Disclaimer : Not mine.
So this is based on one of the original work I posted in French but since I read Twilight, I see Bella and Edward as my main characters so I decided to turn it into a fanfiction. I will update regularly if I see that people are reading it so tell me what you think. There will be three introduction chapters in the three main character's points of view, only one POV by chapter. Enjoy.
It was a day like any other day. Time has the tendency to fly by without anyone noticing. I was quietly singing to myself while I made coffee. My roommate and best friend, Rosalie Hale, wasn't up yet. Her oversleeping habit made her constantly late. It gives me time to get ready; I actually like that about her. I looked at the clock. 7:35. It was definitely time to wake the beast, so I knocked on her door. No answer, classic. I opened the door and smiled when I saw that she was buried under her pillows.
"Hey sleepyhead, what's up?" I asked her in a teasing tone.
"Go away," she mumbled from under the pile of feathers.
"Here's your coffee." I put a cup of coffee on her nightstand and got out. Rose is also a coffee-addict, so I knew her well enough to be sure that it would do the trick. Five minutes later she was coming out of her room.
"I don't want to go, Bella, please let me hang myself instead."
She pleaded while making her way into the bathroom to fix her hair. Rose isn't really a morning person; she prefers to stay in bed dreaming about her car. She is all about cars and boys. Unfortunately, the boys that caught her eyes all turn out to be freaks.
Did I mention that she is the most beautiful girl in all of Fork's history? She is a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes and a body I would kill for. Well, the worst thing is that she doesn't want to acknowledge the fact, saying that if I gussied up a little, I would be twice as pretty. What a lie! I'm the typical girl's next door girl. I have brown hair and brown eyes, average height and weight. Nothing special.
I joined her in front of our wide bathroom mirror and put my hair up in the usual ponytail.
"Well at least YOU won't have to avoid Mike all day, so that he doesn't invite you years in advance to the graduation party," I grumbled.
"I can't believe he still tries." She started to giggle. "Maybe you should say yes."
"Thanks for your support," I said, sarcasm tangible in my voice.
"I won't help if guys start to fight over you next time we go out."
Her eyes went wide. "Common, Bells, you wouldn't be so mean with me."
I smirked at her. "Maybe I would."
We stared at each other menacingly for about two seconds before bursting in laughter.
"So, what are you up to today?" Rose asked.
Today was a Wednesday, so I was meeting Edward for breakfast in the cafeteria before our literature class, followed by a French class, alone, and then lunch with Rose.
"Okay, 12:30, our place," she said, getting out of the bathroom and grabbing her keys.
"Wish me luck."
"Bella, I told you yesterday; I have the morning off to show the exchange student around," She said as she opened the door to leave.
"Right, good luck, Rose, I hope he's not a total nerd."
"So do I."
I heard the door close and quickly brushed my teeth. I decided to wear my favourite shirt. Rosalie had bought it for me as a joke. It read "Little Miss Clumsy" across the chest. But I loved it; it was so me. I'm a hazard to everyone around me and myself, constantly dropping heavy stuff or simply falling head first in the stairs. I'm trying to overcome it. But even if I do avoid a lot of fall nowadays, weird incidents always endanger me. Edward says that it's because I'm always daydreaming; maybe he's right.
I needed to leave soon, otherwise I'd be late. Happily, Rose and I live near campus. We are both sophomores at Fork's University. I'm majoring in literature with a minor in French. Every Wednesday morning I eat breakfast with my lifelong best friend Edward Cullen, the very one who accuses me of always daydreaming.
Edward and I have been through everything together. I remember us crying together the day his father passed away; we were only thirteen then. He was the only one there for me when my parents got divorced. I think I spent a whole week at his house, completely unchaperoned. My mom thought Carlisle, his legal guardian at the time, was home. Carlisle is Edward's older brother. He was nineteen when their father died.
Edward's parents had been divorced for two years. His mother was living in London with her new husband, so when Edward senior died, Carlisle convinced his mother to let them stay together at their father's house. Their mom felt so guilty that she agreed, taking only Edward's little sister Alice with her. Alice was only ten, the poor thing. Basically Edward's father died from exhaustion after working two years round-the-clock at the local hospital. He worked so much so that he could forget that his wife had run away with a British actor and left him home alone with his three children. Edward visited his mother and sister for a week when he was sixteen, but he resented his mother so much for leaving his father that he never agreed to go back.
I love Edward as a friend, but we do spend a lot of time together. That makes people talk, but I don't care what people think; he is the best friend a girl could ask for. Well, not a punctual friend. I was now sitting in the back of the cafeteria, and he was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, I'd anticipated he would be late like always so I'd brought my book. I took my copy of Pride and Prejudice out of my bag. It was my favourite book; I loved the evolving romance between Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy; how their feelings grew from nothing to engulfing everything else in their lives. I'm a hopeless romantic and I can't help myself from hoping that my own Mr. Darcy is just waiting somewhere out there for me.