I'm not very good at keeping up with things like this, but I will try to get a new chapter up every day; exept for Saturday through Monday. I'm going to a Baby Blessing at my Aunt's house, and I won't have internet connection.
Anyway, so here's the first chapter. Enjoy! :)
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Are we there yet?" Rose asked for about the billionth time. We had been on the plane for two days now.
"No, Rose; when the captain tells us that we're there, that's when we'll be there," Renee told her, sounding as if she were talking to a five-year-old, rather than a freshman in high school.
Rose and Jazz had been talking the whole way there, while I just sat here, pouting and keeping my mouth shut. I didn't want to move; especially to a place named after an eating utensil. Forks. Who names a place Forks??
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We were finally there. Not that I was happy or anything, it just meant that Rosalie could finally shut up. Don't get me wrong, I love her dearly, it's just that she doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.
When we got off the plane and made it down to the main floor, I have to admit that I was really tempted to turn back around and hop onto the next plane to Phoenix. There stood my grandparents. It didn't take Grandma long to spot us, unfortunately. She started running towards us, and Jasper locked her into a great big hug. Rose was a little more hesitant, but not as hesitant as me. She walked over and gave each of them an awkward, one-armed hug.
I don't like family reunions. Sure, I'm glad to see whoever it is and all, but I hate, -HATE- attention. You see, the last thing most of my family remembers of me, I was fat, short, and pretty damn ugly. If my mother –the woman who sees me nearly every day- can't get over how tall, skinny, and beautiful I am, how were people who haven't seen me in years going to get over it? I have an answer to that: They won't.
"Oh, Bella! You're so tall! And skinny! Come here, give me a hug," Grandma gushed. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her, and gave her the best smile I could muster under the current circumstances. That was a bad idea.
"Oh! Look at what a beautiful smile you have!" she started up again.
Help me! I mouthed over Grandma's shoulder to Rosalie. She just shook her head and gave me a smug smile. Typical Rosalie. Grandma unhooked me from a hug, and I gave her that "beautiful" smile of mine. Mom and Dad then took over from there. I'd have to remember to thank them later.
I gladly turned away from the love-fest, reaching into my pocket for my money; I was going to go on a search for a candy machine. As I was looking down I ran into so something cold, and hard; a wall, I presumed. That is, until I looked down and saw a pixie-like girl standing in front of me.
"Hi!" she said, waving, "My name's Alice. What's yours?"
I knew I should answer, but I just couldn't get over of how beautiful she was. She was very pale (pale-white, atcually,) and her hair was short, sticking up in all directions. Her voice was so musical. And her eyes were not exactly butterscotch, but not much darker than that. She didn't belong here in the human world; she belonged in some sort of fairy tale.
"Bella," I was able to finally get out, "Sorry I ran into you." I smiled, and she smiled back. Even her smile was beautiful. It wasn't fair!
"So," she continued, "Are you moving down here, or are you only visiting?"
"I'm moving down here," I replied.
"Oh, that's neat! Maybe we'll run into each oth-"
"Alice, we have to go," a new voice said. The boy who had just spoke looked an awful lot like Alice, pale skin, same eyes, and he was so beautiful. If I didn't know any better, I would have said that I was staring at Adonis himself.
I couldn't help but gaze as he dragged Alice off, but then he turned to stare at me; his face was full of undeserved hate -pointed at me, I knew- and his eyes were murderous. It scared me a bit, but not enough to stop my staring. I gawked at them until they hopped into a really nice silver car -a Volvo, perhaps, I didn't know much about cars.- and drove off.
"Bella! Over here, honey; we're leaving!" Mom called to me. I happily took off back over to them.
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