One
My Sister The Drama Queen
Kelsey
I've often wondered about destiny. Or fate. Or whatever force it is that makes things happen. And if certain things happen just to lead to other things.
For example, is it destined to be that I've been in Forks, Washington for the past six months? Is it destiny that I have the most annoying sister on the planet? Was it always planned for me to be standing in the freezing September air, flashlight in hand, gun holstered on my hip, looking for my runaway sister.
Maybe I should back up just a sec, huh? The problem with me, though, is that I never know where to start telling stories. Sometimes, I just jump straight to the middle without ever getting to the beginning.
Okay, so the beginning. But where is that, exactly? Is it with me, Kelsey Swan, or how I ended up in Forks, or how I'm tramping through the woods in an attempt to find my sister? Okay, well, I guess we can start from the very beginning and run through a quick summary of the events that led me to this point.
We'll start with me, I guess. I'm Kelsey Swan, adopted daughter of Renee and Charlie Swan and sister of Isabella "Bella" Swan. I have long, kinda crazy black hair and bluish green eyes that change color based on my mood. I love to sing and dance, make video blogs of my life, play softball, and educate people on chronic illness. I've lived with two: type 1 diabetes and asthma for as long as I can remember. I also have OCD, a mental illness, on top of that.
Okay. Enough about me. I think I should explain the events that led me to this point in the first place. Okay, so here goes.
Previously, in the life of Kelsey Swan, she was adopted at eight months by Renee and Charlie Swan; you already know that. Dad and Renee divorced when I was just a baby and Renee took me and Bella to Arizona. For awhile, up until I was fourteen, Dad would have us up for two weeks. Then, Bella put her foot down and insisted she was never coming back to Forks. Sigh. My sister's kinda a drama queen.
After Renee married Phil, my stepfather, Bella decided to move to Forks, and I decided to go with. I missed Dad and the cozy small town atmosphere.
Bella met a boy on her first day of school and fell completely, head over heels in love with him. I'm not a fan of Edward Cullen; he gives me the creeps and he's toxic as hell, but whatever. And today I learned that the Cullens had moved and there was a note from Bella saying she was going on a walk. And with my sister, you kinda have to think the worst because she has no common sense whatsoever. In case you couldn't pick up on it, Bella and I aren't too close.
So there. Now your all caught up. A brief introduction, I know, but trust me, it's more of one than most people get from me.
"Isabella, if I find you out here..." I mutter, hiking my backpack higher onto my shoulders. My bag is filled with diabetes and asthma supplies, a first aid kit, a new magazine for my gun, a box of granola bars and a couple bottles of water. My survival pack.
I pan the flashlight down, looking for any footprints. Nope. I'm just gonna have to wing it.
If Edward had taken her out into the woods to dump her, and I have no doubt he did, she wouldn't have gone towards the house. She'd probably go at most a mile before realizing that Edward was gone. And then, knowing my sister, she'd just collapsed and cried on the ground.
I double check that the walkie-talkie Dad gave me (he had one for every member of the search party, surprisingly) is securely clipped next to my insulin pump on the waistband of my jeans. I then pull out my phone and open the compass to help me stay on one track. I set off.
"Found her." The call comes about half an hour later. Jacob Black is leaning over her, concerned. I'm kneeling next to her, checking for broken bones.
"He's gone... he's gone... he's gone..."
"Isabella, for the one hundredth time, can you hear me?" I snap. I'm not one for my sister's overdramatic tendencies.
"He's gone." Bella looks up at me. "Edward, don't go."
"Did you hit your head?" I demand. I lean in with the flashlight to check her pupils; normal. "Jacob, you carry her. We should probably get out of the woods before she freezes to death." I say, rolling my eyes. I depress the button on the radio.
"On our way back." I say, standing. Jacob awkwardly scoops up my sister and we head back out of the woods.
Dad is wringing his hands nervously, but he sighs with relief when he sees us. Until he sees how out of it Bella is, anyways. He runs to get the doctor while I tell Jacob to drop her on the couch.
I pull Bella's wet shoes and socks off, wrap a blanket around her and hunt through the kitchen for one of our reusable water bottles. I fill one with the hottest water I can and tuck it in next to Bella. Hopefully, that will keep her from going hypothermic.
I pull my shoes off and collapse backward into Dad's recliner. I watch as several boys from the reservation come in and out. Including one really tall boy who looks at me like I just kicked his puppy or something. What the hell was that about?
I feel my eyes slipping closed but I fight it. I need to get downstairs, do a peak flow meter reading to see how well my lungs are functioning today, do some homework, change my insulin pump site. But at the moment, I don't have energy to drag myself out of the chair, let alone down the stairs to my room in the basement.
The last thing I see before I fall asleep is Dad and the doctor talking about something. The last thing I hear is my pump alerting me (yet again) to change the site. The last thing I feel is the warm blanket being tucked around me. And the last thing I smell is the scent of fresh cut grass.
A/n: Okay, so I'm starting a new story. I got the idea for this from reading Can't Fight This Feeling, which is in my favorite storries section. I'll do my best to update once or twice a week. I love getting reviews; they help motivate me to get the next chapter out more quickly. I also reply to rviews. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Later!
Lauren.