What just happened?!
Bella was sitting in her depressing Jacksonville room. It was painted Lillian Pullitzer green and pink. Sooo seventh grade. Renée hadn't gotten home yet so she lie on her bed, thinking. Thinking about the strange girl in the airport. Bella rifled through her purse to find the index card but her hand landed on a long shape. She pulled it out the find that it was a Blackberry Storm. This wasn't her phone! She looked at the main screen, which had a picture of Destiny and a guy in front of a penguin. Destiny made a peace sign with her fingers. Bella shivered. It looked cold in the picture. At least fifteen feet of snow and ice was visable in the picture. Where could this have been taken?
Seeing as I don't get cold, my friend Dustin and I often vacay in the Arctic.
She flipped over the phone to see if it had a name. The words: Property of Destiny Emily Collins. If you are reading this and you stole my phone, you better layer up ASAP were scrawled on the back in pink Sharpie.
And where else would I have "lost" my phone?
Bella gasped and scrolled through the contacts to find Destiny's home phone number. Bella hit "talk."
"Ello, Destiny, babe" Said a boyish voice on the other line.
Ah, Dustin.
"This isn't Destiny…I just found her phone and was calling to try and give it back." Bella responded meekly.
"Bella!" He whispered.
"Excuse me? Do I know you?"
"You will find out soon. Everything isn't normal." The boy said in a chilling voice. And the line went dead.
And Dustin was sooo right.
Bella's brow scrunched together in confusion. Of course thing weren't normal, but how did this random guy know, too?
Rosalie couldn't believe it. This was the first time she was the one who was gung-ho for breaking up her family. Well, not exactly. She just wanted to vote Edward off the island. The rest just kind of happened.
She seriously thinks everything is just a coincidence, doesn't she?
With the whole Jacob thing Edward just fell apart. Speaking of…
When what was left of the Cullen's pulled into Forks' city limits, they obviously didn't see the two shady werewolfy figures that "just happened" to be watching.
What did I just say? We need to hire a new narrator. No, I'm not the narrator. I don't report the news. I make the stories.
One wolf was sandy brown and the other was charcoal gray. Enter Seth and Leah Clearwater. With half of Seth's being, he couldn't believe he was going to kill his former allies. With the other half, he couldn't wait to begin.
"Grab your overnight bags, boys. We're going vampire hunting," Leah joked. There was a chorus of excited howls. Seth couldn't back down now. With a breach this big in the treaty, war was inevitable. Edward would have to pay. Soon. First they needed a reason to get lose leeches mad.
Seriously. When this is through everyone's getting treatment for anger management. That is, everyone who is still standing.
Edward stiffened. He had worked his way back to Seattle but couldn't calm down enough to make it back to Forks to talk this out. Now that he heard what the pack was planning on doing, the best thing to stay out of it. There is a time and place for everything, and this was not the time, or the place.
"'Free at last! Holy Lord, I'm free at last!'" Edward recited from a famous MLK speech. The phase felt so appropriate for this moment.
Finally! Amen to that!
Bella, as oblivious to the outside world as ever, sat at her desk in Duval High School listening to her new Biology teacher, Mr. Ribbon in tierra del sol, also known as Jacksonville, Florida. Her new Bio partner sat at the extreme edge of the table. Bella sniffed her hair. Strawberries. Was he allergic to strawberries?
Or her?
"Hello. My name is Edwin Collier," The boy said with a little bit of an English accent.
Oh. My. God. Was it just her or was he like, albino? And why oh why did his name have to be Edwin Collier? Bella almost shot up from her seat but opted for whispering so she didn't case a scene.
"You have pale white skin. You never eat or drink anything and you don't go out in the sunlight. You talk like you're from a different time. How old are you?"
"What? I'm on a special diet!" He whispered back, looking shocked.
"How. Old. Are. You?"
"Seventeen…"
"How long have you been seventeen?"
Edwin started counting on his fingers. "Like, ten months? Why?"
"I know what you are!" Bella pressed on.
"What?!"
"I'll say it out loud!"
"What the hell?" Edwin was clearly not what Bella accused him of being.
"A vampire! And I'm not afraid!" Bella yelled, for the whole class to hear.
"Isabella?! What's going on?" Mr. Ribbon asked.
So much for not causing a scene.
"Edwin Collier is a vampire! He wanted to kill me but he got over it!" Bella said, proudly.
"Hey Edwin? Where's Emily and her husband, your creator, Carl? Where's your sisters Rosa and Allie and your brothers Jupiter and Emril?" Bella asked as she walked out of the class. "Did you kill Jordan, the werewolf, because he was going to expose you to your girlfriend, Betty's, policeman dad?" Bella ran out of the class sobbing uncontrollably.
Three words: Off. Her Rocker!
"Yeah. Um, could you pick me up?" Bella said into the school nurse's phone to her mom. "I kind of had a breakdown."
Kind of? You just called a polite teenager a vampire. Insult much?
Rosalie was the first one to spot the wolves. She hissed.
"I have a feeling I know what they want."
"More like who," Carlisle muttered.
"Let me at 'em."
"Your funeral," Carlisle allowed, shaking his head. Whatever. Rosalie would eventually leave soon anyways, right?
She opened the door to get out and reason with the wolves. Embry was the first to approach her with his hands behind his back.
"You aren't Edward, but you'll do." He smiled and produced a giant net, which he threw over Rosalie just as Carlisle, Esme, Alice, and Emmett were getting out of their cars.
"Goodnight, Blondie," muttered a voice. Rosalie couldn't tell whose voice it was, but it eerily sounded like Jacob's. But that's impossible. Jacob was dead. And that was the reason her Chanel Black Satin nail polish was getting chipped, her hair frizzy and her YSL dress crinkled inside the sack she was being held hostage in.
"Rosalie!" Emmett bellowed. Alice lazily restrained him.
"She wasn't my favorite, anyway," Alice muttered. No one silenced her. No one scolded her. No one cared.