Author's Notes: I know I really shouldn't be starting a new project with my others unfinished and with school still in. But I got this idea after class last night and I just couldn't ignore it. See it comes from the idea of Bella not being normal, I mean really she reacted way to well to all the weird shit for being a normal person. And I've been reading this series by Kelley Armstrong, The Women of the Otherworld, and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. And this is the result. No, there will not be any characters from the Armstrong books, just some basic ideas.
And yes, I know this is short. It's a teaser. To see if anyone else is even remotely interested. The only way I'll even think about posting more is if I get reviews. If not, I'll assume that people think it's a crap idea.
With that said, please do enjoy the teaser! And let me know what you think! I would love to hear everyone's guesses and thoughts.
The thing is I'm really different from most people. Oh I know parents always tell their children that they're different, 'special' they call it. But it wasn't until later that I realized that my parents meant it literally.
I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start somewhere a little bit easier.
First, my name is Bella—technically it's Isabella, but no one calls me that—and I live with my rather scatterbrained mother in Phoenix. My parents separated when I was really young and it's not all that often that I visit Charlie—my dad—in Forks.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't dislike Charlie at all. That's my mom. It's just he's…well, he's different.
Anyway, I really seem to be your average teenager. Average height, brown hair and eyes, pale skin. I don't do drugs or smoke or even drink. I can't play sports to save my life. Nothing about me stands out—except maybe the advance placement classes, or how I'm so clumsy it's practically a disability. So obviously the typical high school teenager, right?
Wrong. I'm not nearly as average as I try to be.
You see, my dad's side of the family has a bit of a secret. Something that inevitably comes out of hiding every few generations and you really don't have much of a choice if it decides to be dominant in you. Unfortunately, it is dominant in me. And in Charlie.
This was actually one of the reasons my mom left Charlie. She sees it as something that needs to remain hidden, gone—like the proverbial skeleton in the closet. "It's not normal," she says, "not healthy Bella."
I know what you must be thinking: alcoholism, maybe? Perhaps some sort of cancer? Nope, neither of those. And before you ask it's not any mental illness either, that would be easier to deal with.
No, what I'm talking about is really different, and even more rare. You can't take pills to get rid of it, and even ignoring it gets to be too much after a while—I should know, I tried for my mom's sake.
Growing up with this secret, this difference, made me think it was normal, that everybody had it. But boy was I wrong, which I found out really quickly once I started school.
I've always been a shy kid, but add a rather obvious difference to that and you get an outcast. The other kids at school treated my like I was invisible, ironic really.
I was okay with this. I like being by myself. But my mom, well she didn't like it so much, especially knowing why I was alone. She was only able to take so much. And I hated hurting her, so I tried to shove it away, pretend that I didn't notice it anymore. And it worked. For a while, anyway.
It was the beginning of my junior year when my ability to ignore it came crumbling down.
This is where my story really starts. Interested yet?