Whoa! I seriously never get recognition for my stories, but the response for this one is overwhelming! I would like you all to know that 'New to a Fault' will not be a permanent name for this story, so if you have any suggestions, please send them to me, and I may just throw in a chapter preview, if I like it *hint hint*. Okay, chapter two!
Disclaimer: *Sigh* Twilight isn't mine…too bad really.
Bella
Full Name:Isabella Marie Swan Age: 17 Sex:Female Special talents:None
I still can't believe I'm going. There is no way this is for real.
Yet, here I sit at my desk, filling in the 'personal details' form, my suitcase in the corner packed with my entire limited wardrobe, some toiletries, my complete classic works book and Sam's doggy bed.
Heritage: American, perhaps some English ancestry Allergies: None
This is stupid! I have a perfectly good life here and I shouldn't be filling out this silly form for this 'magical' school. I should be studying for my literature test and thinking of ways to get Mike to stop pestering me.
Parent ancestry
Father: Human Mother: Human
Strange Developments as of late: Puberty
I thought back on the events which brought me to this point, staring at the required fields on my sheet.
Flashback time~.~.~.~.
"So can I go Charlie? Please?" I had given Charlie the parent/guardian permission form, which was pretty cryptic, but the complete truth, seeing as it never mentions any type of magic creature. I'll admit that Dr. Cullen is very clever.
"I don't know, Bella," he responded in a gruff voice, scratching at his scruffy moustache. "I don't like the idea of you going all the way to Australia."
Charlie is the police chief Swan to the good people of Forks, but ever since I arrived, he's been working nonstop, coming home only to eat and sleep. His reclining hairline was a dull chestnut with silver hairs at regular intervals.
"C'mon Charlie. I'd learn so much more there than at Forks High, and I must be pretty special for them to send all the way from Australia! And I would still be able to come home once in a while; it says I have a month vacation for each year I'm there. I could come home for Christmas and your birthday, it wouldn't be much different!" As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I'd hit a nerve.
"What do you mean? There would be a world of difference, Bella!"
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Charlie," I began, "you're almost never home. When you are, we're either eating or one of us is asleep. Even on weekends. I sometimes feel like you're too busy for me…" Okay, so that was a bit over the top. But it was, unfortunately, the truth.
His eyes softened minutely. "I'm sorry you feel like that, Bells. I don't mean to…err…make you feel like that." He took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for the worst. "And thing is, you're right. I'm the chief of police, and these days there's almost more crime than we can handle…"
"Maybe… m-maybe it would be for the best. For you to go, that is." I was shocked to say the least, but let him continue. "I can't provide you with what you need right now, but this, I think this is something I can do right for you. And when you graduate, you can come back and visit if you feel homesick, or sad, or if you just want to. Cause if you say 'Daddy, I'm coming home', I promise I'll be waiting here for you." And with a single tear rolling down his cheek, Charlie signed the form that would start my life.
End Flashback time
So that's basically what happened. I'm going to e-mail Mike tomorrow morning, 5 am seems like a safe time to do that seeing as he will be asleep, saying that I left, and I'm catching my flight for Australia at 7am. The ticket will be sent as soon as I send in my letter, and I assume the 'preferred time of departure' means 'the time you will depart'.
Just a few more questions
Why would they ask if I have any rivalries against any specific magical species? I don't even know if I belong there! Although, goblins seem pretty creepy… will there be goblins? What about ghosts? Has anyone been killed? Will they kill me if I'm not magical?
Three more questions
Is it really necessary that they ask about sexual experience? I really don't feel comfortable letting the head master know that I'm sexually inept, but maybe that's just me.
Although, it is probably part of a complex system of determining how a student will fit in, which makes sense, considering all of the personal preference questions. Do you watch a lot of TV, yes or no? Do you like school, yes or no? Are you social, yes or no?
Two more questions
Abnormal sleeping habits. Yes. I talk in my sleep, a lot. I used to get teased by my friends for it when I lived with mom and dad and had sleepovers. I tend to say my innermost secrets, but Dr. Cullen doesn't have to know that. Why are they asking, anyways? Will it help to determine what the hell I am!...Or maybe it's just something to tell my roommates so that they are prepared. I'm leaning towards the latter of the two.
Last question
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Will you enjoy being a part of our institution? ____________
I smiled to myself, having known the answer before ever receiving this letter.
Yes.
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Beep…
What is that?...
Beep!
Ugh, let me sleep…
Beep!
Five more minutes…
BEEP!!!!!!!!!
Okay, that woke me up.
I slammed the palm of my hand in the general direction of my alarm clock, which resulted in it being knocked off my bedside table.
Groaning, I retreated from the warmth of my lumpy bed and shuffled across the cold floor in search of the source of the annoying beep. I shut off my alarm clock after almost tripping over it. 4am. Why did I want a morning flight?
As I had expected, I found an acceptance letter, directions and plane tickets not five seconds after placing my envelope into the mail box.
Sam was asleep at the foot of my bed, snoring lightly. How he could sleep through that, I will never know.
I grabbed my suitcase and Sam's mobile kennel and dragged them down the stairs as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb Charlie or Sam. I placed them by the front door and went to the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast.
And stopped dead in my tracks.
Charlie. My dad, in at least one way, was cooking breakfast, attempting to work the waffle iron while the coffee maker did its job.
"Good morning, dad." I was still bewildered to see him cooking. He hadn't cooked for me since the night I arrived. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making my baby girl waffles before she goes away!" he responded cheerfully, but I could detect a sad undertone. I chose to ignore it.
"Well then I suggest you plug the waffle iron in." I pointed to the plug, which wasn't connected to the outlet not one foot to his right.
"Thanks Bells." He plugged it in and was about to pour the mix in.
"Charlie, I suggest you wait until it warms up…" He's so silly sometimes.
After a much belated breakfast, I returned to my bedroom one last time.
Despite my complaints, I would miss my lumpy bed. I would miss my closet sized room and having to share a washroom. I'd miss the dense forest in my backyard and the lack of sun. I would miss Charlie, even if we were barely together anyways. I would even miss school, despite its ups and downs.
But this is worth it.
Okay, this was basically a filler chapter, the good stuff starts next chapter, so stay tuned!
If I find ANYONE who is copying my idea or story, they will be reported.
You see, this idea formed as a fanfic, but I now want to write it as an entirely new story, to be published! I would change several facts, like names and remove the Twilight-ness, but other than that…ya.
Again, if I get a name suggestion that I really like, you will get a sneak peek of next chapter! Also, I will choose one name that is sent in to make the new name, and if I ever publish this story, the person who came up with the name will have Their Name as one of the characters! EXCITING!
Tanks for really giving me the support I need you guys!
Loves,
Iris