yelp escapes my lips as I look to the ground. How could one person be so intuitive?
"You alright?" she asks, looking at me strangely.. Like she knows something I don't know, but she can't tell me. Strange.
"Fine," I huff, "uh.. Thanks.."
I hurriedly unroll some tape, but a hand stops me before I can even cut the strip.
"Stop. Here, take mine." she smiles warmly, I have to, yet again, drop my gaze to the floor before my eyes begin hurting. Glasses by some famous designer are placed in my hand.
"No– I can't–" I try to stop her, but she was already pushing through the crowd.
"I'm Alice Cullen, by the way. See you later, Bella!"
When did I tell her to call me Bella? Oh yeah–
I didn't.
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