AN-
ME: I own my Nintendo DS.
Nintendo DS- KICK THAT BEE-YOTCHES ASS!!! NO WAIT SCREW THAT!! KILL HIM!!
ME: o__O umm ok… My DS is turning into my sharpie marker.
SHARPIE: THAT'S WRITE!! GET IT, WRITE??
ME: ok.. Well, no way in hell do I own twilight. Maybe in my dreams, but not reality.
TWILIGHT- EXCUSE ME?? BEE-YOTCH!!! I am not yours, in dream or reality!
ME: ok, ok!! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!!! *screams bloody murder*
Chapter 7- Graduation? Already!?
"Nix! Why in the hell are you in such a rush? Graduation isn't till.. Err…" I said, counting in my head now.. The days till Graduation… Umm.. 1.. 2… 5? No… Umm..
"3 days Izzy! 3 frigging days! How can I not be in a rush!" Nixon exclaimed, beating me. Damn, was she flustered.
"Oh. Damn. You're right." I said, about to get flustered myself. OK. Pack bags. Do not pack my graduation shoes, my black ballet flats (PIC ON PROFILE). My black graduation dress. (PIC ON PROFILE) My black gloves. My necessary makeup…. I looked in the mirror. And I'll need my hair dye. My roots were showing.
-*- One packing and a hair coloring job later-*-
" Finally. My bags are packed! And I finished my hair." I yelled. I had done my hair first, then my packing. Took me two, not one, duffel bags. I didn't know I had bought that many things while here at Fenty Einstein Institution. If I didn't know better, I would have thought Alice had done all the shopping.
Alice. I thought. Ugh. I need to get her and them and him off my mind.
"Seriously!? Damn, I thought you were gonna need another duffel!" Nixon joked.
"Haha. You're the one to talk! 5 duffels, Nixon? Really!" I joked back.
She just stuck her tongue out at me. Ha. She had no comeback.
"So. We got to get our luggage to our new condo, along with our luggage. Oh, Iz?" Nixon said.
"Yeah?" I yelled from the bathroom, making sure my hair dye did nothing funky.
"Are your 'rents coming?"
"Nope."
Renée was on the baseball tour with Phil. She insisted on coming, but that would mean she would have to leave Phil and miss two of his games. I told her not to. Charlie was busy with work. Something about murders in Seattle. We heard about it up here in Canada, but we didn't really pay attention to the stories. I don't mind. They've got their lives and future. I've got mine.
"That's I some bull shit!"
"Not really. I really couldn't give a damn."
"Sheesh, Izzy! You need to care more."
"I'm fine"
"Whatever. Come here. I'm thinking of highlighting my hair lavender, and taking out my blue streaks. What do you think?"
"Perfect! Got the hair dye?" I yelled. Nixon would look great with purple streaks. It'll accentuate the green in her eyes and bring out the hazel tint in them.
"Yep!" She yelled back.
Time to play Barbie Nixon. I thought to myself. I cringed. Barbie Bella is no more I thought.
(Bella/Izzy - Nixon)
"The lights are out and I barely know you
We're going up and the place is slowing down
I knew you'd come around
You captivate me, something about you has got me
I was lonely now you make me feel alive
Will you be mine tonight?
Take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can't take it any more
dadada da dadadada
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can give you more
dadada da dadadada
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch
My heart is racing as you're moving closer
You take me higher with every breath I take
Would it be wrong to stay?
One look at you and I know what you're thinking
Time's a bitch and my heart is sinking down
You turn me inside out
Take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can't take it any more
dadada da dadadada
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can give you more
dadada da dadadada
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch
I wanna kiss a girl
I wanna kiss a girl
I wanna kiss a boy
I wanna ...
I wanna kiss a girl
do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
I wanna kiss a girl
do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
I wanna kiss a boy
do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
I wanna kiss a
kiss a, kiss a, kiss a
dadada da dadadada
dadada da dadadada
dadada da dadadada (oh)
Take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can't take it any more
dadada da dadadada
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can give you more
dadada da dadadada
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch
Take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can't take it any more
dadada da dadadada
I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love
Just take me on the floor
dadada da dadadada
I can give you more
dadada da dadadada
You kill me, you kill me, you kill me
Please don't stop!"
Me and Nixon stopped singing, while Elliot and Jared and Nixon stopped playing. The crowd exploded in applause. We all got off the stage, and sat next to Jared. All the students had their robes on, but they were open, showing everyone's clothing.
"Thanks you to our own E=Mc2 student-operated band. Now, time to proceed with the ceremony." Dean Hanley said. We had performed two songs for graduation. Soulmates (Natasha Bedingfield), and our popular Take Me on the Floor song (The Veronicas).
I took a deep breath. Dean Janley began with "Hunter Aniston."
"Isabella Marie Swan"
I got up, and walked to the stage. I looked at Jared, Hunter, and Nixon, who all had gotten their diplomas already. Jared was wearing black skinny jeans, and a black dress shirt with a silver tie. (Picture on Profile) Hunter was wearing black skinny jeans as well, and with a shirt that mimicked a tuxedo.(Picture on Profile) Nixon was wearing a black dress with pink ribbons laced in the front. (Picture on Profile) Nixon had a black camera in her hand, ready to take pictures like she did with Jared and Hunter when they got their diplomas. (Hunter took her picture)
I got on the stage, and received my high school diploma. I shook hands with Dean Hanley, and hugged Elliot, who was the valedictorian and was going to shake hands or hug everyone. (Kiss in Nixon's case)I looked at Nixon, showing my diploma to her.
Click!
After she took the picture, I stepped down to go sit next to them again.
The last diploma was given. Elliot received his at the end out of honor for being valedictorian. He was dressed in black skinnies with a dress shirt that looked pretty nice on him, given to him by Nixon in congratulations on his valedictorian place. (Picture on Profile)
"Elliot Berkeley" Dean Hanley said, handing him his diploma. He smiled, got it and came down to us. We had of course saved him a seat.
Dean Hanley spoke some very nice and truthful words to us.
"Now, through 13, or for some, 14 years of school, you all are free. 7 or 8 years of elementary school, 2 middle, and now 4 years of high school completed. Whether you go on to college or university, or if you try to make yourself big, Fenty Institution will always remember you as family. Not by students, and maybe by teachers later on. But, it will always remember you as alumni. To the Hell's Kitchen class of '08!"
Black and maroon caps were thrown into the air, and the black robes people wore were being thrown off. As I watched them all celebrate, time seemed to stop.
I had envisioned this moment months ago as a happy nice one, back when I was the sweet naïve Bella. I had envisioned me surrounded by my family and friends. By the one I had called mother and father. Carlisle and Esme. By those I called siblings. Emmett, Jasper, and even Rosalie. By the one I had called my best friend and my sister. Alice. By the one I loved and cherished. Edward. I saw a perfect image of him.
His angular, beautiful face. His perfect orbs in his eyes that were a welcoming and loving gold color. His amazing weird colored shade of bronze hair. The hair I grew to love. His lips moved. His velvety voice came to me. He said, "Be happy"
That's when I knew. I knew that I was living my life. The right way. Edward and his family had used me. They left me. I was a little pet to them. A pawn. A library book they had checked out and returned way overdue. Broken and tiered up. But a group of librarians patched the book up. They patched her up and cared and loved her.
Memories were etched into my mind, forever there and remembered, unlike what Edward said.
"Don't worry. You're human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."
The words sent a shiver through my spine. How wrong you were Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. How wrong you were. That's all I have to say.
Memories were always being made by me. The few months have been the best.
These memories are the ones that are going to be loved and cherished for as long as I live.
I can promise that.
OK!!! IM SO HAPPY! THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER BY STORY WORDS ONLY!!!! 1,586 WORDS!!! 5 pgs on word. I'm so happy. Thanks to those who have reviewed. For those of u who haven't told me, should there be a sequel, or should I add a part two? Come on I need opinions!! I wrote this at like 1 AM. I was hoping to put it up, but fanfcition was having troubles. :( But, it's perfectly done!! Oh crap. I better stop gloating.. Well, until next time, my amicis. (Italian for friends)
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