Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts

December 15, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-15/)

Word Challenge: Penelope

Phrase Catch: What does the adage "old habits die hard" remind you of? Write something.

Creative Original or Derivative: Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)

Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.

Rating/Warning(s): T

Genre: General

It was lunchtime at William Ocean High, Rochester, New York. When we had moved here, Carlisle had decided to use new names as this was the third time the Cullen's had lived in Rochester, so he was being careful not to bring up any old records.

I had, after many days of looking through Rosalie's collection of Baby Names books, decided my new name. It had turned out that those many hours had been wasted though, as Penelope was the alternative name Renee would have called me when I was born.

Alice was chatting to me, going on about Coco Chanel's latest runway design. Due to my new mind, I was able to feign listening to her, while practicing with my mental shield. I was getting better at detaching it from myself completely, and making it roam around the room, grouping random tables and people unaware. Right now I was having fun pushing it back and forth through Alice's head. It looked quite funny to me, like a transparent sheet passing going backwards and forwards, meddling with Alice's head.

I was concentring so much on getting my shield to stick around every hair in Alice's pixie haircut, that I didn't hear my gorgeous husband say something next to me. I sighed and let go of my shield, feeling the band close back in on my head, and turned to him.

"Bell–" I raised one of my eyebrows, and he stopped mid-word. Emmett sniggered from the other side of the table. The lucky bugger had kept his name and somehow convinced Carlisle it would all be all right, as all of his old records had conveniently disappeared from the archives.

"Right, Penelope," he said, stressing my new name, "I was just asking Emmett and you if you wanted to go to the park to hunt for the weekend."

"Yes, babe, of course I'll go," I replied, kissing him on the cheek.

Emmett, pumped his fist into the air, and shouted, "Grizzlies, here we come!" A bit too loud, and so the whole cafeteria turned and looked at him.

He sank back in the rusty chair a bit, and said in a small voice, "The Memphis Grizzlies are awesome." Then when everybody had lost interest, he looked at Rosalie and asked her if they could live in Tennessee.

I patted my mate consolingly on the head, and pouted at him, "Old habits die hard, honey." Then I stood up, collected my tray, and left for World History.

This is kinda like the high school incident in Chapter 3, I guess, since it has the same start.