Hello everyone! Fair warning, this is my first Fan Fiction so I am not quite sure how good it will be. I really hope you don't hate it. I know this storyline isn't very original, but I figured I would put my own personal touch to it. So, have fun reading!
Disclaimer: If I owned the Twilight Saga, I sure as hell wouldn't be writing on this site.
Crazy Train- Ozzy Osbourne
I rolled my eyes at the guys who were subtly-note the sarcasm-checking me out as I made my way down the plane's long aisle in search of my seat. It would be one thing to be looked at as if you were a piece of meat by someone you might consider dating, but it's another story when it's by arrogant assholes.
I finally found my seat and hoisted my suitcase into the overhead compartment. I grabbed my iPod and stuck the large earphones over my head, music always calmed my nerves.
Today I would be going back to hell. Okay I might be acting a little melodramatic, but if you held the same memories I held from there you wouldn't blame me.
Sorry, I can see how I might be a little confusing, I tend to confuse people often. Hell, I tend to confuse myself often, but I can't help it if my brain doesn't work the same as other people's. It's like everyone else's brains are tuned to F.M. while mine's on A.M.
Sorry, I'm rambling now, I tend to do that often as well, especially if I'm nervous.
Okay I guess I'll start from the beginning so I can get you up to speed. The parental units were high-school sweethearts, they got married right out of high-school, my mom got knocked up and had me. There was trouble in paradise, so they got divorced when I was about four. They decided that I should live with Charlie, since he is more parental material than Renee. All is right with the world.
Then the fifth grade began. You might be wondering, 'Hey, is this chick crazy? Who hates the fifth grade?'. Well I won't lie about the crazy thing, but there is a lot wrong with the fifth grade. The fifth grade is the year where all the girls decide that they need to look like Barbie's. They start messing around with the clothes, and the hair, and the face-paint.
Fifth grade is also when I started to realize that I was different. I didn't feel any need to mess around with that stuff. I liked myself just how I was. Well apparently, the whole school decided that different wasn't good. And I blame one person.
Edward fucking Cullen.
He made it his mission in life to make fun of me in every way possible. Eventually the whole school started shunning me and treating me like a fucking pariah. I was the freaky loser that had no friends. I of course blame others too, but most people just ignored me. He and his siblings and their best friends the Hales took their jokes way too far.
Here, since I'm already stuck in this reverie, I'll explain them too.
I'll start with the Cullen's. Alice Cullen was about four-feet tall, and thin to the extreme. Think pixie. Well I should rephrase that, think evil pixie. She pretty much stayed focused on making fun of my appearance, like my hair and clothes. I couldn't go one day without being called a no-style-loser from her.
Then there was Emmet Cullen. He looked like an over-sized grizzly bear, even in the fifth grade. He was just as mean too. He loved to make fun of my inability to walk across a clear, flat surface without falling on my face. It's safe to say that one of his favorite hobbies was to trip me and then make jokes saying that I had 'Klutzamania'. Clearly not the brightest of the bunch, but I digress.
Onto the Hales.
Rosalie Hale. Think the epitome of beauty, and then multiply it by a million. She was gorgeous and she knew it. She, like Alice, loved picking on my appearance. She took every opportunity she was given to make sure that I knew I was plain and nothing special. When standing next to her, I felt like a McDonald's hamburger patty being compared to a Sirloin steak.
Jasper Hale was Rosalie's twin brother, and equally as beautiful. If I had to pick a lesser of the five evils, I'd pick Jasper. Don't get me wrong, he never did anything to help me or ever tell them to stop, but he also never tried to make it harder on me. He just kind of treated me like I wasn't there. And as fucked up as it sounds to be treated like I didn't exist, I appreciated it.
They were all gorgeous, they were all rich, and they all despised me. I mean they never actually said those exact words out loud, but I just got the assumption.
But who knows, you know what they say when you assume things.
So they basically made my life a living hell from fifth grade till about the summer before Freshman year.
One day at the Cullen annual end of summer barbecue that Charlie made me attend, they took things too far. I remember crying for the rest of the night and the whole next day. I realized that the taunting and the bullying needed to stop, so I had a long talk with my dad, and we decided that moving to Arizona with Renee would be my best option.
I hated them all. Not particularly because of what they did to me. I could handle it. I've always danced to the beat of the little drummer(He prefers the name Brian) that lives in my head. I hated them because of what they did to Charlie. I was all Charlie had, and I knew it killed him to know that I was being hurt and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
I swear if I ever see them again I'll-
No need to leave my happy place. As if I had a happy place to leave. My best friend James calls me snarky and sarcastic, but I don't see it.
Anyway, I will be returning to my very own personal form of purgatory today. I miss Charlie and I'm all he has. And to be honest, I don't have anything keeping me back in Phoenix. Besides James that is, but that's a moot point because he'll be moving down here soon too.
You could say that I've changed a lot over the past couple of years. I'm not the same young girl who just wanted to fit in. James helped a lot with that. In the words of whoever was first to speak them, you have to love me or leave me.
James was the first person I met in Phoenix and he was so open about himself and his sexuality, I realized he was the kind of friend I wanted. Not to sound too clichéd, but James is my soul brother. We understand each other's fucked up sense of humor and suit each others mean-spirited personalities.
I was too caught up in my own thoughts to notice that the flight attendant with the fake smile was trying to get my attention.
"I'm sorry what?" I asked politely.
"We are going to be taking off soon, would you please put on your seat belt?" I didn't appreciate the impatient tone and body language she used.
I know I could've just let it go and made her life a hell of a lot easier, but I wouldn't be me if I did that.
"Is this seat belt fireproof?"
"Well I don't-"
"So if I accidentally catch myself on fire, assume they're fireproof like they should be and don't unbuckle it, then what? I just die because you can't tell me the basic facts on these seatbelts?" I questioned.
"I'm sorry miss-" she started again but I cut her off.
"And is it baby proof?"
"I don't understand your question, but I think-"
"You think. You should know. I am just worried about my own personal safety and the welfare of my being and you can't answer these simple questions? What about the insurance policy on these seat belts, can you tell me about that?"
"You know what? You have been no help whatsoever and the sound of your voice irritates my ears. I will be writing your manager."
I think she realized that she would not win this battle because she just turned around and walked back into…well wherever the flight attendants go. I laughed and quickly put on my seat belt.
The pilot suddenly came over the intercom and started talking. Naturally, I didn't pay him any attention, and soon we were off.
I opened up my laptop and started working on what will be my third novel. Right after high school I decided against attending college, because school just isn't my thing. I don't believe that tests and homework can really determine one's intelligence. So one day, while I was just sitting there thinking about what I wanted to do with my life, the idea came to me. I took one of the hundreds of short-stories that I'd written and expanded it into a book. I have always loved to read and write, and I'm not the kind of person to work the typical nine to five job. I won't lie and say it was easy to get my first novel published, but it (literally and figuratively) paid off in the end.
At nineteen-years-old I've already had two books published and have one in the making. That's quite a feat if you ask me. On top of that, I have made quite the bundle off of them.
Suddenly the announcer's voice came back over the intercom and stated that we would be landing soon. I took a look out the window and sure enough, I could see the Port Angles airport in the distance. I waited a while after we landed to collect my stuff so I wouldn't be swallowed up in the mass of people.
I walked down the steps of the plane and took a deep breath.
And here. We. Go.
Well there it was. I know it was pretty boring, but I wanted you to get to know Bella some more and learn about their past. Please review and tell me if I suck. Adios.
*Revised as of June 27, 2011
P.S: The chapter titles have nothing to do with the actual content of the chapter, they just happen to be songs that make me smile.