A/N:
ME: *sighs* I own my fortunately own my kick ass scores for my SRI's. (Scholastic Reading Inventory)
TWILIGHT: You had better. You haven't written anything in a while lazy bum.
ME: *looks shocked* Not true! I have my new story, Chosen, up now!
TWILIGHT: You have a new story mixed with Twilight and Harry Potter, and have published it?
ME: *looks proud* Yeppers!
TWILIGHT: Saddening. You haven't updated this story in around 2 weeks.
ME: *looks sad* I know! I'm sorry! *pounds head on desk*
TWILIGHT: You keep that up. You might even start dreaming you own me.
ME: *looks dazed* What a nice dream that would be….
Chapter 9- Memory Lane
Izzy (Bella) POV
"Well, here's your schedule, and room assignment. Welcome to Fenty Einstein Institute." the elderly woman in the office said. She was old, well into her 50's, but I guess compared to my real age she seemed young.
"Thank you." I said, and walked out of the office.
"Quite late for Ms. Adrienne Rivers to transfer..." I heard the woman mutter as I made my way to Hell's Kitchen with ease. Like second nature to me.
I breathed in the air, and thought of all the time I spent here in my last final months as human. Being here was mind boggling and amazing. It was a cloudy day, the sun out of sight. I was smart enough to sign up for night classes. Hopefully my new roommate wasn't majoring in journalism. Or maybe I won't have a roommate at all.
I arrived at Hell's Kitchen, and stopped. I stared at the thing that wasn't there 90 years ago. My mouth gaped like the idiot I was as I read the memorial in my head.
It was here that the band, E=Mc2 was formed. As alumni's of Fenty Einstein Institute, they formed here, in Hell's Kitchen. It is with a heavy heart and great sorrow; we see the wonderful talent gone from our lives. We shall always remember these wonderful young adults as alumni, family, and one of the legendary Fenty achievers. May they rest in peace.
"Life well spent is a long one."
-Leonardo Da Vinci
I stared at the plaque. It was on the ground, and had our names with our birthdates and "death" dates written on it. There was a pedestal, and a sculpture stood on it. It was one with a girl, with a mic in one hand, and another hand releasing a dove. I looked at the sculpture closely, realizing that the girl was meant to be me. I felt my eyes well up with tears. I knew they weren't going to fall.
I went in, and went to my room. They still had names, and mine was Forever Lovely. I took the key I received from the secretary, and was awed by the room. It had a balcony, and was just the same size as the room I had here 90 years ago. It was a pale pink and black, and was absolutely…. Well… Lovely.
The room was the same as my old room. Only that it looked as if no one else lived in here. Good thing too. But, I realized just how nice the campus and dorms were. No wonder tuition was hell. I paid of course this time. Apparently, I carried more cash on me then I thought. At least I had enough to buy clothes and supplies. I didn't pack anything in my crazed disappearance.
I sat on the bed that wouldn't be used at all for sleeping, and sighed. My life was just a mess. Two guys. One left me for dead. The other picked up the pieces and patched me back up. Although I love them both.
I slapped my head with my palm. You are a twisted, strange person, Izzy. I thought to myself. I looked at my schedule, then at the clock. I realized it was night time, and made my way toward first period. I was so lucky this school was so flexible and amazing. You could take classes from either 7AM-1PM, or 4 PM- 10 PM
I went to the Ashley Nielsen building, and sat down. It was my Lit/English class. I plugged my iPod in; grateful I had managed to take it in my hasty escape. When the professor came out, I pulled my headphones out, and turned off my iPod. I was soon faced with the play I really did not want to read at the moment, let alone discuss.
Romeo and Juliet.
Just fan-fucking-tastic.
I sat through the lecture/discussion, in my own little world. To hell with it if I flunked. I could always try again in another few decades, right?
I thought of the story of Romeo and Juliet. Juliet loving Romeo, hoping to ride off in the sunset with him. But, what if Romeo left? What if Juliet and him didn't die? What if he got up one day and just left? And what if Paris and Juliet were just friends? Not sworn to marry the other by their families? Paris would've been the one challenged to pick the pieces up. What if he did it successfully? What if Romeo came back? How would Juliet choose?
I shook my head. How pitiful of myself. Look at me. I would probably crawl to Edward and kiss his ass if Hunter weren't around. But, I loved him. Somehow, in my strange twisted way, I did. Even all that happened, I still adored him. But, I loved Hunter as well. He was like my sun. That little thing that gets me through every day.
"Miss. Rivers? Is there a problem? Class is dismissed."
I was pulled back from my own little world, and realized everyone was gone. Only the professor was left. I mumbled an apology, and left.
A lot of the campus was the same, just a few more plants here and there. The place seemed to kind of suffocate me in a way. My head was just buzzing from all my faded memories being relived. I realized I had no clothes what so ever after I passed the campus store. I went in, and bought a notebook, pens, and some blank sheet music. Next stop. Montreal City.
NPOV
I gritted my teeth as I smiled what Elliot called "my-evil-as-shit-holy-crap" smile. This stupid dumbass expects us to welcome him with open arms to help come find Izzy, and yet we, namely me, could barely control ourselves from killing him.
Calm down, Nix. Won't do us much good if we kill him. I hear Aro's moldy ass is linked to their leader. Hunter said to me in our heads, calm as shit.
Calm down my ass. You're lucky I haven't transported him to a nice little campfire in that Native American community. I snarled back at him, pissed off. How could he be so calm?!
Honey, it doesn't do much to set Hunter off. Seems like he's a ticking time bomb. Elliot said, and Hunter raised an eyebrow, but didn't deny it.
"Well, what happened to Bella?" The dumbass asked, looking as if he did nothing.
"None of your god damn business." Jared said. Elliot and Jared came about 10 minutes ago, somehow knowing something went down.
"You guys, where could she have gone?" Elyon asked, all this emotional drama getting to her. Jared was sitting with her at the counter, me in the acrylic chair hanging from the ceiling, with Elliot on the couch, and Hunter standing up. The asshole was in the doorway, chilling as if he didn't do anything. Bastard.
"Well.. She enjoyed Germany.. And London…" Jared said to himself, quietly naming the places we had gone over the years that Izzy loved.
"Fenty." Hunter muttered under his breath, deep in thought. I froze. Fenty was a definite, and I mean definite, possibility.
"Fenty?" Edward said, confused obviously.
"Fenty, you jackass. The school she went to after you fucked her life up." Hunter said, and I could see Elyon struggling to keep calm. Man, she must be having a field day.
"OK! SCREW THIS!" Elyon yelled getting up from her chair. She ran to the open window and jumped out, disappearing from sight within minutes.
"Dammit.." Jared mumbled before he made his way to follow her. He left, and soon it was silent except for our unnecessary breathing.
Rrrring
I ran to the phone, to only collide with the bastard. Hunter ended up getting the phone, and went wide eyed.
"Izzy? Where are you?" He said his voice soft and low. I got up, untangling my legs from the dumbass; I refuse to call him Edward; and went to sit with Elliot. The dumbass got up from the floor soon after, and went back to brooding in the doorway.
"I'm fine Hunter, don't worry. I just needed some time to think." I heard Izzy say.
"Izzy, just where are you?"
"A safe place Hunter, don't worry. Tell the others not to worry. Also, tell Jared he'll be in more trouble if he touches one thing in my room or if he goes near my bike." I laughed at the last thing. Only Izzy would be concerned about her bike at a time like this.
"When are you coming home?" Hunter said, looking exasperated and a bit pale. Which is saying something for us.
"End of school year. I promise."
"Ma'm, would you like a receipt?" I heard a strange voice in the background say. Just where the hell was she?
"Hold on. Hunter, I have to go. Tell everyone I love them. Bye."
And with that Izzy hung up, and Hunter let out a sigh, looking old as shit.
"Did she use a pay phone or cell?" I asked, and Hunters eyes brightened up as he checked the phone. What he saw must've made him happy.
Me and the rest of us who were left went to the phone, and saw why he was smiling. The caller ID said Devil's Boutique, a very old store we sometimes shopped online for. A store that was just conveniently in Montreal, Canada. I grinned, and knew she went back to where it all started out. Nice Izzy. Go somewhere totally fucking obvious, and think we're not gonna think you would go there. I wonder why she didn't hide the caller ID. Maybe she just didn't have enough time. The lady sounded kind of impatient.
"Huh… Am I allowed to declare a road trip?" I said, knowing there would be a road trip.
"Yeah. Sure." Hunter said, already making his way to his room to pack some things.
"I'm coming." The dumbass said quietly.
"The hell you are! Aw hell no!" I hissed, not wanting him to tag along. No way in fucking hell was he coming with us.
"You know what?" Hunter said, stomping down the stairs. Well shit.
"I'm going to humor us all. You can come along. But, you take your own damn car." He said, and I was stunned. Wow. He was acting his age for once. Amazing.
"Roadtrip." The dumbass muttered, making his way outside.
I sighed. This was going to be some hard days.
Izzy/Bella POV
"Thank you." I said briskly, and left the store as the lady said come again. Me and my stupid impulses. They could track me now. I sighed. Must everything I do be done in a rushed or stupid manner? I looked down at the remaining money I had. I had around two thousand dollars left. I didn't even comprehend the amount of money I had taken at first. I tallied it to a total of around thirty thousand dollars.
I walked around the cool Canadian town, and was glad I changed my features. I had also messed with my scent a bit. I had amethyst colored eyes, with regular skater girl cut black hair.
I made my way through the town, and reveled in how it hadn't changed much. A fact that I liked to know. I don't know why, but it made me feel more at home.
I looked at the watch, and realized it was going to be morning soon. I took a cab back to the school, and attempted to do homework.
Like I said, attempted.
"Ms. Rivers, see me after class."
I groaned. This sucks. It's been a week, and my Trig teacher hates me. And, I still haven't mastered the damn course after taking it for so many fucking years.
"Yes, Mr. Stark?" I asked. It had been a week since I called home, and I was getting a feeling I would be seeing them very soon.
"Your test paper was satisfactory, but your class work and home work are a bit below expectations. I expect better in the future. You may go." was all he said, not even looking up from his papers. Damn bastard.
I walked back to my dorm, and had the feeling I was being watched. I shook it off, and went into the common room. Some people were there hanging out. A few were playing karaoke. I sighed, and slumped in a chair. I brought my iPod out, and tried to drown out the people singing. I had already listened to some really old songs, like "Love Game" by Lady Gaga, "All Nightmare Long" By Metallica, and "Don't Trust Me" By 3oh! 3, and was listening to "Holiday" by Greenday, when they came in.
Damn it all. Why can't I ever catch a fucking break?
HPOV
I looked at the school before me. Fenty Einstein Institute. It looked the same as ever, which some minor alterations here and there. But, none the less, it was home.
I sighed. I really hope Izzys here. I wonder if she'll even be living on campus. Might as well give it a go, I thought as we went into the office for Fenty.
Izzy/Bella POV
"Iz! We found you!" Jared said in a high pitched voice as if he were mocking girls. The others proceeded after him with hello's and hey's. I looked around, and saw Hunter and Edward. Nnnnghhhh… Wait. How he know it was me? I smelt the air. God. I hate trying to conceal scents. Give me eye color. Changed. Give me bone structure. Changed. Yet to fuck with your scent, I be damned.
"Yay. The dumbass found me." I mumbled.
"You know you love me!" Jared said, imitating Nixie.
"Just who in the hell your sorry ass that?" I joked, smirking.
"Ugh! I'm so sad!" Jared said, mocking as if he cared as he sat in a chair, a hand on his forehead as if he were lightheaded.
"Drama Queen." I said.
"Damn straight." Jared just said, smirking back.
"Well, beyond this impaired dumbass over here, how are you guys?" I said, rolling my eyes.
I heard a whole bunch of fine's and ok's. I looked at Hunter and Edward, who hadn't said anything beyond a hello.
"Well, roomie, move your stuff to Kissable Death. You're bunking with us now!" Nixie shrieked with Elyon, and I noticed a lot of people were looking at us.
"Wow." I said, amazed we were all bunked together.
"Well, we had all better get our stuff to Note of Death." Hunter mumbled, and I realized he said we.
"As in all of you?" I choked out.
"I do play the piano, Bella." Edward said, and looked highly uncomfortable. I wondered why, until I noticed what he was wearing.
"Oh my fucking God. Nixie!" I said noticing Edward had on black cargo jeans, a black and red polo on, with black converses. Good God. I really, really wish I had my camera with me at that moment.
"What? He needs to blend in! Besides, I'm letting his ass outta my sight!" Nixie said, batting her eyelashes at me.
"Good God…" I muttered.
"Just like Alice…" I heard Edward complain about faintly, and smiled.
"Well, roomies, we should get to our rooms." Jared and Nixie said.
"Yet again, the twin factor is in play again." Hunter said, rolling his eyes.
"Once again the not funny Hunter strikes again." Nixie said, sticking out her tongue.
"Come on you guys." Elliot said, and the guys went downstairs, where I guess the dorms for guys are. The girls were upstairs.
"Well, off to show Elyon the luxuries of Fenty!" Nixie sang out.
"Singing is Izzys thing Nixie!" Elyon said.
"What's yours? Being a bitch?"
"No! Being your annoying sister!"
"Exactly. Bitch."
"You know you love me!"
I shook my head. Living with these two in the same room is gonna be quite an experience.
Now. I know. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I have some major big ass stress. I know, I know. Cut the bull shit. *sighs* So, my teachers told me I'm having finals in EVERY subject. *cringes* So, I've got…… Umm… 6 left. * yells liek a mad as shit teenager* Including ADA, which is some BS since I took the HSA. Now, little girl in a tree won the age contest. I'll just say I'm a young teen. Originally, Amanda is our winner, but she unfortunately doesn't have an account. SO, if you're there Amanda, feel free to tell me what shout out you want to give out. That goes for you too little girl in a tree. Now, I leave you on this exciting note for Izzy, and let your imaginations wander off.
XOXO
Lorry