Here it is, chapter 2. Thanks for all the reviews for the other two chapters, I love them!!! =D
Father
Bella's POV
I was getting all types of glances and stares as I ran home, some were curious, others disgusted. And I understood, I mean, when's the last time anyone saw a teenager sparkling? I couldn't help but notice people stop and try to figure out what I was, where I had come from. I could hear the low mumbling, whisperings between people across the street, some were fascinated by me, there were some people who wished I would return back to the hole I came from. Was I that revolting?
Another discovery: my hearing was enhanced too.
When I got home I ran to my bathroom to check out the damage that the… crash had caused to my face, but when I reached the available mirror I wasn't expecting to find a completely different person there. The face in the glass was beautiful, stunning, a face you would see on a runway model not on a clumsy 17 year old girl.
I raised my hand to my face, still dumbstruck from the face staring at me, and touched my face. The face in the mirror did the same.
My skin was rock hard under my touch; it wasn't soft and natural like it used to be. My eyes looked… I couldn't describe them, they weren't their regular muddy brown, not these eyes. They were a bronze color with a hint of purple in them, an eye color I've never seen before, not even in contacts.
As I was stepping away from the mirror, my hand knocked over a glass cup that was standing on the sink counter. Before I knew it, I had caught it and returned it to it's original spot.
Fast reflexes. Probably came with the speed.
But now what am I going to do? I'm 17 and still in high school, I don't have a job either. I can just imagine it, on a name tag I write: HELLO I'm Bella and I SPARKLE. Ha, that would get me a handful of jobs. NOT!
That's the main question, what will I do now? Maybe mom has some cash stored up, probably in her closet or hidden under her matrices.
I rolled my eyes, she would have put money in her bra drawer. With that, I searched the house, mom's room first. I looked into her closet, but came up empty. I went to search in her bathroom, all I found was a toothbrush and some pads, she wont need those anymore.
I rummage around the kitchen, every cabinet, and drawer, nothing. In the living room I found some pictures of me and mom. I tucked those away for later.
Where else should I investigate? I had gone through everything in the house, and then it snapped. The safe! Duh! Why hadn't I thought of it earlier? It was so obvious!
I ran to the basement and into a small closet, where it was hidden, and tried to remember the 4 digit code, but I couldn't recall any of the numbers for the death of me. I got so frustrated after about 35 minutes of trying and failing at the lock that I punched the little door and to my disbelief it came crippling down.
Discovery three: I was strong.
I started digging through all the papers in the small metal box, when I was about to take out an envelope a small faded white document fell upon my lap. To curious to just throw it to the side and forget about it, I grabbed it and carefully opened the crinkled piece of worn-out paper.
I read every line with care, as if I set it to the side the words would die away.
But the time I finished reading it my eyes were widened and my breathe was coming at irregular levels.
It was a birth certificate. My birth certificate.
Child: Isabella Marie Swan
Mother: Renee Ginger Swan
Father: Charlie Swan
Father.
So mom lied to me, all my life.
Mom had told me I didn't have a father, she said that she had lost all contacts with him when I was little. She never said that she loved him, but every time she talked about him- not very often- her eyes would had a little hint of desire in them, maybe she missed him. Or not.
And kinda think of it, I do remember always having someone around the house, a male, always taking care of me. Maybe that was him, but I never saw a picture of him after we moved.
What should I do? Should I go and try to find this "Charlie" person? Or stay here? I should probably wait here and if things turn out for the worst I'll just go and search for my "father"
What that I let out an exasperated breath and stood up, walked upstairs and into my bedroom- using my newly found speed- and hid the birth certificate in a drawer of my pine wood dresser.
Thank Heavens our house wasn't anywhere near the tornado range, if the house would have been hit and destroyed I wouldn't of really been in trouble then.
Wait, what was today? Wednesday? Friday? I couldn't remember, last time I had looked a calendar it was January 7th, think that's the date me and mom went to Wal-mart.
I took out my phone and clicked on the calendar icon, it read: January 19, Monday.
What?! I've been out cold for 12 days?! What?! I still couldn't believe it! I wonder what kids at school think, they're probably saying that I'm ditching. Then again, I'm not that popular, people might not have even noticed yet.
Tomorrow I would have to go to school, darn, but I have to get this over with, and I don't think I'll be able to get a job, in less it was as an Olympic runner… but that was highly unlikely.
I went downstairs and plopped my new body into the love seat, I still can't believe that those bozos made me a freakin' science experiment. Now my skin was hard and sparkled, I'm faster than the regular human with fast reflexes, my hearing is advanced, and my vision is 100/20 and my eyes were purple!
I hadn't noticed but when I looked at the clock it was 5:47 am. How could I stay up through the whole night and not feel the slightest tired? Oh, wait, probably ANOTHER side effect.
Damn I'm really messed up.
Well since it was time to get up anyway, I went to my room and put on some long sleeves and pants, event though it was always hot in Phoenix my skin was also freezing, I didn't want anyone to touch me and think I'm weird…weirder than I already am, that is.
I gathered my things and headed out the front door. Dreading another day of high school.
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