Author's note: Hi! Again, I'll just say that I'm excited for hearing reviews and reactions to this story-hopefully, they'll be good! Also, in case there's any confusion concerning Bella and Edward, I'll just say that…we'll get there. (Don't worry; they aren't going anywhere, but it might be a while till we even meet Bella. (Give the rest of the story a chance; we don't have that much longer till we meet Edward!!) )
Here's the very beginning!! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Once again, D.O.I. (DON'T OWN IT!!….Don't depress me further by making me admit it!)
Chapter 1
Summer Time
"Mom! Where is the cream cheese?" I yelled, rummaging through the fridge. My mother was upstairs, possibly taking a nap, but it had been a few hours since then, and I wasn't really sure as to what she was doing now.
I was kind of rushed; I was watching "Ghost Hunters", or some people called it "TAPS". "TAPS" stood for "Trans-Atlantic Paranormal Society", or something like that. It was one of my favorite shows, but I referred to it simply as "Ghost Hunters".
Like I said, I was fairly frantic. But only because this was a marathon with new episodes, and I didn't want to miss a thing. The commercials had barely started when my stomach growled. Realizing that I was hungry, I had ran to the kitchen in 8 seconds flat and had already decided on a bagel. I knew that the commercials seemed to drag on, but it always seems like when you're rushing to beat them, you kind of end up loosing.
"Mom!!" I had the bagel out and ready to go now, I just needed the cream cheese, and I just couldn't find it! "I need the-"
"Cool your jets, Courtney!!" She called. Yeah, she was probably still asleep. "It's in the door of the fridge!"
Of course! I felt like a total idiot; it was almost always there. I grabbed it, had it open, and had the knife in the container even before I was over to my waiting bagel.
"Thanks, mom!"
I realized that I had beat my personal record for quickest food-grabbing after about 45 seconds of being in the kitchen preparing my "meal". I was surprised at myself.
I didn't watch T. V. a lot, but when I did, I really got into it. It reminded me of this one time, when I was baby-sitting these kids. They were cute, and I had a good time with them, but once, they had wanted to watch a Barbie movie, so I put it on for them. Thinking that it was probably a waste of my time to pretend to sit and watch with them a BARBIE MOVIE of all things ("Barbie Island Princess" to be exact), I tidied up a little bit here and there. After I got kind of tired, I sat with them anyways only to find out that about twenty minutes later, I was the only one watching! I felt like a total loser….But I try not to dwell on that memory.
Finally, the commercials were over. As the program started up again, I realized I had eaten about half of my bagel already, and was kind of tired from running through the kitchen, and having nothing to drink. But there was no way I was about to get up again. My bagel forgotten, I watched as Jay and Dave Tango heard a noise….it was dead silent as they listened more….they heard more clanking metal.
See?! Do you see what happens when I watch stuff like this?! It's so intense!!!!
After watching them and other teams get what information they could and start to "pack it up for the night", more commercials came. I got a glass of milk, and finished the rest of my bagel. I knew I didn't have much longer until it came back on again, but I ran to the kitchen anyway, to throw away the paper towel I had (to hold the bagel…I didn't want to get a plate out and all) and to quickly rinse out the glass and put it in the dish washer.
As I walked back into the living room, I heard it come back on. 'Wow', I thought. 'What great timing!' Then I sat down to watch the rest.
Eventually, the 'mini-marathon' was over. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was eleven-thirty. It was a good thing that school got out last week, because, already, my time for being awake and asleep were slowly starting to reverse themselves.
I started up towards my room to get ready for bed.
Our house was pretty medium-sized. It had two floors to it, and a two-door garage. On the bottom floor, there was the kitchen, dining room, front room, and living room. If you entered through the front door, you would find yourself in the front room, containing some nice furniture and a baby grand piano my mom got for Christmas. On your right, would be the coat closet, then after that, the stairs going to the second floor.
There was a big opening from the front room which opened up to the dining room which-on your left-was conjoined with the kitchen, by a large counter. (Kind of complicated, huh?) A little distance from the dining room table was the back door. If you turned right from the front room and went down three little stairs, that was basically the family room, where I had just finished watching T. V. If you turned right again, you would find a small laundry room holding the washer and dryer, and next to that, a door leading to the garage.
Going up the stairs, I went down the hall just a little bit, and turned right to go into my room.
The second floor of my house contained all of the bedrooms and two bathrooms.
Going up the stairs and through the hall, on your first right would be my room. After that, my brother's old room, and then my sister's old room. (They were guest rooms, now.) At the very end of the hall, was a small linen closet. Then, across the hall from my sister's room was my parents' room. They had a master bedroom, along with their own bathroom. Next to their room, and across the hall from my room was the main bathroom. Since my siblings were gone now, and my parents had their own, I liked to call that bathroom mine.
My house might sound kind of small, but all of the rooms are actually quite spacious, making it seem a little bigger.
I went into my room and retrieved some clothes for a shower from my dresser. My room was nothing special; it had white walls with tan carpet and my dresser and bed frame were made from a light wood with delicate carvings in it. It seemed boring, but it's actually quite elegant-looking…for me, anyways!
I crossed the hall into "my bathroom", and turned on the water.
In my family there was me, my mom and dad, and my older brother and sister. My mom and dad's name were Ann and Jack Thompson.
Both my sister and my brother were in college now. My sister, Taylor (her real name is Morgan Taylor Thompson, but she goes by Taylor), was the oldest; she is going to get married this July, and is almost finished with her schooling. She now has a nurse's degree.
My brother, Logan Brady Thompson, is about two years younger than Taylor and has just finished one and a half years of college. He's thinking about majoring in something with computers.
My full name is Courtney Lynn Thompson. I am about four, almost five years younger than Logan, and I have just graduated from my sophomore year of high school. I turned sixteen last January.
I finished rinsing out the conditioner in my hair, turned off the water, then stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly. I looked in the mirror, studying my face. I had nice brown eyes and brown hair that went a few inches below my shoulders. I was also pretty tall; about 5'7". I was coming up on 5'8". I had slightly tan skin, and as for my figure, well…I didn't have as many curves as some of my friends, but if it counts for anything I was also kind of muscular. I worked at a warehouse that operated kind of like a post office, and I handled a lot of heavy boxes sometimes.
I was kind of tired, and I knew that it was definitely past eleven thirty, so instead of waking up my mom and dad by using the blow-dryer, I decided to just braid my hair. After that, I brushed my teeth and got in bed.
In bed, I thought about what I needed to do tomorrow.
It was Tuesday, so I had to go to work at 10:30. I worked minimum wage, but for me, that was pretty good. I needed money, and for what I was paid, I was doing ok.
One hour later, it was almost one o' clock. I hated when this happened! I had a slight sleeping disorder; it took forever for me to get to sleep, and some nights I would have to get by on an average of four hours of sleep.
Frustrated, I took out the iPod I got for my birthday, set it to shuffle, and relaxed.
I was at work, now. It was unusually cloudy for this time of year-we had moved to St. George, Utah about three years ago, and I was expecting it to stay sunny and bright. But the wind was blowing, and nasty storm clouds rolled by swiftly over head. As I searched the sky, it didn't look that was going to change anytime soon.
Deciding to get going on my day, I checked in, and got to work.
As I was working, something felt off. I paused. Now that I was paying attention to the feeling, it got stronger, and I realized what the feeling was. It felt like…someone was…watching me.
I got funny feelings like this sometimes, and they went away after like, the first three seconds I had felt them. Usually because I looked up and caught whoever was staring at me. But as I looked up, the feeling didn't go away…it got stronger.
I felt a slight breeze beside me, and as I spun around I was knocked out cold.
I jerked upright in my bed right as I was knocked out in my dream, and I realized that I was in a cold sweat.
"Whoa, Courtney." I said to myself. "Way to over react to a scary dream!"
This was probably just the after-math of watching "Ghost Hunters" right before bed.
Glancing at my digital clock, I saw that it was 9:30. Hurriedly, I got out of bed and began getting ready for the day. But as I looked outside, I noticed that it was cloudy outside…almost as cloudy as it was in my dream.
"De ja vu" is a funny feeling. As I looked outside, I had a sense of de ja vu begin to set in. Everything this morning began to blur together now.
It was a sickening de ja vu, and as I was having my mom drive me to work (I had taken driver's ed, but I didn't have a license quite yet), my hands started to shake.
Author's note: ooh! It's getting intense for me! The next two chapters are going to be…the "turning point" for Courtney. (Wink, wink, nod, nod. "Turning point", get it?!) Okay, I'll shut up now, and try to update soon.
Tell me what you think, please!!
ELS
