A/N This chapter has some cursing. I'll try and keep such things to a minimum but it needed to be in here to make a point.
Once Upon A Daydream
Chapter 2
Those Difficult years
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So after little Isabella arrived at her new home (A place which astonished her because it was underground, like a basement, except it was a basement so large she doubted she could even run from one end to another.) She was poked and prodded and tested. They stuck her with needles, made her look at at black splotchy things and tell them what she saw then finally took her to her new room.
Again Isabella was astonished. She'd never had her own room before but this seemed to be all her own. She knew there must be some mistake and she asked the woman who'd brought her to the room, "Where are all the other girls?"
"They are probably in their own rooms asleep by now Isabella," The woman was obviously old but she looked...scary to Isabella, as if she was stronger than other women. She was, however, not unkind it seemed, so Isabella persisted.
"I get this room all to myself ?" Isabella was a little embarrassed, her voice had squeaked.
The woman seemed to almost smile then said, "Of course you do," She pushed Isabella into the room, "Now off to bed with you, school starts early tomorrow."
Isabella dutifully went into the room. She found her nightshirt and changed then crawled into bed but something was missing.
She got up and rifled through the suitcase containing her meager belongings until she found it.
Isabella drifted off to sleep, Spongebob Squarepants tucked firmly under her arm.
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The next day Isabella put on her second best dress after brushing her teeth and putting her long hair in a pony tail. She felt ready for school.
Later that day she discovered this wasn't like any school she had ever heard about.
In the days and months that followed Isabella did what girls her age normally do.
She grew up.
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Ten Years Later.
"Damn frigging damn damn damn," Bella exclaimed as her back hit the mat in a sparring exercise.
Her instructor, who'd just thrown Bella to the mat said calmly, "That's a demerit Miss Swan, we'll discuss the terms of it after class."
Miss Abernathy, the physical education instructor, was such a sow! Bella silently thought. She pictured the grotesquely muscular woman on a silver serving platter with an apple in her mouth and couldn't help but giggle at the mental image.
"Would you like another Miss Swan?"
Bella shook her head no and stifled her giggles. It was hardly fair after all. Bella was not even allowed to spar with other students since she'd broken Richie Sexton's arm in a sparring match. He'd brought it upon himself in Bella's opinion. He had a habit of surreptitiously feeling up the female students while sparring. Bella hadn't exactly meant to break his arm, though she knew it was within her abilities to do so, but she certainly had intended for him to be very sore indeed after the match.
Since then she'd only been allowed to spar with instructors in PE, the term PE was actually kind of a joke since the class was really about teaching all the students how to fight and more importantly, how to win fights.
"Now we spar again Miss swan," Miss Abernathy interrupted Bella's internal reverie.
The sparring went on, but Bella mainly dreaded her upcoming private meeting with Miss Abernathy to discuss her punishment for the demerit.
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The meeting never happened.
Instead after class she was summoned to go see Mister Johnson. Bella thought she must be in much bigger trouble than she imagined, as the students rarely saw Mister Johnson and some of those he punished personally were not seen again. She made the very long walk to his office with a great deal of trepidation.
Though she'd walked as slow as she thought she possibly could she finally arrived at his office and was greeted by his secretary, Miss Conn, in the adjoining anteroom.
"I'm here to see Mister Johnson?" Bella couldn't help but make it a question. She was a very brave girl but her fear was tangible.
Miss Conn was polished perfection behind her gleaming mahogany desk. Long blond hair which fell to the small of her back in graceful ringlets, a body Bella would kill to match, stunning aquamarine blue eyes and perfect teeth which she seemed to proudly display when she smiled at Bella.
"Go right in, Mister Johnson is expecting you," She told Bella, gesturing towards his door.
Mustering her courage Bella walked over and entered Mister Johnson's office.
The last time she'd seen this room she'd been seven years old but little had changed. The walls were still lined with books and Mister Johnson still sat behind a much more modest desk than Miss Conn's in one of his ever present white suits.
"Miss Swan," He addressed her and it was not like Jeopardy, this was not in the form of a question.
"Yes sir," Bella answered anyway.
"Right, lets get right to the point," He looked her in the eyes, "You have your first assignment, we have reports of possible paranormal activity centering around a high school. Possible vampire and some sort of weird animal behavior. You'll be going in as a high school student. You'll be briefed but all you really need to do is, if there are creatures of this nature identify them. We'll gather them up for study. With your training this should pose no problem."
"Yes sir," Bella said softly.
"Miss Swan you are aware of the device which has been implanted below your left ear?"
"Yes sir," Bella trembled slightly.
"Keep that in mind should you be tempted to run off somewhere, you'll be briefed, that is all," Then Mister Johnson made a hand gesture for her to leave.
Bella paused, it took all her courage but she asked anyway, "May I know where I'm going sir?"
"Oh that," Mister Johnson did not appear angry, "A little town I've not heard of before, Forks, Washington. You may go now."
Bella gratefully did so post haste.
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The rest of the day passed in a haze for Bella. She was very frightened but sensed an undercurrent of excitement. She would be getting a taste, however small, of freedom.
That night when she went to bed she initially felt too excited to sleep. Finally she knew what she had to do.
Later that night Mister Johnson stuck his head in her doorway. He was gratified she was sleeping. He lifted a small device which looked a bit like a laser pointer and pointed it at Bella, thumbing a switch, there was a nearly inaudible pop and a small wisp of smoke rose from just below Bella's left ear. This gratified him still further as he knew the device was disabled beyond repair.
He tried not to but he could not help a small smile at the tableau before him.
Isabella Swan, sleeping peacefully, a small smile on her lips, Spongebob Squarepants tucked firmly under her arm.
A/N The fairytale style will return from time to time, when it fits. All I ask is if you derive some pleasure from this please review.