I own a really big pink suitcase that I can fit myself in and have loads of room left. I know because my brothers zipped me in and padlocked it shut then left me in the attic. It was fabric so I could breathe but I had to stay in there for a day before my dad found out and let me out. It was really funny actually. You know what's not so funny? The fact I don't own this. It just damn right sucks.
This chapter is Bella's point of view for a change and it probably will be for the next few. Bella will be 11-14 in this chapter and in years 7-9. Woop woo!
Bella's point of view:
I pulled a box out the car and- jeez it was heavy! What did I put in here!? I sighed and hitched it up further on my side. Edward grabbed a stack of five boxes as if they weighed nothing and balanced them on one hand. He turned to look at me.
'It gets boring after a while doesn't it? Moving every time you leave school. Leaving all your friends behind,' he grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him childishly and he laughed.
'It's not boring. It's fun. It always brings new adventures,' I told him and he laughed again.
'And what adventures would they be?' He asked me softly and I pouted.
'Well, preschool I fell over Emmett's trainer and down the stairs, breaking my arm and several ribs. Primary school I got kidnapped by some guy and was traumatised for the next few months. I'm starting middle school now and I'm going for a homicide this time,' I joked and Edward chuckled slightly.
'And who may I ask will be the victim?' He asked in his quaint way. I smiled.
'I'll give you three guesses,' I said and Edward laughed, he knew I meant Emmett. Emmett knew as well and he turned around.
'Awww, come on Bells! What did I ever do to you?' He whined and I laughed.
'You annoyed me twenty-four/seven then tripped me down the stairs by leaving your trainer in the way. Just cause I could outsmart you when I was, like, two years old or something,' I said and everyone else laughed. Emmett stood up and walked over to Rosalie.
'Rosie. She's being clever again,' he whined and Rosalie whacked him around the head.
'I'm not surprised. She's cleverer than you,' she said with a smirk and Emmett looked wounded.
'Rosie. Why do you always side with her? I'm your husband. You're meant to love me,' he whined and that brought on another round of hysteria. While no one was looking I snuck into the house with the tribal mask Tanya had used to scare me with in Anchorage. Emmett huffed and walked into the house so I jumped out and screamed. Emmett yelled and ran out the house and I walked out after him. I removed the mask and everyone laughed at Emmett.
'Hey, Emmett! The current score for the Wasilla game is in! Bella, one. Emmett, nothing,' I said and did a mini victory dance. Emmett glared at me.
'I'm gonna sneak into your room tonight and shave your head while you're asleep,' he said and everyone went silent, waiting for one of my witty comebacks. Damn, I didn't have one.
'Nuh-uh cause I'm going to booby-trap my door. You won't be able to get in,' I told him and everyone looked back to Emmett.
'I'm going to climb through the window,' he retorted.
'And I'm going to cover the window sills in grease, inside and out, top, bottom and sides. Even you can't get in through that,' I told him and he cursed. Esme hit him this time.
'Don't swear in front of Bella!' She told him sternly.
'Sorry, mom,' he muttered and we all laughed.
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It was ten pm and everyone was watching the TV in the lounge. I yawned and stretched before standing up.
'I'm going to go bed now. I'm kinda tired,' I told everyone and Edward stood up as well.
'I'll come say goodnight,' he said and everyone else mumbled night. Edward took my hand and led me upstairs like he always had done. I got to my room and Edward waited outside while I got changed I walked over to my wardrobe and got my pyjamas out the mirror covered walk in wardrobe that was along the back wall and pulled my jeans off. I threw them in the corner of the room and pulled my pyjama shorts on. Then I took my vest top off and looked in the mirror. I gave a small yelp at the sight. I had always been well developed - I was already wearing a bra - but I had always been skinny.
'Bella? Are you okay?' Edward called lightly. It took me a minute to find my voice.
'I don't know. Edward, come in and tell me if I'm okay,' I said and the door creaked open a little bit. Edward walked in and raised an eyebrow when he saw I had just a bra on my top half.
'Bella, you forgot your top,' he told me but I held it up. Then I turned my head to him.
'No. Edward, look,' I said and he walked closer to me. I turned around and his mouth dropped slightly. My ribs were visible and I don't just mean the bottom of them, I mean each individual rib.
'What the hell? You're eating three meals a day aren't you?' He asked and I nodded. 'And you're not being sick or doing drugs or anything stupid?' He asked again and I shook my head. 'How much exercise are you doing?' He asked and I worked it out, mouthing the numbers to myself.
'Ummm ... An hour of PE at school - if I'm at school that is - a five mile run every day, a hundred press-ups and a hundred stomach crunches,' I told him and he frowned. He ran a hand over my ribs lightly, feeling where they jutted out.
'That's it. You're doing too much exercise. You need to do less, like, maybe just twenty press-ups, twenty stomach crunches and a mile run,' he told me, it was my turn to frown.
'But I can't. If I don't do enough exercise then I have too much energy. And I enjoy my exercise. I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it,' I told him. He sighed.
'Bella, you can't let yourself get any thinner. You need to cut back on your exercise or you'll get to thin and end up in hospital,' he said seriously. And then it hit me just how serious this was. I broke down in tears and collapsed on the floor. Edward caught me before I actually hit the floor and he put me lightly on the bed. I fumbled around for my vest and pulled it over my head, sick of seeing my monstrous body. Edward held me reassuringly and I heard the door open again.
'Is she okay?' Alice whispered to Edward.
'Not really. Can you fetch Carlisle for me please?' He asked and I heard the door shut again. 'Talk to Carlisle, Bella, he'll help you work something out,' he said and I nodded, drying my tears on the back of my hand. Carlisle knocked on the door and Edward called him in.
'What's wrong Bella?' He asked seriously. I looked at Edward for reassurance and he nodded. I slid off the bed and walked over to Carlisle. He looked at me confused when I took his hand but I put it on the top of my vest just on top of my ribs. He frowned and ran his hands over my ribs a few times before pulling my top up. He crouched down and scrutinized my ribs, poking them sometimes, just examining them at other times. Then he pulled my vest back down and stood up.
'Meals?' He asked.
'Three a day and two snacks. Regular portions. Well balanced,' I told him. He nodded.
'Eating disorders?'
'None. Any food I eat stays in my stomach unless I'm poorly and I don't have any phobias of eating.'
'Drugs?'
'Nope. Never have, never will.'
'Smoking?'
'Again. Never have, never will.'
'Exercise?'
'Five mile run in the morning. An hour at school. A hundred press-ups and a hundred stomach crunches in the evening,' I told him and he snapped his fingers.
'Stop exercising so much,' he told me and I moaned.
'I can't. It's what I do. Emmett annoys people. Rosalie looks gorgeous. Esme is always kind. Alice is hyper and loves to shop. Jasper is really sensitive. You're addicted to your job. Edward looks after me. I exercise,' I told him and he frowned.
'I'm not addicted to my job,' he complained and I laughed. 'However, if you're adamant about the amount of exercise you do then you need to eat more. Otherwise you could end up in hospital,' he told me and I sighed.
'So I've been told,' I mumbled. Carlisle chuckled then kissed my forehead.
'Goodnight, Bella,' he whispered then walked out the room. Edward got up to leave as well but I looked at him.
'Stay. Please. If you don't I'll end up doing press-ups and sit-ups until I fall asleep,' he looked at me for a minute and nodded. I smiled at him then walked into the bathroom. I cleaned my teeth, washed my face and brushed my hair like normal then I stood on the scales. I'm five foot five and I should weigh about seven stone. The scales beeped and I looked down at them. Four stone nine pounds. I kicked the scales and stalked back into my room. Edward looked at me.
'What's wrong?' He asked quietly, trying to lull me into a sleep. I relaxed slightly.
'Well, I'm five foot five and I should weigh about seven stone, right?' I looked at him and his eyebrows pulled together.
'If you weigh under five stone I'm going to drag you downstairs and shove a tub of full fat, full sugar ice-cream down your throat,' he threatened. I looked out the window and he read the signs. 'Oh no. Please tell me you don't weigh under five stone,' I looked back to him and he was pinching the bridge of his nose.
'Four stone nine,' I said and he stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet.
'Right. That's it. Ice-cream,' he said and pulled me downstairs.
'No! I don't want ice-cream!' I yelled, struggling against his iron grip. He ignored me and just picked me up throwing me over his shoulder. I screamed and started kicking and punching him in a playful way. 'Help! Somebody! He's trying to force-feed me!' I yelled as loud as I could but all I got in response was laughter. We got into the kitchen and he sat me on the counter top. As soon as he turned around I hopped off and tried to run out the kitchen but Edward was already there.
'I said ice-cream and I meant it,' he said in a totally-joking-stern voice. I backed up and hopped on the counter. He turned around with a tub of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough. And I mean a tub. He shoved it at me with the spoon and I groaned. 'Eat. Now,' he told me and I reluctantly dug the spoon in. I swallowed a few mouthfuls then a weird sensation spread through my head.
'Ah! Brain-freeze! It hurts! Ouch!' I yelled and Emmett appeared in the kitchen.
'Looks nice Bella,' he said with a laugh. I scowled at him and flicked a spoonful of ice-cream at him. It hit him square in the forehead much to my delight. Edward walked out the kitchen
'Looks nicer on you!' I said tauntingly. He grabbed a two-litre bottle of lemonade off the side and opened it. 'Oh no. You wouldn't dare,' I said, hoping off the counter and backing away slowly.
'Oh, wouldn't I?' Emmett asked before leaping at me. I barely had time to scream before the fizzy liquid was running down my body. I squealed.
'Emmett! You jerk!' I yelled and shoved the ice-cream tub on his head. Bits of the ice-cream fell out and landed on his shoulders and chest. I giggled, he looked so funny. Edward returned and groaned when he saw the two of us.
'I leave you alone to eat ice-cream for two seconds and I come back and you're coated in lemonade and he's covered in ice-cream! You two are worse than cats and dogs!' He yelled at us. I smiled at him.
'It was more fun than eating it!' I said sweetly then skipped off into the shower.
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I got up at five thirty in the morning, showered, brushed my hair, got dressed and stumbled downstairs in my running kit - lycra knee length shorts that showed my thin well muscled legs and a sports bra, seeing as I didn't need a top because of the heat - only to be interceded by Edward.
'Go change, Bella. You're not running today,' he said sternly. I frowned.
'Yes I am. Now let me go downstairs so I can have my breakfast,' I said and he shook his head.
'Nope. Go upstairs, get changed then come back down in normal clothes,' he told me and I frowned.
'I'm going running,' I told him and he shook his head furiously. I sighed and leant against the wall, folding my arms across my chest. Edward mirrored me. Without warning I ran past him and out the door, I didn't have shoes but it didn't matter, I didn't need them.
'Bella!' He yelled from the door.
'I'll be back in fifteen minutes!' I yelled, shoving my headphones in. I pressed play and Madina Lake, Never Take Us Alive came on. I probably should have changed the song because this one makes me run too fast. My pace speeded to match the song but my heart rate didn't increase and my breathing stayed even. It would for the next few miles - I could run a marathon at this pace. Edward appeared at my side and pulled a head phone out.
'Bella. Come on. You already made it clear you don't want to be that thin. The only way it's going to get better if you stop the exercise,' he told me but I shook my head.
'I did. I'm only going to do ten press-ups, ten sit-ups and two miles,' I told him and he sighed. Then he noticed my bare feet.
'Bella. You don't have any shoes on,' he told me and I laughed.
'Na shit, Sherlock,' I told him, laughing while I ran. I had done two miles and was back at the bottom of the drive. A half mile sprint should be fun. I tensed my leg muscles and shot forward, sprinting as fast as I could. I looked at my watch. It said ten minutes and thirty six seconds. If I could get back in twelve minutes I'd beat my own record. I was nearly at the end of the drive and I could feel my muscles getting lethargic. I ignored it totally and ran even faster than before, stopping by the lattice fence. I tried to catch my breath and Edward appeared by me again, breathing perfectly.
'Okay, so if you can run two miles in however long that was and sprint half a mile at the end I'm pretty impressed,' I looked at my watch and squealed, then threw myself at Edward and hugged him, wrapping my legs around his stomach.
'Eleven minutes and twenty one seconds! That's a new record!' I said happily. Edward laughed and hugged me back. I looked at my feet, they were dirty but not cut or bleeding. Today was gonna be a good day.
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Edward dropped me off at school and rolled the window down like he always did. I leant in and kissed his cheek before running into school and calling goodbye. He waved and drove off while I walked into reception trying to ignore all the leering comments of the boys.
'Hi! I'm Bella Cullen. It's my first day here and I was wondering if you have my schedule please,' I said and the receptionist looked up. She was old and motherly with a kind smile. She handed some papers to me.
'Here you go sweetie. Your timetable's in there and a list of the teachers and rooms. There should be a map in there somewhere as well. We found you a student guide and he should be here in a minute if you wanna sit down,' she said with a warm smile. I sat down in one of the chairs and flicked through the papers. The door opened and a guy sat down next to me.
'Isabella Cullen, right?' He asked. I looked up and saw a guy sitting in front of me.
'Ummm ... Bella, yeah,' I said, smiling slightly. The guy was obviously my age - eleven - but he was tall with light blonde surfer hair and green eyes. Oh, and he was also exceptionally cute. He smiled back and offered me his hand. I shook it.
'Great. I'm Jamie Lowe. I'm your student guide,' he told me. I grinned and shoved the papers in my bag, standing up at the same time as me.
'Awesome. So, where first?' I asked and he led me off down the hallways, laughing.
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I walked out of school with Jamie and a few other people, laughing at their jokes. Jamie had made me feel really welcome, introducing me to his friends and not ditching me. The people he ate lunch with were Charlotte (Charlie), Lilly, Robert (Rob) and Richard. I saw Edward standing by his car and I waved.
'My ride's here so I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys tomorrow,' I said and walked away. They all chorused bye and I gave Edward a hug. 'Hey,' I said happily. I felt better when I was with him - I always had done.
'Hey. How was your day at school?' He asked with a frown pulling at his lips.
'Fun. I made some friends. What's wrong?' I asked and he sighed.
'You always know when something's wrong, no matter how hard I try to hide it,' I just looked at him, waiting for an answer. 'Jamie's thoughts weren't exactly appropriate. In fact, I'm surprised he's eleven,' he said and I laughed.
'Don't worry, Edward. I don't like him and you know he won't be able to hurt me. I can look after myself and if that fails I have you, Emmett and Jasper to defend me,' I told him and he laughed. Then I realized what he said. 'Edward. Stop the car,' I told him and he pulled over, looking confused.
'What's wrong?' He asked. He pressed his cold hand to my head, checking for a temperature.
'Nothing's wrong. But I think it's time for some answers,' I said and he sighed.
'I knew this would come. Carlisle was sure you wouldn't ask until you started high school but I know you better,' he told me, trying to stall.
'Quit stalling. Get talking.' I told him sternly and he sighed again.
'Okay. First tell me what you've put together and stuff. We'll go from there,' he told me. This was obviously going to be difficult.
'Ummm ... None of you age or change. Your strength and speed. Your skin temperature. You're all inhumanly beautiful. You never eat, in front of me at least. Your eyes get darker over the space of two weeks and then they get lighter again suddenly. You can read minds. Jasper always knows how I'm feeling. Alice almost always knows what's going to happen next. There are other things too but I can't think of them right now,' I said, my voice strong.
'Wow. Observant. Lets try this then. We're vampires. We're immortal and we will never age or change. Alice can see the future, Jasper can feel your emotions and change them and I can read anyone's mind. Well, anyone's except yours but that's beside the point. We feed on animals although most vampires feed on humans and I'm strong enough to lift a truck full of cargo,' he said. His words sunk in and I didn't respond. He was scrutinizing my expression.
'What are you waiting for?' I asked him suspiciously. 'Cause my blood is staying in my body,' I told him and he chuckled.
'Well, actually I was waiting for you to jump out the car and run off or demand that we put you up for adoption and never contact you again,' he chuckled. I laughed as well and hit his shoulder lightly.
'You honestly think you can scare me off that easily!? Nice try!' I told him and he looked like he thought I didn't believe him.
'You don't believe me?' He asked quietly, looking down at his hands. I pulled his chin up and waited until he looked at me.
'I do believe you. But I don't care. You could be friggin' squirrels for all I care, you're still my family and family sticks together through anything and everything,' I told him and he smiled.
'Where did squirrels come from?'
Yay! Bella knows now so we can have some fun! I want them to kiss but I know I have to wait a few years/chapters first! Next chapter up soon ;)
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