Disclaimer: I thank Stephenie Meyer for sharing her characters but I do not own them.
"To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage; because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt."
"Courage..." I scoffed at the famous quotes book my mother had given me for my plane ride. Yea, Madonna must have fallen off of her rocker and hit her head pretty hard. Love required two masochistic people....I was sick and disgusted with all of this talk about love. Did anyone ever sit back and wonder why the phrase 'I love you' shared the same amount of letter's in it as the phrase 'Bullshit."
That's exactly what it is, Bullshit. Well...at least I couldn't think of a better way to describe it. When I was 15 years old my best friend was Jacob Black...well he was my best friend over the summers that I spent with my father. He claimed that he loved me, sure...I cared for the guy...he was my best friend when I was stuck on the reservation waiting for my father to finish watching a game or something. But I in no way shape or form actually loved the guy. I practically spit my water out on him and laughed when he told me this, I didn't mean to hurt his feelings but seriously...love?
Well after he forced me into kissing him he soon realized that he was really in love with my cousin Renesme. Yea, the poor schmuck really loved me didn't he? This is where you roll your eyes and tell me that I am being a pessimist. Well for arguments sake, I'll agree with you.
I couldn't even pin point a time where I determined that love didn't really exist. Not the kind of love that they speak about in stories like Romeo and Juliet. It's a great book, but those kids where crazy. Suicide fit them well.
I stopped going to see my father Charlie after that summer. I ran out of people to hang out with. Soon even he got married and took on two step children. I haven't met them personally. But my father sent me pictures of them online. Two beautiful blonde twins. Rosalie and Jasper Hale. I was on a plane right now on my way to live with them in California. Some how a miracle occurred and we all got accepted into the same college. Yippee, can you see that I am practically dancing in my panties right now?
My father and his insanely rich wife bought a house for us to share so we didn't have to have dorm rooms on campus. I agreed only because I didn't want to have an annoying roommate. I was hoping that my step siblings were not that bad.
I left behind in Phoenix, AZ my alcoholic mother and my off and on again best friend Britney. Although, I am almost positive we are definitely not going to rekindle that friendship any time real soon. Actually I'd like to run her over with my non-existent car. The reason my car is non-existent you ask? Well, it's not really a long story so I'll elaborate.
I had a really good old truck, it was special to me. Charlie gave it to me when I was in Fork, WA last time. Well I was driving home from the reservation when a squirrel jumped out in front of me. I really wanted to break for animals but for some reason Jacob's head appeared on the squirrel so I floored it.
I know wrong and horrible of me. Don't worry, the squirrel is fine. Some how, the evil little thing got the last laugh. My tire blew and I lost control of my truck successfully wrapping it around a tree. I was not hurt, maybe a few bruises that Dr. Cullen shook his head at but nothing major. When I stumbled out of the truck kicking and cursing I saw the damn squirrel again, laughing its head off. Have you ever seen a squirrel laugh at you? Well I have and let me tell you that there is nothing creepier in the entire world than that.
The plane had now come to an abrupt stop on the landing strip and I couldn't help but notice the stares I was getting as I stood up to get off the plane. "What the fuck are you people looking at?" There was a short chuckle from the back of the plane as I grabbed my carry on and walked down the ramp.
Charlie was standing there with his wife Kim; they were smiling with open arms. I could picture the movie scene right now, in slow motion...that is until I tripped and plummeted to my own embarrassing meeting with the hard tile floor.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am a klutzy, pessimistic, self absorbed 18 years old. At least, that's what I am told.