Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Graduation Morning
The Past Misunderstanding
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the Stephenie Meyers. I do not own or claim to own them.
Chapter 1 – Graduation Morning
Beeeeeep-beeeeeep-beeeeeep. My annoying alarm clock went off across the room, forcing me to get up. I slammed my hand down on the button to turn it off. Looking into the mirror, I should be happy today, but instead I was miserable. I didn't sleep well last night, tossing and turning all night.
I would be graduating later from Yale as Valedictorian with summa cum laude honors. I would be receiving my PhD in Linguistics, at only twenty-four — one of the youngest PhD students in the history of Yale. Several companies and schools are trying to recruit me; and though I had been invited interviews by all of them, I had't come to any decisions on what I wanted to do. Not that I had to worry about money.
All I knew was that I needed a break to weigh my options carefully, and that was how I came to my decision to move back to Forks to be near my dad, Charlie. He was a Star Command officer, and during my visit last summer, he had helped me select a contractor to build me a house.
As I turned away from the mirror, I scanned my bedroom. I had almost finished packing — leaving out just a few things that I needed for the day. Charlie had arranged for some Ensigns to load the transport with my things and unload them into the garage of my new home. What I had left to put into the open boxes, could wait. But first, I desperately needed a shower.
The hot water helped to relax me. When I started washing my hair, I thought back to the last several years in Connecticut.
"Come on, Isabella," Sarah, my roommate, called. "You have to come to this frat party with me!"
"I don't know, Sarah. I really should be studying."
"That is all you do, study and study. Plus, it is Friday night. You need to take a break and live a little."
"All right, just this once, but don't introduce me as Isabella. I am Miley for tonight, all right?"
"Sure, whatever, Miley. You might as well call me Leslie."
Sarah and I had both started laughing at our nonsense.
It was the same thing every Friday; she wanted me to go to this or that party and we would have the same conversation, unless I really did have to study.
I had to laugh as I thought about all those parties. Sarah had graduated two years ago and gotten married, while I continued my education. I had gotten my undergraduate in two years, moving on to my Master's degree, while she was still working on her undergraduate. We kept in touch for a while, but after a year had lost touch.
Finishing my shower, I stepped out, toweling off before wrapping the towel around me. I blow-dried my hair and did my makeup. Going back into my bedroom, I started getting dressed, when my cell rang. Glancing at the id, Alice, I groaned. I hadn't talked to Alice since I received my Bachelor's degree four years ago, and she had been my best friend in high school. I had even dated brother.
"Hi, Alice," I said.
"Hey, Bella. I heard you're getting your PhD today."
I knew better than that; she didn't hear about it from anyone, she saw me getting the degree. "Is that so?" I questioned.
"Of course I did. I'm a little hurt that I didn't get an announcement."
"Alice, we haven't spoken in years."
"I know, silly, but that is because you've been ignoring my calls and emails."
Damn pixie, I thought. "I have been busy studying and living my life."
"If you call living your life burying your nose in a book," she teased back, but I could hear the hurt tone in her voice.
"Listen, Alice, I'm sorry I haven't talked to you or responded to your emails; it was just too hard." I knew she'd know what I was talking about.
"Still, you should have let me know." Man, she was laying the guilt on pretty hard. I didn't respond, and after a minute she went on. "So, what's next for you?"
I had carefully crafted a spell preventing her from seeing my decisions. was lying. "I really haven't given much thought to what's next. And don't need to decide until the fall anyway; might do some traveling."
"You should come to Forks for a visit."
"I don't know, Alice."
"I know Esme and Carlisle would love to see you, not to mention me and Jasper, and Emmett and Rosalie."
"I would love to see you, Alice, really I would, but I just don't know if I can handle being back in Forks."
"Then we could come and see you."
"Alice," I warned.
"I know, Bella, it's hard for you. At least send me pictures from your graduation."
"I'll think about that. I really need to finish getting ready now, Alice."
"Ok, Bella. Talk to you later."
"Bye," I said, ending the call. Sitting on the bed, I put my head in my hands. Why did I answer that call? Because you missed Alice and maybe, just maybe, you missed her brother.
She hadn't mentioned him once; a new record for her.
I heard someone knock on the door, and went to see who it was but when I opened the door, nobody was there. Glancing around to see if they were still in the hall, but saw no one. About to close the door, I looked down seeing a package addressed to me, picked it up, and took it inside. Leery about what was inside, I placed my ear to the box, hearing nothing, so placing it on the counter, slowly opening it. Looking inside, I was flabbergasted by the outfit I saw. There was a typed message lying on top that simply said, "Congratulations, Bella. Please wear this when you graduate."
I looked at the outfit again – a sleeveless electric blue silk top, black wool-cashmere blend pants, and black suede Jimmy Choo pumps. Lifting the top from the box and placed it on the counter, followed by the pants. When I looked back in the box to take out the shoes, there was another box. Inside this box was a white gold diamond and blue topaz necklace with matching earrings. I removed the shoes, and nothing else remained in the box. This was much nicer than what I had set out to wear. Placing everything carefully back into the box, carrying it into my bedroom, putting the outfit on.
A half hour later, I was ready and had finished packing all the boxes when another knock sounded at the door.
"Hey, dad," I said, opening the door.
"Wow, Bells, you look great."
"Thanks. Funny, this isn't what I planned on wearing. I received it this morning and there was no indication of who sent it."
"No." I showed him the box and simple message. "It screams Alice though, and she called me right before it was delivered."
"How is Alice?"
"A little peeved that I didn't send her an announcement. I don't know how she found out."
"I see. As to how she found out, have you forgotten about the news story the local news station did on you?"
"How can I forget when you keep bringing it up," I said, embarrassed once again that I had made the news.
"Well," he said, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. "You are national news, Bella. The whole town knows. The Mayor asked me if the town could hold a celebration for you."
"And what did you say?"
"All I told him was that I would check with you."
"So, no one knows I am moving back."
"No. Though, Esme was questioning me on the house and who was moving in."
"I told you not to hire Esme to decorate."
"I know, Bells, but she is the best. Not to mention, she was the only one available to decorate, and could have it done in the timeframe you set."
Charlie had me there. Esme was the best and could work miracles no matter how long she had.
When I still hadn't spoken, he added, "I only told her what you wanted the interior decorator to know — colors, style, and the décor you preferred."
"I know Esme is the best, but I hope she didn't figure it was all for me. How does it look?"
"Beautiful," he answered, pulling out the pictures. "These pictures don't even do it justice, but they'll give you an idea."
I quickly looked through the pictures, and Charlie was right, each room was a sight to behold. "I can't wait to see it in person."
"We had better be going. We have to meet your grandfather for brunch and then get you to the auditorium."
"Let me just grab what I need," I said as the four Ensigns came into the apartment.
"I moved what I could," I told them. "Here's the key. I've already signed everything with my landlord, and she knows you four are here. Just go to the main office, and give her the key when you are done. Thanks."
"No problem, and congratulations," one of them said as I walked out the door behind Charlie.
A/N: An Ensign is a junior rank of a commissioned officer in the armed forces of some countries, normally in the infantry or navy.
I am a big sci-fi and mythical fan — Star Trek and Charmed. Both shows inspired this story in some ways, as did Harry Potter. Other than inspiration, the actual characters from the three will not appear.