Okay, some people have been asking me questions, so I shall now answer them.
A)The reason why Jasper is staring at her funny is because her emotions are very rash, but she is able to bottle them up quickly.
B)She can communicate with the vampires through talking normally. She can hear them as long as she has her hearing aids in.
C)Yes, I do have LVA myself. In the One shot I've just written (on my profile), it explains what Bella's "Phoenix" experience is like. That was my elementary and Junior High experience. Some of the stuff that is happening in this story is very real, but with a Twilight twist! (And Hannah saved me)
D)The reason why Edward was mad was because Jasper accidentally let slip that Bella was there. Then he heard them talking in Alice's room and he is asking Carlisle why she was there when they came down the stairs. Why is he mad? Well, he's Edward. He believes that they're trying to push his limits.
E)I will write a "Midnight Sun"-like story. I've got ideas for it, but will finish this story before I begin!
Okay! Now read and Review!!!! Come on!! I want at least 5 reviews before the next chapter comes up please!
Chapter Five
I woke up that morning, slightly disoriented. I sat up quickly, making my head spin, and stood up. I made my way over to my desk, looking at the opened planner on my desk.
"Sunday To Do"
Beach Party at 10!
"Ugh," I groaned, remembering about First Beach. I took a deep breath and slumped to the shower, getting ready for the day. I turned the water on, letting the water sooth my skin and relax my muscles. I thought about my dream as I was washing my hair, realizing how weird it was. Edward was talking to me, but I didn't listen. His eyes hypnotized me.
I shuddered, thinking about his angry black eyes. Why were they so hard and cold? Everyone else in his family had golden-like eyes. It was very unnatural, but very beautiful. Just like how they were all together, very unnatural but beautiful. I climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself as I stepped into the cold air.
I blew my hair dry, pulling it back into 2 French braids. I hurried across the hall to my room and grabbed my swimsuit, comfy jeans and purple shirt. I was tempted to wear one of the new shirts Alice got me, but decided against it. I was going to the beach! I didn't want to ruin the nice clothing!
I dug through the bottom of my closet till I found my flip-flops. I crossed my room and sat on my bed. I was slipping my flip-flops on my feet when light came into my room from the window. I looked out and saw the sun shining through the clouds. It would be sunny today! I smiled happily as I found my purse, putting my cell phone and wallet in it. I grabbed my jacket and awkwardly skipped down the stairs, without falling.
I ate breakfast and did the dishes, cleaning them to perfection. I put them away and cleaned up the soap mess I had made. I then proceeded to do laundry, washing and folding. I put my laundry away and set Charlie's on the edge of his bed. As I walked out of his room, I realized how much it had changed since the last time I had seen it, years ago. Renee had let me visit a few times, and I hadn't been there in 6 years.
It was almost 9 (laundry didn't take long), so I logged onto the computer. I checked my email and began to mess around on the Internet. I googled Forks, Washington, realizing how small it really was. I went onto Youtube and watched some random music videos. When I finished, I turned my computer off and texted my mother saying I was going to the beach for a party.
Her reply was more than ecstatic. She told me to relax and have some fun, and to tell her how it went later. I smiled a small smile and put my phone in my purse, tucking it away for later use. I put my wallet and my hearing aid case in it. I was tempted to leave my hearing aids at home, but then I wouldn't hear everyone if they were talking to me. I made up a good excuse for if I'm in the water and I can't hear someone calling me: "Sorry, I was in my own little world and relaxing."
I hurried down the stairs to the kitchen to quickly pack a sandwich before I left. I threw the bread and meat together, not caring if it looked sloppy. I grabbed a small baggy from the drawer to my left and stuffed the sandwich in it. I zipped my purse open and put the sandwich in it. I zipped my purse closed and put my vans on, grabbing my jacket and tripping the process. Luckily, I caught myself and was able to get my jacket on without strangling myself. It was 10:15, so I grabbed my keys and left.
I began driving down main, looking for the building with "Newton" on it in big letters. I found it and saw my friends standing on the sidewalk in a group, so I pulled up and parked. When Mike saw me, he practically ran to my car. I climbed out and he came up and said, "Hey! I'm glad you made it!" He gave me a hug, which weirded me out, and lead me over to the group.
"Guys, this is Bella," he said. He then introduced everyone to me. "Bella, this is Tyler-" wow, he's tall, "Lauren-"
"Hey, sorry about the shirt," I apologized.
"It's fine," she sniffed. She had a really nasally voice.
"And, Jessica," he finished, pointing at Jess who stood next to me.
"Hey!" I said, smiling at her.
"Hey, yourself. What have you been up to?" she asked, her silence forgotten.
"We're also going to meet up with a few of the Natives on the reservation up there, okay?" Mike interrupted. I nodded and we all climbed into Tyler's van. We were squished, but it was fun because we all talked, excited for the day ahead. We all made comments on how sunny it was, a blessing in this rainy place.
We rode down the highway and took a turn off into the deep forest. We drove up a winding road until we came to a small sign that read, "Welcome to La Push". We drove to the beach and when we had parked, somehow got out of the car. Mike led us to the group of Quilete teens nearby, saying, "Hey, guys!" to get their attention.
There were about 6 of them, and they all turned to us. The oldest one said, "Hello. How are you all?" They all smiled at us.
"We're great!" Mike said, walking up and shaking their hands. We followed him and he introduced me to the group of Quiletes. "Hey, this is Bella Swan. Bella, this is Sam, Embry, Quil, Leah, Seth, Jared, and Jake." I shook hands with them as he said their names. When I came to Jake, he said, "Hey, do you remember me?"
"No," I replied, blushing with embarrassment. "Am I supposed to?"
"It's okay if you don't. It's been years, but when you would visit, you would come up with your dad to visit the Blacks."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry," I stated as I remembered. "How have you been, Jake?"
"Good, how are you? Still falling everywhere?"
"Hey! That's not fair! Most of the time, you tripped me!"
We both bursted out laughing. When we finished, we turned to the group we were with and saw their puzzled expressions, making us laugh all over again.
"So, you two know each other?" Mike asked, looking a little flushed.
"Yeah, when I would visit my dad, we would come up and see Jake and Rachel and Rebecca and Billy," I explained.
"Cool."
We all walked towards the fire pit. We all separated into groups to go get firewood, rocks, etc. When we finally were about to get the fire started, Mike said, "Bella, watch the flames."
I stared at the logs until the match hit them and they suddenly lit up. "Whoa," I whispered. "They're blue and green!"
"Yep!"
"Wow…" I said, watching the flames with extreme interest.
We all sat around, watching the flames for a while before people began to break off and do their own thing. I was watching the flames when Jake came and sat next to me. "Hey, how's Forks?"
"Good, it's really interesting."
"Meet anyone special?"
"I've made some friends."
"Really? Who?"
"The Cullens."
The air suddenly became silent, almost eerie. It seemed like the ocean breeze had stopped blowing and the fire had stopped burning. All was still till Sam cleared his throat and said, "Bella, it would be best if you avoided them."
"I'd rather not," I replied.
"Okay, it's your funeral," Embry said, receiving a smack on the back of the head from Sam.
Unable to bear the tension, I stood up and said, "I'm going for a walk."
"I'll come with," Jake said, standing up. "Don't want you to trip and die."
We both left the group, walking down the beach. After a while, I asked, "What is the problem with the Cullens?"
"Oh, it's just some stupid thing."
"Didn't look so stupid back there."
He was silent for a moment, hesitating. He cleared his throat and said, "Can you keep a secret?"
I smiled, I had won. "Yeah."
"Do you remember the stories my dad used to tell?"
"About the tribe? Yeah."
"Okay, did he ever tell one about the cold ones?"
"No."
He let out a breath and started. "You know how we, the Quiletes, had descended from wolves. Most would call us werewolves, or such."
I nodded.
"Werewolves only have one enemy. The cold ones."
"Who are the cold ones?"
He led me over to some big rocks out looking the sea and sat down. I sat down and motioned for him to continue. "There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one that made the treaty with them that kept them off our lands."
He looked at me and I nodded, letting him continue. "He was the tribal leader at the time. But the pack that came to our territory during his time was different. They didn't hunt like the rest of their kind-they weren't supposed to be dangerous. My great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would stay off our lands, we wouldn't tell the world who they really were."
"Why do they have to stay off your lands?" I asked, getting into the story.
"Because, there's the risk of them killing humans, even if they were civilized. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist."
"What do you mean by 'civilized'?"
"They claim they don't hunt humans. They feed on animals instead."
"What does this have to do with the Cullens, though?"
He looked at me, an ominous smile on his face. "They are the cold ones that my great-grandfather made the treaty with." I felt my eyes widened. "Or supposedly."
"Wow, it's still shocking all the same."
He laughed, climbing off the rocks. "How was that for some creepy, scary story telling?"
"You're good," I replied, climbing off the rocks. "You will take after you dad well."
"Thanks," he smiled.
"Bella!" I heard someone call. I turned and Mike was standing some 50 feet away. "It's time to go!"
"Oh, okay!" I called back. I turned back to Jake and said, "Thanks for the story. It was really good. I'll see you later?"
"Definitely."
"Okay, then, bye!" I said, hugging him briefly and running over to the leaving group. I hoped into the van and we left.
On the drive home, everyone talked about how much fun the party was. I sat there, listening to the muted sounds of their voices. I would laugh when someone said something funny and I would talk to someone if they talked to me, but somehow, I couldn't get my mind off what Jake had said.
Was it real?
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Okay, ya'll, review AND I am Team SWITZERLAND!! I can't choose, so if you wanna give me a list and good reasons to choose one or the other, by all means, go ahead!! Hurry though, because I may go for the opposite of what you want! Edward or Jacob...Edward or Jacob…
Who should I choose?