Chapter 1
…::: Optimist:::…
No matter how many times Isabella Swan made an attempt to warm herself up, there was always that one body part that will refuse to submit to her. I'm talking about the way her bedcover is way too small for her body. Bella had the blanket ever since I could remember. I didn't have a number, nor did I have a feeling of when it was in possession.
She would shift the cover to warm her cold left foot but then her shoulder on the other side of her body would have to survive on the freezing weather of January nights.
Bella sighed and kicked the covers off in a frustration. She didn't have a choice but to face the cool sickening feeling that resulted from kicking her only shelter away.
She silently debated whether jumping into the promising shower a good idea or not. It was very cool, she can feel her blood vessels vasodilating as she thought of good and bad.
"To hell!" Bella muttered to no one in particular and quickly jumped out of her bed and into the showers, silently cursing herself as she blasted the warm water. She peeled out of her clothes and sighed in satisfaction as the warm water slid down her body, flowing over her Goosebumps. After few moments of soothing sound the water made, she grabbed the strawberry scented shampoo and squeezed it into her palms and applied it to her hair.
Today She was going to try a new type of food. It shouldn't be hard to pick since she never ate outside. Bella had a phobia, she was too petrified of eating uncooked food that would ruin any chanced that her stomach had of surviving the age of eighty. She felt like she was aiming high, but she also knew that she had to be healthy in order to live longer. She was an optimist.
I, on the other hand…I am a realist.
Hey Cheeky Monkeys! I know that I am terrible at updating regularly…I apologize, I am so very sorry for my reckless timings.
This story…Out of imagination….I know, ha-ha, very ironic, is about an optimistic female that has such a spectacular view on the lamest things that we see and take for gratitude. There will be an Edward, and no, there won't be a Masen like Edward's Human Pet, because, yes, it got messy with the characters.
I was actually debating whether I should call it "You Are Lucky" or "Out Of Imagination". I played rock paper scissors and Out Of Imagination earned its title. BUT, just a warning… Bella IS schizophrenic….which makes this story awesome and intimidating to write….but to hell, as she puts it, I shall write it to amuse myself and you, the readers