This is Kyra's chapter
i didn't have much to work off of
(and when i say'didn't have much' i mean 'had barely anything')
so i am sorry if i got your description wrong...
that and your age.
that might be a little off too...
:D
-theenvylover
Just Another Bella and Daughter Story
"Hey, Little Alice, come here for a second would you?" Carlisle called from downstairs. Even though I was taller than Alice by almost a foot I was considered "Little Alice".
"Coming," I called back. I got off of Fredrik and fixed my shirt. He got up from the bed and started to fix himself too. I grabbed his hand and headed out of the door fast, hoping that nobody would suspect that I was making out with Fredrik instead of doing my home school assignments.
Home school is brutal.
Not only do my 'teachers' never forget anything they've ever learned; they expect me to remember everything that they remember.
At least Fredrik's with me.
We get nine hours of schooling every day; stopping only for the hour in the middle set aside for Emmett's constant rematches. They call it 'P.E.'. The rest of the day is separated into five other classes; History with Jasper, English Literature with my mom, Science with Alice, Auto with Rosalie (a personal favorite and Fredrik's second least favorite class), and the dreaded Math with Edward (both Fredrik's and my least favorite).
"Yes, Carlisle?" I asked as we came down the stairs. Alice and Jasper stared at us and started patting their heads in a not so subtle way of telling me to fix my hair. I quickly followed their lead, which didn't go unnoticed.
"That's some hard studying you're doing," Rosalie laughed.
"It's a new fashion course Alice is teaching," I poofed up my hair back to where it was. "It's all the rage in Paris."
"Actually the eating disorder look is sweeping the catwalk nowadays. Your style belongs in the eighties," Alice corrected. Of course I didn't know; I wasn't too fashion-forward. If I had the chance to dress myself I'd wear a T-shirt and jeans every day but every time I buy one it mysteriously disappears. The strangest thing is that it's always replaced with a bag of designer clothes.
"That's why you're the teacher and I'm the student," I smiled. I hoped that she wasn't getting any ideas about actually teaching me these things.
"We're not taking that class," Fredrik stated. "No way am I going to stare at a car's insides for an hour and a half and then go learn about fashion." He turned to Edward. "We were making out on her bed. We were both fully clothed and homework was…" It wasn't done. Actually, I don't think we even looked at the assignment; we were just so happy to be alone together. "Well, homework was thought about…But the point is—I'm not going to lie anymore. Especially if it's going to put me in another one of these classes."
"Well, you don't have to learn with me," I told him. He looked at me worriedly; frightened that I was mad at him. "You've been around longer than they have; maybe you could teach me…"
"No!" my other teachers exclaimed. Fredrik lifted up my chin and slowly moved towards me.
"What would you like to learn?" he whispered, his lips just inches from mine.
"Anything you'd like to teach me, professor…" I whispered back. A forced cough from the entryway made me jump. I looked past Fredrik's shoulder and found Carlisle with a girl who looked slightly younger than I was.
"We have a guest," he started. Fredrik immediately turned to my side, looking at the girl confusedly.
"Aw, you didn't have to ruin their little moment for me! I could've waited…" she started. Her dark brown hair contrasted with her white skin and fell in waves to just below her shoulders. She was small but taller than Alice by at least half a foot, and less pixie-like. "I mean, we were just getting to the good part!" I looked at Fredrik as he looked at me. Good part?
"Little Alice, this is Kyra," Carlisle introduced. She appeared in front of me and shook my hand vigorously.
"Little Alice?" she asked as her eyes searched the room. Her gaze finally landed on my mother. "Are you Big Alice?"
"No," my mom answered. She pointed to Alice, "she is."
Kyra's eyes widened as she stepped back to compare us. There wasn't really much of a comparison; Alice was just under five feet and I was about five-ten.
"You do know that you're taller than her, right?" Kyra asked me. I looked down at Alice who looked back up at me.
"Really? You know, I haven't ever noticed," I said sarcastically. Kyra tucked her shirt into her pants and flipped into a handstand. I tilted my head to see her better.
"Everything's good now," she stated upside down.
"So you're just going to stay like that?" I asked. "Upside-down?"
"Does it make you uncomfortable?" she asked curiously. I was still turning my head.
"Somewhat," I answered truthfully. She popped right back up and pulled her shirt out of her pants.
"Everything's different from a different perspective," she told me. It was a little redundant; of course something would be different if it was different, but she didn't look like she cared. She stared at the ceiling. "But then again, what is different?"
"You're definitely different," Fredrik muttered. I was the only one who heard him.
"If everybody thinks that they're different then in reality they're all the same. They're all different in the same way. The trick is to be different in a different way." She put her finger to her chin and started to stare out of the window. "Though that could be considered a double-negative. If it is, then, the only way to be different is to be the same." She smiled triumphantly. Edward looked so confused that I had to stop myself from laughing. We only had to try to understand what she was saying, he had to try to understand her thoughts.
"Difference is only present when there is a noticeable Same," Jasper cut in. We stared at him like he was crazy. "The opposites balance each other out and make each other possible. There can be no Beauty without an Ugly to compare it to, or Rich without Poor. So, not everybody can be the same because there is no Same without Difference."
"Interesting point…" Kyra stated. I wondered why Jasper was suddenly so philosophical. He stared up at the ceiling and I realized that Kyra was so over-philosophical that it was actually affecting him. "But who was the one who decided that two things were more Same than the others? Why is there even a question between what is Same and what is Different?" She paused to think again. I noticed Edward relax when Mom put her hand on his. "If two things are the same than why would we need the second one? Then again, I doubt that we really need anything. We are just propelled through life based on selfish wants and desires."
"Well that is true," Jasper answered. I didn't know it was supposed to be a question. I looked at Fredrik who just shrugged. "Need is just Want with the purpose of succeeding in life. You don't Need anything unless you have a certain goal to accomplish. Many Need oxygen in order to live, but in truth it's only a Want."
"So, basically," Kyra concluded. "Everybody who is living is Selfish, which brings us back to Same and Different. What is Selfish? When someone doesn't share their belongings with you are they Selfish? That's a bit hypocritical, I mean, it's their belongings and you want it for yourself… But what if you do let someone borrow it? You're still Selfish, but now you're both Selfish and missing something. I'd rather be Selfish with everything I have; or is that too Selfish?"
I wondered if she actually wanted an answer to that question. I wondered if it was safe to give her an answer to that question.
She looked around the room thoughtfully before she closed her eyes. We watched her, trying to figure out what was happening when her eyes shot back open. "What am I doing here?" she asked.
"Can we borrow a few of your hairs?" Carlisle asked. I stared at him in disbelief. If he seriously wanted me to think like that all the time than he was crazy.
"Well, that's strange," Kyra stated as she plucked some of her hairs out. "I never figured you for voodoo…" She handed him the hairs and I wondered why she would if she thought he was going to curse her.
"He's a rabid collector," Emmett grinned. "You should see how many he has of his patients…"
"Is that all I'm here for?" Kyra asked, ignoring Emmett.
"Unless you'd like to stay a while…"
"No, thank you," she answered. Everybody in the room relaxed. "I think I might take a walk around America for a bit, I haven't been here since the depression." She headed to the door. Before she left she gave a big bow and said "It was nice meeting you guys."
"You too," we answered hesitantly. She took off her shoes and walked out, closing the door behind her.
We looked at each other in silence before Jasper spoke.
"Well, that was interesting."
"It was Different," Fredrik stated with a smile.
"Well, it sure as hell wasn't the Same," Emmett laughed.
"Why would you want me to be like that?" I asked Carlisle, he was still holding the hairs.
"Relax, that's just her personality; it's not her power," he smiled. He handed me the hairs and I took them hesitantly. "I want you to wear one at all times."
"What is it?" Fredrik asked, more concerned than I was. I wrapped one of the hairs around my mom's hair tie and put the rest in my pocket.
"Somehow she's immune to human blood," Carlisle explained. "Not tolerant like I am, but actually immune."
"Take the band off for a second and hold on to one of the other hairs," Alice ordered. I did what she said and she had a vision.
"Wow," she stated as she came back. "It worked."
I quickly slipped the band back on; happy that what had happened in the woods wouldn't be happening again.
"So who is she?" Edward asked. We turned to Carlisle curiously.
"She's an old colleague of mine; we went to school together a while back," Carlisle answered.
"How old is she?" I asked. I realized that it might have been rude but I was curious. He did the calculations in his head.
"Two thousand, nine hundred and forty-seven," he answered. It surprised me.
"What?!?" It surprised the rest of the room too.
"I thought the Volturi were the oldest," Edward questioned. "She's almost two thousand years older than them!"
"Well, now her personality makes sense," Fredrik stated. "What, with Sophocles, Aeschylus, and Euripides…she grew up in a world full of new discoveries."
"And a house," Carlisle stated. "Sophocles was her older brother."
Almost three thousand years old and she's walking around America barefoot.
yay!
i'm finally finished with this.
God, that was horrible...
not only was i trying to come up with a conversation that was completely out there
but i was trying to do it while watching a I Love New York marathon.
talk about hard...
about four and a half hours of New York later i decided that i'd only get it done if i turned off the tv...
then it was too quiet.
-heavy sigh-
anyways...
to cheer me up i get to answer questions!!!
-yay!-
so here we go-
the first is from my guy reader-
MyArtIsInWords
OMFG! I'm NUMBER 2! I GOT AN HONORABLE MENTION
Sure, so I didn't win. Congrats to Kyra for winning. But hey, at least everyone knows me
I'm so happy! Thanks so much for like... uh... recognizing me and putting me in an Author's Note (boy that sounded LAME).
Anyway, story...
The chapters are great! Alice goes after a human... not good :O
A question though: how can Alice have "new" boobs if she's 17 when she turned? Did Fredrick's hair jolt her a few years forward, or what? (Yeah, this question does sound REALLY, REALLY weird coming from me, but I had to ask. Sorry for being freaky O.o)
answer:
that's right;
the guy is the only one who asked.
:D
well,
Alice was a little on the smaller side for a teenage human which apparently wasn't going to cut it for being a vampire,
i mean,
the personification of beauty can't be flat-chested
the vampire gods wouldn't allow it.
:D
Fredrik can't age past when he died
(which is seventeen)
so he wouldn't be able to help in... that department
:D
haha,
that was the only question i got in the reviews,
if you don't have a myspace and you're wondering about something then ask me in a review.
if other people ask it
(or if i think it's funny)
i'll include it in the next update.
:3
one last rant
what happened to my reviewers?
like, fifteen of you just disappeared!!!
:(
i think that's it for now...
i know i'm forgetting something but 'i can't remember what i've forgotten'
sorry,
neville quote...
...
i'm not even a real harry potter fan...
...
i swear there's something else i was supposed to say!!!
-theenvylover