Hi guys!!...I know…I know…it's been nearly ONE YEAR since I've updated. And I promised only a week worth of waiting too…I know you guys must be utterly disappointed with my lack of commitment. Actually, I was afraid that it would turn out that way too…I've always seemed to quit in the middle of things. I'm very, very sorry! I apologize to everyone!! I hate to make excuses, but I'd like to blame this on school!! But no worries! It is now officially summer! Yay! From tomorrow, I will try to commit myself to this fanfic. Promise!
Anyways, since its been so long and since I started this fic without a basic plot…I had no option but to create a new one as I forgot my last . but I though I will change it around a bit. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! (P.S: sorry if this chapter is very rough! I don't like to edit my own chapters!)
I also want to thank UchihaSakuraXItachi for giving me inspiration to start writing again! I almost gave this story up...-sob-
Disclaimer: Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a person owned Twilight and most importantly, Edward. She was very happy, working away on her computer for days at a time to come up with interesting new plots. She also had Edward to comfort her through her troubles and Edward to enjoy the happy times with her…and her name was NOT Blissfulmemories….curse you Stephenie Meyer!!
(That was one long disclaimer…. )
….One more thing. Last thing, I promise! A pic of Bella's new hair is on my profile. Click on it when you reach that part please!
Sorry….I had to break my promise…this is the last! I promise!! I will keep true this time! Anyways, just to let you know, I decided to add 2 inches to Bella's quite short 5'4". (No offence to my peeps out there who are 5'4"!! Really! XD)
See….I didn't break my promise! (Wait….this doesn't count, right?! What's that? It does? NOOOOOO!!)
Chapter One: Namida (Teardrops)
Golden rays drifted into my room through my filmy curtains…it was morning. I rubbed my eyes, clearing away the night. Weird, why was the sun out? Oh well, it was no mystery that the clouds would be overtaking the sun very soon. When I looked down, I saw three slashes along my right wrist. All which were was swollen. I probably should cover that up. Not that I particularly cared what others thought about me…after the only one that I ever loved betrayed me…why would there be a need to be concerned about others? Still, I don't want…him…seeing this. I've always hated be laughed at by others. And he would probably let out a laugh—a beautiful, musical peal of laughter—upon seeing the state of his old toy. But nevertheless, a laughter that would undoubtedly pierce my heart like a white hot steel spear.
I rolled out of my bed slowly, hesitant whether I should actually go to school today. But I really shouldn't worry Charlie, he was already so worried yesterday at the state I showed up home in. I grabbed the necessary articles from my toiletry bag and headed towards the bathroom.
I let out a gasp when I glanced at the mirror and saw my reflection. That was me? I changed so much in just one day?! After crying so much, weirdly enough, my eyes cleared and became an even more piercing brown. My biting of the lips always turned my pale pink lips into a permanent coral red. And I don't know how or why, but my hair had become so shiny. From not having washed my hair for one day? Weird.
I quickly forgot my appearance (I mean after all, who did I have to try and impress anymore?) I went through my daily activities in the bathroom why my eyes fell on a lone pair of scissors in the open medicine closet. The fluorescent light bulbs in the ceiling cast light onto the instrument which lay scintillating and eerily metallic on the shelf. I looked up at my reflection, and then back at the scissors.
Letting out a soft chuckle, I reached for the scissors and swiftly, I chopped off my locks. Now I no longer had long hair, which is rather an understatement considering how short my hair now was. I have ceased to be Bella Swan. I've read somewhere that the ancient Japanese cut off their hair to illustrate a change within, while a more modern Japanese cut their hair to represent a broken heart. I hoped I was the former. My hair now stuck very close to my head, straight as ever, stopping a little before my shoulder, along with my self cut bangs that reached my eyebrows.
I went outside into my sunlit room, reached into my closet and quickly picked out an outfit that would effectively hide my cuts: a deep blue turtleneck with long sleeves that reached my wrists, and perfectly faded skinny jeans. Surprisingly, I decided to wear a pair of silver stilettos, which added five inches to my short 5'6". Thanks to Alice, the clothes fit me to a tee and hugged my nonexistent curves. To divert prying eyes from my wounds on, I decided to wear a delicate, silver bracelet. Hopefully, the curious would prefer to let their eyes drift to the bracelet rather than the uncovered inch of skin on my wrist. To finish off my outfit, I wore a pair of small silver studs and grabbed my bag with my books.
I quickly ran down the stairs when I noticed I only have 6 minutes to reach school. I saw Charlie in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of burned toast in his other. Eww. I knew he was bad in the kitchen…but how hard it is to toast bread!
As I ran out the door with my bag and keys in hand, I saw Charlie's mouth drop out of my peripheral. I wonder why…? That's when I realized that I had run down the stairs and out the door with five inch heels…I bet Charlie noticed. That must be why he was so surprised! Truthfully, I hadn't noticed that I was running earlier, I'm also surprised that I didn't trip and fall only to be saved by….oh….that's right….that can never happen to me again, huh?
As I sat in my car, I let a few tears fall before I brushed them aside and turned on the ignition and drove to school. Well, I thought they were just a few tears. As I started driving, I noticed a scent…a lingering scent of intoxication…of him in the car. The road blurred, and I noticed that I could see nothing because my tears were obscuring my vision. I almost pulled off to the shoulder, but than I wondered who would care…if I died. Would any miss me at all? Renee would be happy without any worries with Phil, and I would leave Charlie with peace in the house; he wouldn't have to worry about his troublesome daughter. I choked on my tears as I realized that there was not one soul on earth that cared for my existence…not one. Did I have anything to live for in the barren world, I wondered as I continued to drive. Secretly, I hoped that with a flash of metal, my car would be dashed to pieces, and I would be…dead.
I drove on, my tears mirroring the raindrops slipping down from the crying clouds.
Omniscient POV
Bella's red Chevy pulled quickly into the parking lot, so swiftly that it may have drawn the attention of other students if there had been any outside at that time. Apparently, she also knew that the first bell had rung and she was late to her first class. She stepped out of her truck, wiped her eyes for the last time and quickly made her way to the main office.
I walked into the office; I had to get a late pass to my class from the office, or the stupid teacher won't let me into the class. As I entered the slightly chilly room, I saw Mrs. Cope loosely holding a trashy romance novel, sitting behind the glass in a daze…and I automatically assumed one of the male Cullens had breezed through the office just before I had entered.
"Hello, Mrs. Cope. I need a pass to my class, there was a bit of traffic and I was held up", I told the poor woman, forcefully hiding my sob that threatened to break with my mention of the Cullens. Then I actually let out a silent chuckle, Forks and traffic definitely did not go together. In Forks, there was at least 20 miles of road to every person living in town. How could there possibly be any traffic in Forks?! Fortunately for me, the slightly retarded woman gave me an affirmative.
"I know, honey. The traffic is absolutely terrifying during the week at this time of the day in Forks!" she replied rather vaguely. And I wondered how she knew that considering that she was shut behind a glass panel every day at the time of the day she spoke of. As I watched her eyes come back slowly to reality, I saw confusion whirl in her flat, brown eyes. "Do you go to this school, honey?" she asked me in a condescending tone. I was upset. Would I be asking for a pass to class if I didn't attend this school?! I screamed internally. But I knew the actual reason that I was upset, yet another piece of evidence that I was not noticed or needed by anyone.
"Mrs. Cope, you remember me, right? I'm Bella Swan, Chief Charlie Swan's daughter."
To my horror, she laughed! At me!
"Dear, Isabella Swan? If you need to impersonate someone, at least pick someone that looks like you, or has a similar personality! You're after one of the Cullens aren't you? Edward, perhaps? Sorry to break it to you sweetie, but Edward's together with Isabella. Hmmm….I get it! That's why you picked her! Isabella, honey, is a shy and rather dreary girl that attends this school. Very innocent, but quite the boring girl, Isabella is. Given your height and beauty, you could pull of Rosalie!"
I flinched. Rosalie? Cullens? Edward? What was this idiot woman blabbering about? To tell me that I'm a dreary and boring girl, and to my face?! Then, she accuses me of trying to impersonate someone to sneak into this school, and all because I'm after a Cullen? I was absolutely horrified, and somewhat insulted. Furthermore, she keep on calling me Isabella. Damn her.
"Mrs. Cope. Please. I'm Bella Swan." I pulled out my schedule I had stuffed into one of my textbooks. "Look. This is my schedule; it has my name and all my classes on it. Can you believe me now? All I did was cut my hair!" I almost shouted, anger leaking into my voice.
The woman looked taken aback, her skinny eyebrows furrowed and her forehead wrinkled disgustingly. She shot her limp hands out towards me and grabbed the piece of paper that I held in my hands. She let her eyes whip back and forth, scrutinizing every detail; perhaps she was looking for an error…or evidence that this was just a fake schedule that I had produced to further my plot. Finally, with a dejected sigh, she handed the schedule back along with a messy pass she had written.
"Okay, Isabella. You can go now," she said suspiciously. I had a feeling she still didn't believe me. What was wrong with this woman?! As I left the building, I had a sneaking suspicion that this woman, married, may I add, made it her life mission to repel all females excepting herself, from all the male…Cullens.
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Yes, Yes. I know! Please forgive me! I'm really sorry that this was such a short chappie! My attention span wont let me write a longer one! Besides, I keep changing it, so the only way for me to stop it to post in here! And I want you guys to read it as fast as you can! I'm sorry! But I promise that next chapter, it will become more interesting! I mean, afterall...its Edward's entrance!!
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