Since I love you all very much I thought I'd be nice and post chapter one of my new story, New Beginnings, Old Memories. Idk when I'll be able to post more because I usually wait until my stories are complete before posting any of it, but like I said, I love you all very much! It means the world to me that you read my stories. And even more that you like them! All I've ever gotten was nice reviews. I guess I'll shut up now so you can read. –Alice3 oh, and P.S. the whole story is in Jasper's POV my first time ever doing a story in a guy's POV! I hope I don't make him too girly by mistake. Let me know if I do.
Chapter One: Cleaning Up
"Jasper!" Maria cried as I walked into my house. Or the Cullen's house, as I like to think of it. They weren't my real family. Not my birth family. But they were all I got. My twin sister, Rosalie, got knocked up and ran away with Emmett McCarty 2 months ago. I disowned her as my sister as soon as she did that.
Maria wrapped her arms around me but I pushed her away. "What the hell are you doing here? I told you – clearly – before I went into rehab that I'm starting over. A fresh start. We broke up six weeks ago. Don't you remember?"
"Silly Jasper," She patted my blonde hair. "I knew you would say this when you got home. But just watch, your gonna be running back to me in about 2 days. Just watch."
"You'll be surprised. Now get outta here." Maria put her head down and started crying before making her way out the door. What a drama queen. She's been like that for as long as I could remember. Not falling in love with anyone, just becoming an obsessive stalker and making up her own emotions. I don't know why I even agreed to date her.
"Jasper," My "mom," Esme - who had just walked in - said, "Be nice to her! Poor girl, she's missed you. Tell her your sorry when you see her again."
"No, mom. I told her clearly that I want to start over. Everything about me now is new." I picked up my stuff and went upstairs to my room to unpack.
It was nice to be home. Not that Schick-Shadel was a bad place but who likes being in rehab? Besides me, the whole thing was my idea. I really needed to clean myself up. I was into meth really hard after my parents died when I was 15, two years ago. Then a year ago the Cullens took me and Rosalie in as out foster parents. They're such nice people and I was hurting them by doing drugs. And then Rosalie got pregnant and ran off with that Emmett freak that I use to be friends with. It made me sick that I continued to hurt the Cullens after my sister left so I suggested that I go into rehab. I even promised that I would start over. Everything would be perfect about me.
"Welcome home, Jasper," My foster brother, Edward said to me from his bedroom with the door open when I got to the top of the stairs. Usually he has his door shut but then I noticed his girlfriend, Bella, was in his room with him. If you ask me, I'd say that Edward's the one who needs the rehab. He calls Bella "his own personal brand of heroin." Love sick puppies.
"Hey, Edward. Hey, Bella." I replied. I really didn't want to talk.
Once I got into my room, I unzipped my suitcase and dumped everything out on the bed. Part of me wanted to throw everything away and buy new stuff. Everything I had reminded me too much of my former life. Old Jasper. Ha! Maybe I should give myself a nickname. Like Jazz or something. That sounded innocent enough, but still not like someone pulled from the Civil War like Jasper.
While going through my stuff (and throwing have of everything away) I decided that maybe I could change my image from emo to something else. Maybe skater? Nah, their into drugs, right? And I know I said this a million times but that's not what I wanna be like. Or maybe I could go completely opposite and start shopping at Holister or whatever. I really don't care. Since I'm starting a new book of my life I'm gonna take what's gonna happen and be ok with it.
When I was done with my clothes, I thought a shower would be a good idea. maybe later I would go to Port Angeles and apply for a job.
When I was finished and had gotten dressed, there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"It's open," I called.
"Technically," Edwards voice said from the other side, "it's closed."
"Whatever. You can come in."
The door opened and there was Edward with Bella hand intertwined with his. Them two are seriously like a package deal. If you ask for one you'd get the other as well.
"Bella and I are going to Angela Weber's Graduation party. Wanna come?" Edward asked.
"I dunno… I'm trying to start over and not go to parties anymore. Ya know?"
"Common," Bella urged. "It will be innocent. Her parents will be there and stuff."
I rolled my eyes. Going to a party – even a harmless one like this – will probably be a lot more fun then whatever it is I'll do here. "Ok, whatever."