A/N: Okay... I pulled an Uh-Oh. I accidentally sent out a preview of chapter nine when I meant to send out chapter eight... Sorry. No one understands who Ella is at the moment and this chapter will explain. Ella was a blondie! GASP... ETH! (Don't ask.)
OoOh! Random topic! An author came to our school today! It was the author of Oh. My. Gods., Goddess bootcamp... and that mermaid one..? tera lynn childs is cool :D
I am not editing this one either. Too bad. I went to the dentist and my mouth hurts (that's my excuse.)
Okay so the playlist of the day includes:
Barracuda – Heart
My Name is – Eminem
This River is Wild – The Killers
Hey Isabella – I'm Really White Yo (On Youtube :D haaa youtuba! Dont ask)
Jenny Was a friend of mine – The Killers
Strange Things Happen To The Best of People
Chapter 8
Ella Could Be a Friend of Mine...
When
I got home Ésme was enraged because I didn't come home on
time.
'Edward Anthony Masen Cullen! Do you have any idea what time
it is!?!'
'Yes... It is six thirty.' I said glancing at my
watch.
'Six thirty!' She bellowed and started pacing. 'What are we
going to do with you! I told you to arrive home on time so you could
have your homework done in time for us go eat with Marie from next
door!' Marie was the really old lady who had issues with most people
-as told by Alice- but seemed to love my aunt and uncle. 'She invited
us over for dinner! We are supposed to be there now!'
'But Ésme!
I was helping a friend!'
'Oh really? How?' She said raging
As
fast as I could I explained what happened with Bella to her. She
softened.
'Oh Edward, I didn't know you fell in love! When did
this happen? We have only been here a week and a half!'
'I-I'm not
in love with her! Why does everyone keep saying that?'
'Sweetie,
you are.' She sighed at my expression and revised her answer a bit.
'you must really like her a lot. A lot-a lot. Because friends don't
sit that long and wait, they would leave eventually.' She sighed
again. 'Come on we are late enough as is. Carlisle! Alice!' She
called up the stairs. "Come on let's get going."
***
Let's
just say dinner with Marie is interesting. She cooks the grossest
food and keeps mentioning how I should go out with her granddaughter
and Alice should befriend her. After she says that she always looks
down awkwardly, as if she's hiding something.
'I have a confession
to make,' she coughed over prune, chocolate and carrot pie (don't ask
me how I could even tell what it was).
'Yes?' Ésme answered as
sweetly, obviously grimacing over the disgusting pie, taking another
bite and swallowing painfully.
'Well....' She pushed her food
around on her plate. 'Edward here, this strapping young lad, indeed
he would love my granddaughter... But he can't. Nor can Alice
befriend her' She said.
Alice perked up at her name after spacing
off mid-conversation, startling me a bit. I forgot she was there.
If
I was being completely honest with myself, I didn't belong to Ésme
and Carlisle, nor did Alice. Her parents died when she was little and
was soon adopted by the young newlyweds. I moved here by myself
because my social worker finally found relatives of mine and, after
bouncing from foster home to foster home, I came to the capital of
Alaska after moving around the country 10 or 15 times in the past few
years and from there to here...
It just bugged me how Marie said I
couldn't see her granddaughter, even as a friend, but it made Alice
steam. She liked being social
'Why not?' She hissed, angry.
Ésme
kicked her from under the table.
'Why not?' She repeated, this
time nice and upbeat.
'You would have to visit her with me. Then
you would see why.' She said spacing out. 'Shall we move to the
parlor?' She smiled and said after a few minutes.
We moved to the
parlor upon her request and sat upon stuffy sofas that were older
than my own grandmother and dusty as the desert.
'Would anyone
like to see a picture of her?' She asked opening a droor, pulling out
a dusty scrapbook. "I do not have any new pictures of her, but
we can look at her baby pictures!" I am sure the girl wouldn't
like that but I was curious to see what she looked like.
'Come
here, dearies' she said patting two dusty seats next to her. Alice
and I slid next to her, curious.
'She was a very adventurous
child. Imaginative, smart, kind, and loving. She wanted to help
people when she grew up!' She opened the album to a child in an old
picture from the eighties, giggling and laughing her hearts content.
The girl was obviously one or two and had curly long dirty blonde
hair and bright hazel brown eyes with a heart warming smile. The old
woman stroked the photograph.
'She was a blond to start-she got it
from me you know' she flipped the page and the girl was older and her
hair darkened slightly and straight a bit, her eyes more brown than
hazel. 'But she went dark rather quickly, only until she was six and
a half she was blond.' She said, showing several more photos of the
girl.
'At seven her... Mother and I had a... spat and she cut me
off from her, never sending a picture my way. Noo, apparently she
thought I was needing medications!' She huffed and then said to
herself 'If he only divorced the bat...' Then more out loud 'We never
settled the argument.' She stated like it was matter-of-fact.
'Oh
how I would love to find more pictures of her! Their house is
somewhere out in the woods; 400 acres, that they own, is a lot of
ground to cover in a search. I don't even bother trying. They had no
driveway, just a garage at part where the property meets the road for
their cars. They mainly ate out, groceries were a pain. I had been to
their house once or twice but they never needed a trail, they just
went. Eccentric people, I'm surprised that I had even met my son, let
alone raised him!'
'But why don't you guys settle things now?
Things would be all good then and then we could go and....' Alice
trailing off like she was three.
'Because,' Marie turned towards
her slowly and simply saying as if it was the sky was blue, 'Ella's
parents are dead.'
I know, What on earth are you doing, Spot?? well, I am setting up more drama. Ella MUHAHA is a mysterious new character that you hate me for but will love for me in the end because I know who Ella is and Mell-Bell-97 knows who Ella is. (Mell-Bell-97 is my sister and has read up to chapter 13 [the spot where I haven't written anymore] because she gives me feedback!)
Mell-Bell-97 really likes my story, she had me give her more that I had written late last night :D
