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| Alexia | Nov 21 2008, 01:38 AM Post #1 |
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White Rabbit
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The window gave a wonderful view of the runway surrounded by large puddles, something I hoped would halt the descent. The rain came down harshly against the side of the aircraft but that wouldn't stop it. I had been warned about the weather here. It was either snow or rain, I wasn't gambling for any sunshine in the near future, not that I wanted any either. The weather seemed to reflect my mood so it seemed fitting. It wasn't like those erratic rainy days up in Canada, here, rain was a custom. I felt the wheels of the plane touch the landing strip, causing me to sigh. The long dreaded arrival was here. In a mere twenty minutes, I would be off the plane and enveloped in some stranger's arms, someone claiming to be a long lost relative. Maybe my estranged relative wouldn't show up? Maybe they wouldn't actually exist and I was just going to have to find my own way around the town? Hopelessness hit. I could remember the conversation the lawyer had had and there was no possible way that anything I hoped would happen. Everything was going to go just as planned. I turned off my mp3 player, my favourite song fading into the murmured noises of people waking up. "We will be unboarding in a few minutes. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete stop. At that point, you may gather your belongings and exit the aircraft. Thank you for flying with Air USA." The intercom shut off as the activity grew within the passenger area. Parents woke up their sleeping children, single fliers began gathering their belongings which had spread across them when they'd fallen asleep and in front of me, an elderly couple were being woken up by an air stewardess. I leaned by head against the cool window, closing my eyes to block out the light that had been turned on beside me. "Elizabeth, we're here." I turned around to the voice, watching as they recoiled slightly. I wondered what I must look like to them, probably half dead. I rose from my seat, mindlessly following my watcher, as I liked to call him. He was tall, with an aged face. Lately, he always seemed to have a furrowed brow, as if he were trying to pull off the upset and worried look. I knew he probably didn't really care, he was probably all giddy inside, thinking of the big paycheck he'd be taking home after this. Money that he could then spend freely on big vacations and golf trips with his buddies all the while returning home each time to a happy family with a wife who would smile and kiss his cheek while welcoming him home and kids that would run up and hug him, excited that he'd finally returned from his work trip. "Thank you for flying with Air USA. Thank your for..." The stewardess repeated the same farewell as each passenger left the plane. As we passed I tuned her out, something I was very good at. The rest of the walk seemed like a blur as we passed through the busy airport to the meeting place. "Hello." The man beside me greeted another man. "Ah, hello. Rodney was it?" The man beside me nodded grimly ,trying to keep up the act. I looked at the man Rodney spoke to. He was older, probably about 40 or so but I wasn't very good with guessing ages in the first place. His hair was only just beginning to turn white, creating a very light hint of silver throughout his hair. His face was aged gracefully but there was still a hint of youth hidden away. He also came off as a little awkward, as if he wasn't comfortable with the situation. "My condolences. It's a hard time to have to do this." Rodney kept up his appearance as the man nodded, his body seemingly tired from the sleepless nights he must have gone through. Rodney continued ,each word seeming like a stab to the poor man whom I barely knew. "This is Elizabeth." The man turned and looked at me, recoiling when he caught my gaze. His reaction seemed different than the others but I couldn't place why. He gathered himself together again. "Hello Elizabeth, my name is Charlie Swan." He seemed taken aback when he looked at me still. I didn't respond, instead I stared straight ahead. "She's had a rough journey. She hasn't talked much since..." Thankfully, Charlie nodded before Rodney could finish. I didn't want to hear about it again. They spoke quietly for the next few minutes but it seemed to drag on for hours. Finally, Rodney left, claiming he had to catch his flight back in twenty minutes. Charlie said his farewells then walked noiselessly beside me. He carried my luggage as we piled into the police cruiser. He must be a police officer I thought to myself. The ride to his house was silent as the rain pelted the vehicle. The weather hadn't let up at all. Every so often, the sound of another car on the road would rush by, a water trail following after it. I didn't look a him, I just stared out the window silently. We arrived at the house and I stepped out into the pouring rain. It was cold and my clothes were almost instantly soaked, it felt nice. Charlie once again grabbed my luggage as we made for the door. He fumbled for his keys for a moment before finding the right one and shoving it into the handle. The door creaked open as we stepped through the doorway and into the front hall. We took off our shoes, hanging our coats up in the closet to dry. In the first few moments of walking in, I could see boxes piled up everywhere. "Just ignore the mess. We're in the middle of moving. We're moving our things from the old house in Forks. The bigger things are coming over next weekend" I tried to ignore it, the use of we. He could have meant his own possible family or he could've been referring to the both of us. I hoped it was the first. I didn't want to be a part of a new family, I wanted mine back, the one that had been ripped away from me by that- My thoughts were cut short as someone entered through the door, or rather two people. I looked at them, my eyes blank, no expression. I didn't dislike them but I rather felt nothing toward them. Not much could pull me away from thoughts of them these days... "Elizabeth, this is Sue and our daughter Leah." An odd look came over my face. I never remembered a relative named Leah before. Then again I barely remembered Charlie ever being mentioned. I was pretty sure my cousin's name was Isabella. Before I could say anything, which I wouldn't have anyways, I was swept into a warm embrace. It was full of caring, caring for this stranger Sue had never met before. It was endearing but it reminded me of my mother's hug. I shied away from her, looking away from the pain I knew was showing on her face. "Let me show you your room. You can meet Seth and Jacob later." Charlie grumbled from behind me. I turned and followed him up the stairs to the second bedroom on the right. He set a few of my bags on the floor near the dresser as I dropped my smaller bag on the bed. He didn't say much before leaving me to my own devices, which I didn't mind to much. This wasn't exactly the type of situation I wanted to be in. I sat on the bed, staring out the window. The rain was still coming down but it had calmed slightly over the course of the trip to the new house. I sighed. This wasn't just the beginning of a new house, this was the beginning of a new life, one I didn't want any part of. I laid back on my new bed, squirming from the unfamiliarity of it. At some point, my eyelids began to droop until I'd drifted off to sleep. |
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| Kallima | Nov 21 2008, 02:28 PM Post #2 |
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Butterfly
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"I Hate Forks though Daddy. Why do we have to live there?" My musical voice carried to the front of the vehicle, Where my father sat staring impatiently at the gridlock traffic. Nothing angered a Vampire more then traffic. At least in my fathers case. So spending the last three hours of our lives....existence rather, sat on the Lewiston Niagara boarder crossing, was enough to have him drumming little dents into the steering wheel as we waited. His eyes shifted, in such a way that would look nervous to most, from car to car judging the space between them. No doubt he would lurch the car into any possible space he saw. I watched in the mere second it took him to contemplate all this. He seemed to decide against it after a look at my sleeping mothers form. "Were going to meet up with another coven." Of course he would give such an answer. Quick and simple, as if to tell me this was the end of our argument. It was not going to be over for a while. I rolled my eyes and stared out the blackened window. It was the same as a window in a limousine. That way Dad would never be thrown into the sun with strangers around. It was a sunny day. I couldnt help myself. And I didn't glitter like he did. I rolled the window down and let the cool air consume the car. My face tilted toward the sunshine. It reminded me of the previous morning. We had been camping somewhere in northern Ontario. Then Mom had insisted we see Niagara Falls before we leave. In all our travels she had never seen it. We had left just three hours and sixteen...seventeen minutes ago. "But daddy its rainy in forks. I want to live somewhere sunny! So does Mom..." I could hear the thoughts swirling around my mothers head. Her dreams were somewhat incoherent but I could still make out her longing for sun, and warmth. August was surprisingly cold in this country. And we had been even further north all summer. In Alaska. With the Denali Coven. "I know. But Its better this way. And you'll get to be with another girl like you. Renesmee Cullen." Yeah. This was all about me. Daddy wanted me to be around Humans. And that other Half Human, half Vampire girl. Renesmee? It was a strange name. Unlike Mine. Sophia. How ordinarily Plain. The car started inching forward, the last minute seeming like forever, and we were lined up to be spoken to. If it continued like this, it would be five more agonizing minutes before we presented our passports. Time to wake mom up. I shifted quickly in my seat, and reached forward to shake her awake. Her skin was cool to my touch. Not as cool as Daddy's but still a dramatic temperature change. I waited a moment, reading her dream, making sure she wouldn't be upset if I disrupted it. I shook her arm lightly. I heard her breathing become uneven, and I knew her eyes would open within the second. "Mom you need to wake up so we can get across the boarder." I spoke the words not aloud, but in my head, and my mothers as well. She stirred awake looking around in the process. Her eyes rested on me lounged across the back seat of the car. When her eyes had opened i returned to my former position. I had a multitude of things spread out across the seat. The notebook computer was at my feet near the other door, i had several books strewn on the seat, floor and on the back of the seat under the window, a small pile of garbage from lunch strewn around, and a steel water bottle half full blood. She smiled when she saw the wrappers from a fast food restaurant we had stopped at earlier. She had insisted that no more hunting trips be made until we got settled in Forks. That meant no Blood. It angered me. I didn't much like human food. Sure it filled me and I survived on it, but that did not mean I must eat it. But Mom always got what she wanted. And Daddy could go two weeks without having to hunt. So it was I who had to endure burgers and fries. Gross. The car inched up a few more times. My mother was now speaking to my father, unwrapping her own food. Dad made sure his human bride ate at regular intervals. I tuned them out and occupied myself with listening to the thoughts of the people in the cars around us, staring out the windows as I did so. Many were staring. Either at me or the car. One man was wondering aloud who was in the front seat of the car. One boy was hoping we would stop On the other side for a bathroom break so he could get a chance to talk to me. One girl was amusing herself with the thought of our car getting pulled over and searched by the dogs. I sighed and looked at the still three cars ahead of us. It was going to be a long day. And I wasn't looking forward to its rainy end. |
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| Alexia | Nov 24 2008, 11:12 PM Post #3 |
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White Rabbit
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I awoke in the morning, a sickening smell wafting in through the doorway. The door was closed so at first I was confused. In the next moment I had realized what was going on. Somebody had put a plate of food on the nearby desk. It was a nice thought...something very similar to what my mom would have... I slowly got out of bed, my body feeling ten times heavier than normal. I wanted nothing more than to stay in the bed forever. The only problem with that plan was the disgusting smell of food circling around my room. Food wasn't normally like this to me, it was just lately. The smell was unappetizing, sometimes even revolting. I picked up the plate of food, remembering something Charlie had shown me yesterday quickly. Down the stairs and into the kitchen. There it was. I scraped the food off the plate and into the compost bin. They probably wouldn't notice. Back upstairs in my room I downed the water and another one after that. I had an insatiable thirst. No matter how much I drank, I couldn't quench it. I threw my hair up into a ponytail and began unpacking my things. The first thing I pulled out was a teddy bear my dad had given me when I was five. He had gotten it for me when I had my tonsils taken out. I stopped there, unwilling to delve any further into the memories that hurt. I pulled a pair of clothes from another bag and held them in front of me. I smelt them. I put them down and picked up a few more things but they all smelt like home. I couldn't go near them. I ended up curled up on the bed, staring out the window. Time passed by as thoughts flew in and out of my head. At some point, I took in a deep breath but my breath caught in my chest. I tried to breathe deeply again but the pain returned. For the next little while I breathed shallowly until the pain resided. There were sounds in the house occasionally but guessing by the note I'd found, they were moving things from the old house today. At some points I could hear Sue or Leah talking, distinct by their feminine and higher pitched voices and sometimes I could hear a softer more masculine voice, most likely Charlie, but the voices that caught me the most were the younger, deeper male voices. Two distinct voices. I'd never heard them before. Movers perhaps? I considered a few things over the day and luckily no one came to bother me. Eventually I wandered into the bathroom and refilled my water only to down it again. Sometime between staring out the window and staring at the wall, Leah came up, knocking softly on the door. She didn't say a word but offered me a plate of food. I looked at the food before my nose crinkled in disgust. Leah thankfully realized I didn't want to eat and silently left. I could hear her making up some excuse downstairs to Charlie. He must have cooked. I wasn't sure what time it was. My alarm clock had reset at some point during the day and I didn't have a watch to reset it. Instead of worrying about it like I normally would have, I returned to my staring. This time it was at the ceiling. Staring off in the distance seemed to be the only thing I didn't hate doing lately. |
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| Kallima | Nov 25 2008, 09:01 PM Post #4 |
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Butterfly
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The rest of the day was thoroughly uneventful. The most interesting thing that happened was that the car got searched at the border crossing. Trust the border police to bring the dogs to our car. They smelled my fathers scent, and whimpered. Cowering from the car was a good enough tip off that something was up. The little blonde in the red convertible got her wish. I couldnt help but be angered by her as she watched our car be cleaned out of all our things. Lucky I remembered to grab the water bottle before I stepped out of the car. That would be a hard one to explain. It was easier to convince them it was water if I were drinking it. Back on the road again, I curled myself up under a blanket, with a book. By the time we reached Forks, I had reread all ten books I had brought. With a sigh I looked to the horizon, watching the dim light of the hidden sun set. It could have been beautiful, if not for the downpour of rain that clouded over the sky. I hated my life. The sky vanished as we drove along a forest path. Within the second we had parked out front a large and abandoned house. The Cullens weren't even here. We had driven all day, and left Alaska behind for a coven that was no longer here. I really hated my life. "We'll wait out the night. If they don't arrive by morning, then we can follow the trail." I rolled my eyes yet again that day. Just like dad. If they weren't here, he would go looking for them all. Once his mid was set on something, it was hard to convince him otherwise. I wandered away, taking in the forest around the home. We did not dare enter, though the doors were unlocked. It was out of respect. Who wanted people snooping through their things? Certainly not I. I sifted through the different scents in my mind. Nine of them. No....Ten. Eleven Twelve. Three smelled distinctly of earthworms, wet fur, and mud. Gross. One was Carlisle's. I knew his scent. Then there was another that was not fully vampire, but not completely human. This one must belong to Renesmee. The girl my dad told me about who was just like me. My wanders took me around the house several times, and off into the forest. I ran following the scents through the town. The store...hospital...a little white house....the school. Clearly these Cullens were not new to Forks. The trails they left went all over the place, and I amused myself for hours following them all. Absurdly enough, they stopped in a fine line where the smell of earthworms, wet fur, and mud was strongest. As if there were a boundary line. Interesting. If only I could figure out what it belonged to. I turned back, and headed to the house. Halfway back I began to slow. I should have slept in the car. I was tired, falling asleep while I ran. I slowed to a walk when i reached the river that passed by the house. The rain still pounded down, and I was soaked with it. But I didn't care. I was too tired to care. I noticed immediately that my mother was fast asleep when I rounded the side of the house. She had taken the entire back seat of the car. Took my blanket too. I frowned and looked around, almost helplessly at my dad. He was leaning on the railing, on the top step of the porch. He looked so cool, and relaxed sitting there like the statue he was. I sluggishly walked up the steps and crawled into his lap. The good thing about him being a vampire, was that I could never get too big for this. He was too strong to be bothered by it. I liked that. I snuggled closer, burying my face in his shirt, and swiftly drifted to sleep. I was in the car when I woke. We were moving down a forested highway. I felt a sudden rush of hope, that was gone the instant I looked out the window. It was still raining. We couldn't have left Forks. But we could be. I sat up, and leaned forward. Mom was awake and rapidly for her, flipping through the radio channels. She stopped at an indie station, changed her mind and kept surfing. I looked at dad, who was surprisingly focused on driving, and sifted through his thoughts. "Port Angeles? Why Port Angeles?" He laughed for a moment and recalled what had happened earlier that day. Just how long had I been sleeping? The Cullens had returned near ten. Dad had spoken with Carlisle. Carlisle said they were moving down to Port Angeles. They weren't able to return to forks for another five to ten years. There were only three other people with Carlisle. Dad hadn't focused much on them, because at that point mom had chosen to wake up. I was still fast asleep during all of this, hidden away in dad's shirt. "Oh. Damn. I was hoping we could get away from the rain." I slumped back in my seat and stared out the window again. The car slowed as the tiny city came into view. We must be getting close to the hotel. It would take dad a day to get a house. Then we would be stuck. Well. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. |
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| Alexia | Nov 26 2008, 12:56 PM Post #5 |
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White Rabbit
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I got up from the bed, finally deciding on something to do. A walk seemed like a good idea an the rain pouring down outside only made it better. I threw on a dry sweater and slowly walked out of my room. I took in my surroundings with a small amount of shock. I hadn't really seen the house before and now I was realizing how big it actually was. There were three or four bedrooms on the second floor alone along with two bathrooms. On the main floor were the standard rooms. I ventured into the basement for a few moments, curious as to what was actually down there. I found a few more bedrooms and suddenly began to wonder how many people were living here, or raher going to be. So far I'd only heard of a few. There was Charlie, Sue, Leah, some guy named Jacob, another guy named Seth, and...me. The amount of people tallied in my head clearly did not equal the amount of bedrooms. I walked back upstairs and ventured into the kitchen. It was huge. No, the word huge didn't even give it justice. It looked like a commercial kitchen, they could probably feed an army with the sheer capacity of it all. Once the shock of the kitchen had passed me, I headed back into the living room intent on getting to the front door. The amount of boxes had tripled since the day before, however it seemed like they still weren't done. The truck was gone from the driveway meaning they were off to get more boxes. I could even tell who had packed some of the boxes. The medium sized ones were packed with a very organized method and there were locations scrawled in legible handwriting acorss the cardboard. These ones were probably packed by Charlie. Smaller boxes that were packed very neatly with neat handwriting on them were most likely packed by Sue. The boxes marked with 'Do Not Touch' were probably Leah's. Some of the boxes looked thrown together, as if someone had just picked up a pile of things from their floor and dropped them in the box, they were probably packed by the mystery gang. I found my shoes buried behind a tower of boxes. I placed them on my feet, my nose scrunching in disgust as my socks became instantly soaked. They had obviously not dried yet. I wouldn't give them a chance to either. The rain poured down on me as soon as I passed the deck. I stopped however, realizing they might wonder where I was when they got back. I dashed back inside to write a note to Charlie and Sue on teh back of the note they'd left me earlier. In the living room, I found the piece of paper with a note already written on the back. Elizabeth, We won't be back until late. We have to go out of town to pick a few things up. There's food in the fridge if you're hungry. Sue That was easy though I wondered why they were leaving so many notes for me. They wouldn't be back for awhile so I had free reign until then. I went back outside, this time grabbing a light jacket from the couch. It would do no good to get a cold, that might make them worry about me more than necessary. The rain felt good pouring down on me. The jacket was pointless in the end. The rain soaked through it before I'd even left the driveway. I glanced around, wondering which way I'd walk. Down to the right was a larger building, way down past the houses. It looked like a church or possibly a school, I wasn't sure. Most likely an elementary school guessing by the size. It was pretty big but only a bit bigger than the schools I'd seen back ho- in the past. To the left was a long line of houses but in the far distance, I could see something resembling trees, possibly a forest. Walking where there weren't a lot of people seemed like the best option so I turned to the left and began walking. In my haste to leave a note, I'd forgotten my mp3 player in the house so the walk seemed to last forever before I reached the treeline. The sign nearby warned of unkept walkways but that didn't bother me. My feet were soon pounding against the forest floor, splashing through puddles as mud splattered my pants. It felt good to let go but it soon became something more. Something about the forest allowed me to think about my parents without being overly sad. Things made sense a little bit and that made me stop on the spot. I layed down on the ground, tired from running. My breaths were deep and laboured. I didn't want to understand what had happened with my parents. I didn't want to get rid of the guilty feeling, it made everything seem right. If I started smiling, laughing, having fun, it'd be like tempting the devil. I wasn't allowed to have fun...no, I didn't deserve it. The rain softly hit my face, rolling down my cheeks before dripping to the wet ground. I closed my eyes, listening to the rain in the trees. Every so often I could hear a bird calling or faintly hear a car in the distance. I tried not to think, just listen. Some time later, I opened my eyes again as a chill ran over my body. I was soaked to the bone and was beginning to get cold. Rising up, I tried to figure out which way I'd come from. It had been a bad idea to run blindly through an unfamiliar forest I discovered very quickly. I walked for a few minutes it seemed until I discovered a footprint. I matched it with my own shoe and followed it backwards towards the exit. What seemed like hours later, I was finally out of the forest and halfway down the street. It was still raining but above I could hear thunder and lightening. The sky was dark but I wasn't sure if that was because t was late or because of the storm clouds hovering above. I chose to believe it was a little of bot so I quickened my pace home. I swung open the front door to find no one home yet which was a relief. I probably looked like a drowned rat. My muddy shoes were chucked to the side, near the vent, to dry. I took off the jacket and wrung it out on the deck before hanging it on the closet door to dry. There weren't any hangers in the closet yet. I was about to roll up the bottom of my pants when I heard the door open behind me. I jumped and fell backwards into a pile of boxes. Nothing sounded like it broke so I got up with a small breath of relief. A strange boy walked in and stared at me. The first thing I noticed was his sheer size. I was a good 5'7" tall but this boy towered me. He had to be at least 6' tall with a lot of inches added. His skin was very tanned, strange based on the fact that it seemed to rain alot around here from what Rodney had told me in his 'briefing'I liked to call it. His hair was dark and short but it seemed to suit his rugged appearance. He gave off a rugged but majestic air, aside from the small bit of playfulness I seemed to notice. "Hi, I'm Nathan. I..." He seemed to struggle with words for a moment then looked like he changed the topic altogether. "I was asked to come check up on you." He looked up and down at me and sighed slightly. "Well, you better get changed before you catch a cold. Do you have any dry clothes?" I thought back to my bag upstairs and realized I had been stupid. I'd only packed a few articles of clothing in my carry-on. The rest was coming with my other things tommorrow. I shook my head and looked away. "Well then. I guess we'll have to find you some clothes. Let's see here...who's would be the closest to your size? And that wouldn't kill me if I leant out their clothes? Sue is not the same body type, Leah would..., Jacob's are huge, maybe Seth's old clothes? They're pretty small." He dug through a few messy looking boxes before pulling out a pair of jeans and a large sweater and t-shirt. He looked at them for a moment before nodding contently and tossing them to me. "These should work for now, I'll explain to Seth later. Now quickly, go change before you catch a cold!" He shuffled me out of the entranceway. I went up to my room and changed into the dry clothes. Maybe the gentle giant would be gone when I was done? No such luck. When I went downstairs, he'd put a plate of food in the microwave for me. I sighed and began to think of how to get rid of it without upsetting him or tipping him off to the fact that I wasn't eating. My appetite had still not returned. |
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| Kallima | Dec 7 2008, 09:20 PM Post #6 |
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Butterfly
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The tarp had gone up as soon as Tanya and Kate had parked the moving trucks. They were huge. Easily the size of a transport. Each. Knowing Tanya, they were transports. one was in the driveway, a plank or two of wood connecting to the front deck, while the other was parked on the street in front of the house next door. The car was parked out front our new house. It was a pretty house. My mom fell in love with it during the house hunt three days ago. Now it was ours. I rummaged through the back of the truck. I had been hiding out in there all morning. Passing my mom a box, I concentrated on a thought two houses down and across the street. Two. No three boys. Seventeen. Playing football on the muddy lawn. Two girls were sitting on the veranda watching them, protected from the rain. It didn't seem as bad today. They were waiting to see who was moving in. The sisters next door were sitting on their own porch. Triplets. They too were curiously waiting to see who their neighbors were. My father had a hood over his head, my mother was holding an umbrella, directing traffic and carrying small boxes herself, and Tanya and Kate were letting their hair fall in front of their faces. Nobody was catching a good glimpse. I myself kept out of sight in the truck. It smelled good. Not like damp earth. I would have to get used the that smell. There were a few more. Mostly...no all teenagers. Parents were out for the day. At work, doing errands. Whatever. School still had not started. So they were all home for the day. Lucky me. "Are we almost done with this truck?" I asked. It was after noon. we had been at this since seven this morning. Annoyed the neighbors. We could have been done, but with all the watching eyes, we took care to do things at a normal human speed. Slow. Like molasses in January. Any slower and we would be going backwards. "Nearly. I can take those three boxes in, and Katie can take three more. then your dad will most likely take five. Then your teddy bear is in the front seat, and the last box your mom can get. right?" Trust Tanya to note my annoyance, and suggest finishing the moving process quickly. I nodded and handed her and Kate a few boxes each. Dad came and took the five heaviest boxes in the truck, and left my mom with the last one. The lightest one. I heard the rain lighten, and cease completely, within the next five minutes. I heard sounds of a tarp being crumpled, and soon a giant blue mass of material found its way into the back of the truck. I pushed around it and jumped out. My teddy bear was there to meet me already, having been rescued from the front seat by Kate. The bear was the size of a small toddler, and softer then anything I had ever felt. My dad had gotten it for me when I was born. I loved it. I rushed inside while I was still hidden from the neighborhood teens and put my bear away in my room. I had the second biggest room in the house, and a bathroom all to myself. There used to be four bedrooms on the top floor, however after my father had been through the previous two days, there were only two rooms. One was my parents, and one was mine. I ventured in, knowing what it would be. The entire room was white, with a stripe of gold on the bottom and top of the wall. I wrinkled my nose as the paint fumes overwhelmed me. Of course. Dad had only painted yesterday. I had the entire front of the house, so all four windows along the wall pointed to the front. There was a third window on one side wall, and a bathroom on the other. An addition of a giant sky light had been added in the previous days as well. My bed was a queen sized gold four post frame that stood in the center of the room. Connected to the bed was a white and gold canopy. The bottom layer of the canopy was white mesh that billowed out around the bed. The top layer was a gold silk that decorated the top of the canopy and came down in a draped fashion at the posts of the bed. The bedspread was also white, with gold trim, that matched the pillows and sheets. The floor of the room was a light pine as was every other piece of furniture in the room. The bathrooms decor was nearly identical to the bedroom. White with gold. I smiled a little as I watched the way the light caught and bounced all over my brand new bedroom. After putting my teddy bear down on my bed, I raced back down the stairs and outside. Tanya and Kate were leaving. Kate was anxious to get back to Garrett, and it wasn't until then I was surprised Garrett had not come along. We hugged our goodbyes, and watched the trucks take off down the street. Once out of sight of nosy humans, the distinct sound of two speeding truck engines could be heard. My father laughed along with me, as my mom busied herself with pulling the car into the driveway. We watched her get out of the car, still smiling. She looked up at the house, a look of accomplishment on her face. "This is it. Were home!" It was hard not to be excited by her excitement. I laughed a little and went inside with my parents. Meeting the neighbor kids could wait. we still had a tiny bit of unpacking to do. |
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| Alexia | Dec 8 2008, 01:35 PM Post #7 |
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White Rabbit
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The next few days seemed to fall into place like every other day, boring and uneventful, filled with regret. I woke up and tossed the food like usual, this time flushing it instead of dumping it in the compost. Everyone was in today so I was careful not to walk past them or even talk to them. I went back to my room and picked up my journal. In the bathroom, I sat on the counter, writing yet another entry. Almost everyday I'd written in this book for the past year or so. The cover was worn, a dirty sky blue with silver embossing across it in swirling patterns. My writing was everywhere on it saying many different things and in a few different languages as well. The last entry I noticed had been earlier in the morning, about 5am. I couldn't even remember writing it but there it was. I ignored it and began to write about what I'd seen out my bedroom window earlier. Two uge moving trucks across the street and last night I'd seen moving trucks going down the street to another house somewhere down the street. The trucks had turned before I could see which house though. They weren't very interesting pieces of information but I liked to write small details in my journal in case they became big things one day. I stood from the counter because my leg was going numb but I quickly realized that was a bad idea. Suddenly, everything was white and I was off balance, seemingly headed toward teh ground but I hit a wall. I'd been going forward, not downward. I desperately tried to make it to my bedroom, using the walls for support. I didn't care who saw me at this point because I could barely even see where I was going. Somehow I made it to my bed before everything faded. Sometime later, I awoke, feeling a tiny bit better. I reached for my journal only to find it not there. Strange, I'd put it there earlier before taking it to the bathroom. I quickly got up and ran for the washroom. It wasn't there. I looked around, it wasn't anywhere! I panicked and went to go downstairs. On the first step, I wobbled and grabbed the rail. It didn't bother me too much, nothing was quite as important as finding my journal. Then I saw it...and her. Leah was sitting on the couch, the journal in her lap. When she saw me she quickly hid it behind her but not quickly enough. I had the insane urge to punch her out, whether or not I had enough strength, I wasn't sure. Leah looked much more muscular than me. I wasn't thinking straight though. I began to half run down the stairs, another bad idea. I was full of them today apparently. My legs buckled underneath me and the world started spinning. "Eliza-" It was the last thing I heard. My eyes fluttered open to meet the beautiful golden eyes of the man bending over me, concern flooding the beautiful orbs. I blurrily looked around, trying to get a hold of what was going on. There were quite a few people in the room. I guessed it was the living room based on the fact there was a couch underneath me and I recognized the fireplace. Something cold touched my chest. "Breath in deeply," The voice was calming and sweet, almost like liquid sugar. Was it possible for someone to talk like liquid sugar? An image popped up in my mind, making me laugh silently. I followed the man's orders, figuring he was a doctor. There was a stethoscope pressed to me I realized. I must've fainted or something. "And breath out slowly." The doctor had a dissatisfied look on his face when I did as he asked. My eyes wandered, catching a certain pair of dark eyes. It took me a moment to recognize the owner, Leah. It took me another moment to realize why she looked guilty. I glared at her as best I could through the slight blur still covering my eyes. She looked away in shame. "Has she been eating lately?" The man near me asked. I looked away from Leah just in time to catch Charlie's concerned nod. "She looks unnaturely thin right now." That's because I'm never hungry, I thought. Why eat when you're not hungry? "No, she hasn't been. No appetite." I put my hands to my head, trying to get rid of the unnatural feeling of my mind being raked internally. It was not something I'd ever felt before and neither did I really like it. The man near me gave me a worried look. I moved my hands back down, tolerating the feeling for now. It wasn't painful, I just didn't like it. "Well, that answers that question." The man spoke again. "But then where has the food been going? The plate is always empty when I grab it." Sue spoke, I guessed. I was right. She moved forward and leaned over the back of the couch. 'In the compost, down the toilet, in the garbage, outside' I thought to myself again. I liked answering people's questions when they couldn't hear me, it made it more fun. The feeling came back again. "She hasn't been eating it, she's been getting rid of it." The feeling was extremely annoying this time. And whoever was speaking, the red haired boy, or was it orange, I wanted to find out how they knew all this. I focused on it, my annoyance growing until the feeling stopped. I relaxed, content that the feeling was gone but curious to know what it was. "Goodness, Elizabeth honey, you need to eat. Should I go make her something now?" Sue asked, worried. The man shook his head. "Don't worry, Sue, Bella will go make something for her." He turned his head to look at the girl behind him. She barely looked older than me. "Liquid only, ok? I'm afraid she won't be able to eat solid foods for a day or so." The girl rushed off to the kitchen. I looked around the room when the girl 'Bella' left. Everyone was very goodlooking, annoyingly so. They were the type of people everyone wished to be like. Except me. I didn't really care too much about my looks though I'd been told I was pretty before. They all matched on a pretty scale except three people. Nathan and Leah, who I recognized and one other boy. The other boy stayed near a pretty red-headed girl and seemed quite comfortable there, like he'd never leave. "Carlisle, there's more." The man near me looked back at the red-headed boy. The boy kept talking as I tried to give a confused look. I obviously failed as he gave a slightly confused look back at me as he spoke. "She hasn't really been drinking or eating since before she got here. She's been depressed and having suicidal thoughts. She's been walking outside in the cold late at night without a sweater or jacket." Suddenly Leah got up from her seat and left the room in a fume. The boy didn't speak anymore. I waited for something but nothing happened. Bella came back with a cup full of liquid food. Mmm...tasty... I thought sarcastically, taking the cup with my shaky hands. I sipped, finding it somewhat relaxing and the food tasty though liquidy. "Let her drink that. Feed her as often as you eat if not more. Slowly bring her onto solids within the next two days." Sue and Charlie nodded. Charlie and Carlisle escaped into the next room to talk and I was left with everyone else. They seemed to talk amongst themselves, not really concerning themselves with me after knowing I would be okay. I finished my liquid meal before quietly and wordlessly(like always) slipping back into sleep. |
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| Kallima | Dec 9 2008, 12:58 AM Post #8 |
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Butterfly
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"...do you want for dinner? I could make spaghetti..." Mom was off on another futile attempt to get me to eat the muck she liked to call food. Dad and I were getting ready to go out and hunt. He looked hilarious with boots and a rain jacket on. Me? Not so much. I disliked getting wet. I slipped my feet into a pair of deep purple rain boots, and pulled a black raincoat on. It fitted me perfectly, following every curve of my body snugly, and it had a hood. It was made of a sort of waterproof animal skin only used by some big Italian designer. Aro had gotten it for me on my seventh birthday since I wouldn't outgrow it now. "Mom give it up. I hate spaghetti. I'm going Hunting with dad. I drank all the lions blood at the boarder remember?" She clicked her tongue at me and stormed of to make her spaghetti for one meal. I rolled my eyes and followed my dad out the door, pulling my hood over my head. It had started raining again, just as easily as it had stopped earlier. I knew it had been too good to be true. We walked slowly along the sidewalk, in the direction of the forest. The neighbor kids were still watching, but with an added bonus of nosy parents too. One woman was already baking cookies that smelled all too horrible to bring over later tonight. Another woman had spent the morning looking for a nice housewarming gift. We were getting a new shamrock plant. That worked out nicely as mom had knocked the other one clean out of its pot one day. Incompetent as she was she had not re-potted it. She had just placed it back in the pot, and vacuumed up the soil. Without soil, the poor thing died. The wind picked up at that moment, and several scents washed over me. Most of them were those of the Cullen family. The same scents that were lingering around their manor back in Forks. Another was an off human scent. Still human but watered down somehow. Distilled. Unappetizing. I shook it off and continued into the forest with my dad. As soon as we had cleared the tree line, we broke into a run. For about six more seconds, I smelled that same watered down human smell, before it stopped. Whoever it was must have come out here. "So what courses do you want to take in school? I have to go sign you up tomorrow while your out shopping with your mother." "Vocal music would be fun. You know singing with others for a change? And wood shop. I want to make mom that China cabinet she saw in Austria, remember?" "Yes I remember. I was going to go back in a few weeks and buy it, but I'm sure she will love it even more then she already does if you make it for her. "Dad?" As much as I liked not having to talk, something was bothering me so much I had to say it aloud. I needed to put it into words. One of his eyebrows raised in my peripheral vision, and that was my cue to continue on. I veered to the right suddenly catching a scent. They had BEARS in the Olympic Peninsula! I was happy. I sighed quietly, biting my lip and furrowing my eyebrows as we sneaked up behind our prey. Swiftly and quietly, I tackled my bear, and sunk my teeth into her neck. I heard the snap of a neck behind me, and knew that dad had lunged too. I preferred not to kill the bear. It made it more fun. After draining the bear, I looked up at him, waiting for him to finish with his own before I spoke again. "What if...the other kids....What if they don't like me Daddy? I heard the way some of them were talking when we were moving our stuff in today. I can't live here if nobody wants to be my friend." I looked up timidly, to see my dad was chuckling quietly to himself. I would have felt worse, if I had not immediately after heard what he was thinking. Of course he would say that though. He was my father. He was a little biased when it came to the argument of people liking me. He adored me already he couldnt give a just opinion. "Never mind..." I trailed off. The good thing about my dad, was that he left me to my thoughts. He trusted that whatever problems I had I would figure out on my own. If not I would go to him for help. Thats how we always worked, dad and I. He let me live. didn't pry. We finished our hunt off with a herd of deer. A few more bears went to the watter bottles we had brought along, as did the stray mountain lion we happened across. Then it was time to head home. Mom would be there alone, and wondering where we were. We came out of the trees and i listened around the neighborhood yet again. The lady with the cookies was coming over in a half hour, the lady with the plant would be there in ten minutes. The next door neighbor with the triplet girls would come over with a lasagna when it finished in fourty-five minutes. A group of the native boys across the street, were wondering if it was rude not to welcome us to the neighborhood, though they had only gotten there themselves. More thoughts from inside were appalled at the thought of someone inside not eating. "No wonder she looked so sick" "I should have told earlier. I should have said something when i saw her earlier" "Just like Bella did....not eating not drinking not talking. But her parents cant come back... Maybe if she had a friend" I wondered what was going on in there, the whole way up to my room. From the sounds of the boys outside the family had only moved in a week ago at most. I wondered what could have happened to this girls parents to make her stop eating and drinking and talking....these things were important to humans. Well the food an water at least. My thinking was cut short as the doorbell rang. After throwing on a grey sweater dress and a pair of black leggings to replace my rain soaked clothes, I wandered lazily down the stairs. I was curious as to who was at the door. Mom swung the door open and I remembered who was visiting. The lady with the shamrock plant. She was welcomed inside and offered a cup of tea. While mom made a new friend, Dad and I pretended to busy ourselves with the cable box setup. It normally would have taken a minute and a half without the human in the house. The doorbell rang again about twenty minutes later, and the cookie lady showed herself. Fifteen more minutes and the next door woman would be here with her daughters. I wondered all evening about the people across the street. I happened across the hope that they too would come to welcome us to the neighborhood. They were the only ones that had captured my interest since we got here. |
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| Alexia | Dec 16 2008, 01:44 PM Post #9 |
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White Rabbit
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Some of the boys had moved out of the house to the front lawn to play around in the rain. A few of the others meandered around the couch where I was permanently situated for the next day or so. Charlie had left to grab a few things to fix a broken drainpipe outside and Sue stayed beside me. I had learned a few of the names but I didn't really care too much about them. None of them interested me. Sure they were incredibly beautiful and all but that was actually somewhat nauseating. The only one I was interested in was Edward and not in a physical attraction type way. I was merely interested in the relationship between him and the throbbing pain in my head that appeared whenever he was near. He always seemed to know what I was thinking as well. The other interesting thing was the family moving in across the road. I had seen a snippet of the scene when Sue had bumped into the drapes, jostling them enough for some sunlight to pour through and for my weary eyes to glance across the road. It intrigued me how I never once saw their faces, which in general was a very odd thing to be interested with. I sipped on my liquid food as I pondered this recent development. I'd always known that I noticed the strangest things, my parents had even told me that when I was younger. I'd notice a missing thread off the curtains or a small bruise on someone's finger, odd things that most people never bothered to see. I was also uncannily accurate with guesses. These were all little quirks I had, just a normal part of my everyday life. The next few minutes of my life flew by. Carlisle recieved a phone call and within an instant, his family was out of the house. The redhead and the large dog-like boy also left after them. All that left were the boys outside and Leah and Sue inside. That didn't last long though as Sue demanded the boys clean up and they'd all go visit the new neighbours. I could hear the boys grown but in the next few minutes, Sue's shrill voice commanded them outside, all clean and dressed nicely. If I had had the energy, I would have giggled but Leah did it for me. As the door closed behind them, I sighed, relief rushing through me. I hadn't been left alone for a few good hours. It had been hell to get through, especially with everyone worrying about me. I flexed my arm, feeling my strength returning. My appetite was coming back a bit but not much. I sipped my liquifood again. Things were becoming a bit clearer but I assumed it would take a few days or so to get back to normal. Moving the blankets, I swung my legs over the side of the couch so I could attempt to stand. The first few tries, I couldn't force hte weight on my legs and I just fell back down. About the fifth try, I was able to stand and make my way toward the kitchen. Suddenly, the phone rung. I ignored it. It was pointless to answer the phone when I wasn't talking and hadn't talked for a good while. I made my way through the kitchen, investigating it more thoroughly than before. Everything seemed pristine and good quality. Like a kitchen out of a magazine, a business magazine. I was still confused as to why they had industrial appliances, maybe they had parties a lot? The ringing of the phone interrupted my thoughts again. Again, I ignored it and continued my investigation. The pans were high quality metal with a non stick surface. The cutlery was all stainless steel as were the mixing bowls. The fridge had a digital inventory keeper on it. I glanced through the list and was awestruck by the amount of food listed. The phone rang again. 'If that damn phone rings one more time, I'm going to...' I calmed myself and continued my hunting. The spice rack was my next objective. It was humongous! There must have been at least fifty different spices in artsy little containers. The phone rang again. My frustration got ahead of me as I marched over to the phone, hanging onto verything on my way so as not to fall. I picked up the phone and angrily put it to my ear, ready to give the other person an earful. My mind had not caught up with my actions until I tried to talk. "W...wh..." I coughed a couple of times."What do you....want?" I demanded but it came out very weakly. I wasn't used to hearing my own voice. I put my free hand to my throat and stared surprised at the wall. It was softer than I remembered but it felt weird to talk. "Eh? Who...sorry. Is Charlie there?" The voice was distinctly a male's, and a somewhat familiar one. "N..." I coughed again, trying to get used to the tickling in my throat of my own voice. "No, he went out to get something from the hardware store." There was a hum on the line for a moment. "Oh, ok then. Also...who am I talking to?" My anger of his incessant calling had vanished as he kept talking. "Elizabeth. I'm here casing the joint while everyone's out." A slight smile crossed my face as I sat down on the stairs, the cord reaching around the corner to the base. There was a slight chuckle on the other side of the line then silence, probably confusion. "Just kidding." His roaring laugh surprised me at first and I pulled the phone away from my ear. I suddenly got the mental image of a big, tall guy, like the one that had been beside Renesmee earlier, at least that's what I think her name was. "So what are you doing there?" His question made me pause. I didn't want to think about why I was here so I'd just ignored it before but being asked so suddenly, I waas caught off-guard. "I...live here now...I guess..." My eyes filled with tears that couldn't fall. I was sad but at the same time, I knew that it was wrong to feel this way, it was wrong for me to still be able to live on. The silence didn't last long this time as the boy changed the subject quickly. "I also live there. My name's Seth. I'm at a friend's house down in La Push right now but I'm coming back in a day or so." He seemed to ramble on, something most girls would find annoying, I however found it comforting that we weren't talking about me anymore. He kept talking for a bit before there was a noise behind him. "...were-Oh, I gotta go now. Nice talking to you Elizabeth! I'll call again sometime, bye!" I said goodbye, a slight smile on my face before hanging up the phone. I then made my way back to the couch as the cold had come back to bite me. The blankets offered sweet warmth as I snuggled up in them and waited for everyone to come home. |
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| Kallima | Jan 19 2009, 12:47 PM Post #10 |
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Butterfly
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The music blasted from the speakers on my bathroom wall. I stood at the counter beside the sink, glaring at my hairdryer. I had stripped it down to the inside guts in an attempt to figure out why it had stopped working. It looked fine, in perfect working order. Except it wasn't working. I gave up as the song changed. The bathroom was filled with the voices of The Pussycat Dolls blaring in my ears. It was loud enough to let me tune out unwanted thoughts, but not loud enough that I couldn't hear the doorbell ringing. I liked it. It meant that for a short span of the day, my thoughts belonged to none but myself. I was alone in my head. The doorbell rang again as I headed to my closet. The little walk in closet was positioned between the bathroom and my bedroom, creating a hallway of clothes and shoes. On my way through, I pulled a pair of plaid walking shorts, a green v neck tee, and a pair of green and Grey sneakers out and carried them to my bed. I then heard my mom yelling for me over the music that filled my room. I rolled my eyes and dressed as fast as I could. I left my towel on the floor as i crossed the room, and turned off the iPod docking station that was attached to my bedroom wall beside the door. The speakers around my room, in the closet, and in the bathroom stopped playing music, and I exited my room. I had to be slow coming down the stairs. It was necessary for the humans in the living room to hear that. I met my mother in the front hall, and she cast a disapproving look over my dripping hair, that was slowly soaking through the back of my shirt. "My hairdryer broke" I defended before she could scold me. She sighed, and followed me into the living room, pressing a dry dish cloth into the ends of my hair. The thoughts hit me for the first time when I entered the room. as did the smell I hadn't noticed before.. It was that same earthworm, mud, wet fur smell i had come across at the Cullen home, however now added atop of it was pine, saltwater and campfire. All together it smelled rather pleasant. It took another eighth of a second to notice the people who sat in the room. five of them. They were all russet skinned, with glossy black hair, and beautifully dark eyes. It was almost breathtaking. There were two boys, though they looked more like men, standing around the couch, where the three women sat. One was considerably younger, and had a troubled look on her face as she stared at me. The other seemed to be in her early twenties, and looked to have a permanent scowl on her face. The other woman had the most motherly air about her, it could have rivaled my own mom's. She smiled warmly at me while casting a worried look over my wet hair. "Hello," I spoke at long last, "I'm Sophia." Everyone considered me heavily before answering. When they did answer I noted their names carefully. Sue Swan was the mother. The younger looking boy was Nathan Cole. The other boy was Ashley Kimla. Though he went by Ash. He found Ashley too girlie a name. The older girl, the one who was scowling, was Leah Clearwater. The youngest looking of them all, was Emelia King. After introductions, my mother launched the whole group into a casual, yet awkward conversation. I sat silently watching my mother make more friends. The woman was the most social of butterflies. It amused me how quickly she made friends. Nobody but Sue and my mother spoke much, so it took me by surprise when Emelia shifted to the couch i was sitting on, and began talking to me. Her thoughts were sweet, and had not jealous angry tone that every other girl on the street seemed to hold. She was so genuinely concerned with being a friend to me, that I couldn't help but smile and make my own effort to be her friend as well. Soon enough we hit the topic of music and I couldn't help myself again as I was completely engrossed in the topic. Emelia seemed thrilled she had found someone she could talk to about all kinda of music. Apparently nobody else in the house across the street cared enough to discuss or share music with her. "You must come upstairs and hear my latest song discovery." I urged "If you like Corrine Bailey Rae, you will LOVE Regina Spektor." "Okay" She agreed, jumping up quickly. she followed me through the hall, and up the stairs to my room. I heard my mom thinking smug thoughts about me making friends, and liking it here. I rolled my eyes as Emelia and I entered my bedroom. "WOW! This is your room?"She exclaimed excitedly. I nodded sheepishly, and busied myself with the docking station on the wall, where my iPod still sat. I searched quickly through my three thousand songs, until i found the very song i was looking for. I adjusted the volume so it would not hurt poor Emelia's ears. I turned to her after it had started, and was pleased to see she was listening intently to the song. after a moment she started bobbing her head the slightest little bit, a smile growing on her face. "I like it." I knew we were going to be friends, Emelia and I. |
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| Alexia | Jan 21 2009, 12:51 PM Post #11 |
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White Rabbit
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The silence seemed to drag on forever until I heard a car door slam in the driveway. I was almost happy that someone was here, I seemed to crave anything other than silence. I heard someone grumbling on the front step, immediately recognizing him as Charlie, my uncle. He came in carrying a mulitude of bags. He set most of them on the floor but held onto a few which he brought over to me. "Elizabeth, these are for you." I gave him an odd look and glanced down at the bags. I could see various things poking out of each bag. A backpack, pencils, binders. I dreaded what was coming next. "Sue and I were thinking that you might like to try going to school in a few days when it starts." I looked at him with desperation. I was not ready for school, I'd never be ready for school. How could I be? I'd just lost my parents! Would I make any friends? Would I like my classes? How would I deal with everything when I didn't even want to speak, and as far as they knew, I couldn't speak! I was a mute in their eyes! My mind was going crazy with thoughts enough to make my head hurt from overthinking. It was hard trying to think of more than two things at the same time let alone a dozen. I reached apprehensively and picked up a binder. It was kind of cute I had to admit. Sky blue with wispy clouds across it. I sighed inwardly and gave Charlie a frown. He looked angry for a moment before he let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, you are going to go to school whether you like it or not. You can't mope around here forever, you have to live a little. You're only sixteen." I let out an angry breath as Charlie left the room. I heard him making noises in the kitchen though I didn't dare leave the couch. That was it. There was no arguing. I was going to school. No doubt Sue would try to take me out shopping for new clothes. The next few days were going to be terrible, I could tell right away. I took a calming breath and finally decided to get up. I was much stronger on my own legs this time and I found it easier to walk around. Outside it was still raining and across the street I could see Sue and the boys in the living room. The interest in that family had never once left me and it built with every minute. For some reason I was drawn to them, like jam to toast. I scoffed at my own food reference. I hated jam and toast. I moved toward the front door and opened it quietly so that Charlie wouldn't hear. Slipping my shoes and a coat on, I stepped outside into the misty rain. In the last few minutes, it had settled into a mist ather than raindrops. It was gross. It clung to my body like sweat. I tried to ignore my disgust of the weather as the fog surrounded me. I glanced down the street, unable to see past a few houses due to the increasing fog. That was the one thing I liked about this weather. It covered everything so you could walk a block or so and not see where you started. My feet got ahead of my thinking and before I knew it, I was walking back toward the forest I'd been in a few days ago. The street was like a ghost town. It reminded me of the dreams I'd had of late. Though in those dreams there was someone waiting for me that I had to reach and there was someone or something chasing me. It was like a dream mixed with a nightmare. I had felt scared of the thing chasing me but comfortable with the idea of someone waiting for me. Since there was no one else around, I felt it safe to hum a little. I had no desire for anyone to know I could speak, then they would demand answers or ask me about what had happened, what I'd seen. Talking on the phone earlier had been a mistake though I felt fairly certain the boy, Seth, wouldn't tell anyone, or no one would believe him. My humming turned to light singing. "...Little child Be not afraid Though thunder explodes And lightning flash Illuminates your tearstained face I am here tonight" It was one of my favourite songs, one I used to play whenever it was raining or I was sad. I wasn't scared of lightning or thunder, in fact I liked thunderstorms, not any of this wussy light rain crap. But the song calmed me, almost as much as playing the piano had when I was younger. I always played the piano at my grandparents' house when they were alive. In fact, since I was ten years old, I'd been writing my own songs. One in particular had taken extra effort "..........that draws you near me Falls on rivers and land And forests and sand Makes the beautiful world that you see In the morning" I never finished it to this day. Didn't even title it. It was left back in my room at the bottom of my suitcase along with a few other piano scores I'd written over time. I hadn't touched any of them since high school started except to pack them. I hadn't even played the piano since grade eight. My parents had been so proud of my paino playing but like any teen, I stopped when I got older, intent on doing something more "cool". I regretted that. My playing had brought such joy to my parents. I wished I could see them smile, right here, right now. I wondered if Charlie had noticed I was gone yet. I'd walked a few blocks I was sure but I couldn't actually tell. The fog was too thick. I didn't even know if I was going the right way. Within the next few minutes, one of my thoughts was answered. I looked up, following the trunk until I saw the top point of the tree. I'd at least reached the forest. I struggled over the thick roots as I made my way further into the forest. Normal people would think it was eery on a day like today but I was intrigued. I thought it was rather beautiful, tranquil even. Then again, I was probably far from normal, or maybe I was more normal than I thought? I tried to shake the confusing thought from my mind. There was no use in over thinking things that didn't really matter. Was there going to be someone waiting for me? I thought back to my dream instead. Perhaps at the end of this walk, there'd be someone there, someone waiting. They'd have a smile on their face as soon as they saw me, their whole face lighting up. "There you are!" They'd saw, that smile still plastered on their face. And they'd wait for me, that smile never fading. What a waste. Some stupid teenage fantasy cooked up by an overactive imagination. No one would be waiting with a smile. If there was anyone, they'd have a frown, scolding me about going outside in my 'condition'. I sighed softly before stopping and leanign against a tree to catch my breath. I certainly did have a 'condition' and it was making more and more tired every moment. My energy waas fading fast. "Damn it. Stupid sickness. Stupid not eating. Stupid school. Stupid everything!" I almost yelled the last part, finally letting out a bit of frustration. After my outburst, I was a little calmer. I let myself slid along the tree to the ground to rest a bit more. |
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| Kallima | Jan 29 2009, 08:01 PM Post #12 |
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Butterfly
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If it were possible for my heart to beat any faster it would have happened as we pulled up to the front of the school. I eyed the other students nervously, watching as they all filed slowly up to the school. Some parked their own cars before entering, others simply turned onto the school's property from the street. Others jumped out of their parents cars, wishing their mothers and fathers farewell before continuing on to the building that awaited them. I found the need to take several deep breaths, in an attempt to calm myself. It wasn't working so well. There was too much room for other thoughts to jump into my mind. Half were my own thoughts. Consisting of several things I had noticed thus far. One being that I was ridiculously overdressed for school in my designer jeans, and short sleeved, baby doll blouse. My rain boots were also way too flashy, not to mention the brand new running shoes for inside. Another thought was of how these kids would react to my apparently dressy wardrobe. I was sure they would think me a snob. Stuck up brat even. The last thing that troubled me, was not hurting any of them. If i were to slip up at any moment, someone could end up hurt. Sure it was easy at home to remember not to hurt anyone, with mom and dad reminding me all the time. but all day at school, with only myself to rely on. It wasn't such a bright outlook. I felt Arthur's icy touch on the back of my hand. I didn't need to look up to see the reassuring expression he wore, but it was more comforting that I did. I smiled back at him, took a deep calming breath, and exited the car. I was immediately pelted by rain. I flicked my hood up before my loose curls could be straightened out by the water, and made my way up the front steps to the school. It was a relief when I got inside. A minute in the rain was more then enough for one day. I heard Arthur's thoughts once more before he drove off. "I'll pick you up after school" Then I was off wandering through the halls, schedule in hand. Math? Seriously? Then Us History. Then science. The only good thing about the day was vocal music at the end. I started paying a little attention to where I was. I was standing beside...an art room? That didn't seem right. There was a Mona Lisa holding paintbrushes painted on the wall at the end of the hallway. I continued on and turned right at the corner. The number at the other end of the hallway above the door. Yes that was right. room 126. so room 125 had to be around there somewhere. It was a short trip down the crowded hallway. I was careful not to bump anyone, or move slow enough for anyone's eyes to linger. after turning right, yet again, i found the room I was looking for. Just as the bell rang too. The room was full oddly enough, since the halls were still crowded with chattering students. I took in the scene before me, staring around at all my classmates as they stared at me. One girl sat in the back, and was already running her pencil through the already scratched in grooves in her desk. Four boys sat in the middle on the room, laughing loudly at something one of them had just said. Two girls were in front of all the desks, staring up at the dark green of the chalkboard. They frowned at it for a moment, and then separated to opposite sides of the room. With a flicker of my eyes, I looked too at whatever it was that had caused their disappointment. Seating chart. Perfect. And my name wasn't there. "Oh great, this one must be lost. I hate it when they do this. I looked over to the teacher as she rose from her desk, a polite smile on her face. I smiled back as politely as I was capable. If she was intent on hating me I would give her reason to feel guilty about it. It wasn't right for her to judge me so harshly. "Is this grade ten academic math?" I asked before she got her chance to speak. She nodded and I continued, pulling a note from the pocket of my jeans. " I'm Sophia Clermont. I'm not on the attendance roster as of yet. My father only just got me ready for school two days ago. However my schedule tells me this is my first period class. I have a note from the office as well." It took her a moment to read over the note. Once she returned it to me, she pointed me to a seat, and proceeded to write my name in the corresponding box on her makeshift seating chart. I was at the back, beside Lisa Evans, the girl who drew on her desk. To my other side was Johnathan Yu. He seemed normal enough, and more social then the desk artist. His gaze met mine, and I smiled brightly at him. He looked breathless for a moment, before he grinned back. I let my eyes drop down to the textbook that was just placed on my desk. The rest of the class passed normally enough, not that I knew how these things went. From what I remember of Television everyone always stared at the new kid. So it didn't bother me that my classmates heads kept turning to stare at me, every thirty two seconds. It didn't much bother me much that Johnathan Yu walked me to my next class. We both had history together as well, so when no seating arrangement made itself present, we both took seats beside each other at the back of the class. He seemed to like me, thought I was really pretty, which I couldnt help but be flattered by. "Sophia, you've been home schooled up until now I've been informed. Did you ever learn any Us History?" Count on the teacher to single me out. I shook my head in answer to his question. "Well then maybe we should get you into a couple helper classes during lunch hours to get you all caught up yes?" "Don't worry about it Mr. Clarke." I said with a teensy smile "I'm sure I can keep up." Whispers erupted around the classroom. I ignored them focusing on the whisper Johnathan had for me. "You were home schooled? No way. What's that like?" "It was fun." I explained further when he looked confused, "My Father is an Adventurer of sorts. We backpacked all over the world since I was little." I enjoyed Johnathan's company. He was so easy to amuse and impress. He certainly seemed impressed by my worldly travels. He leaned away quickly as the teacher turned toward us and started scribbling on a peice of notebook paper. He tore it from the binder, and pushed it onto my desk. So what do you say to having lunch with my friends and I today? I know they would love to meet my newest friend. You in? I grinned widely, and scrawled back my acceptance. Sure. Its good to know I already have a friend. I have to admit I was afraid that may not happen here. I pushed it to him, and giggled inwardly as his thoughts and facial expression became outraged at the thought of me not having friends. He took a moment longer to decide on what to say, and then unnecessarily pushed the paper back at me. Happy to be of service Ma'am! I giggled aloud for his benefit, and then his the paper as the teacher eyes us. The rest of class was spent in silence, the two of us urging the clock toward the 11:55 mark so that lunch hour could begin. I was eager to meet my potential new friends. |
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| Alexia | Feb 2 2009, 02:28 PM Post #13 |
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There I was, eyeing the school with an unimpressed, hardheaded look. I refused to go in. Leah and Nathan stood outside the car near my door which was left wide open for me to get out. "Come on Elizabeth. School is going to start soon, do you really want to be late on your first day?" Nathan chided, trying ot get me to leave the vehicle. Much to his chagrin, I turned my head from the school and glared at him instead. He sighed. Leah suddenly stomped her foot, moving to stand directly beside me. "Elizabeth Swan, if you don't get out of this vehicle right now, we'll drag you out!" I turned my glare to her in annoyance. There was no way they'd actually drag me out of the vehicle, I knew that much, especially not around all these people. I glared at her, as stubborn as ever. There was no way I'd get out of the car and go into the school. "That's it! I warned you!" Leah suddenly reached forward as I scampered further back into the car. She grabbed my legs and pulled, attempting to get me out by force. I gripped onto the other door but soon found that she was much too strong for me. In a second they each had an arm linked to mine as they dragged me into the school. I sighed, glancing around the halls then at my little map that Leah had drawn for me earlier. First class was Chemistry, then English. After English was lunch, which I wasn't looking forward to. Third and fourth period were general science, which I was missing from grade ten, and phys-ed. I looked down at the map then up at the stairs to the left. The map said to go up the stairs. Students rushed around me as I tried to figure out whether I was going to skip or not. It seemed pointless to skip though because there was no where to go and I had no idea how to get home. I made my way up the stairs and glanced at the library on my right. Up ahead was the second floor foyer. The class was there so I picked up my pace and then entered the classroom. Looking around, I noticed everyone seemed to know others in the class. It seemed I was the odd one out though I didn't mind. I sat in an empty seat near the front as most of the others were taken. The class was boring, just like I remembered school to be. The teacher handed out the text books and a lot of useless paperwork. I immediately launched myself into doodling for the rest of the class. English went much the same. I ended up doodling a small music score in my notebook which I titled 'Passing By'. It was weird. I hadn't even been paying attention to what I was doing, it just came so naturally to me. When the bell rang, I quickly shoved it into the back of my notebook before making my way to the cafeteria to buy lunch. It was no surprise that the lunchroom was already packed. The amount of students in the school warranted the loud volume. I sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time as I waited in line to buy food. A few minutes later I sitting at the end of a table with my lunch, fries and a wrap. I nibbled quietly, not raising my eyes from the table. |
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| Kallima | Feb 2 2009, 11:58 PM Post #14 |
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Johnathan and I entered into the cafeteria nearly last. The line up for food was out the door and up the staircase. But that didn't upset him , and I soon found out it was because he had friends by the door. Friends who let us in to their spot. So buying food was not such a hassle. I peered around, looking for something that wasn't completely disgusting. Burger. Beef was good. Not as repulsive as the soup smelled, or the salad the girl beside me held. Another oddly tolerable smell drifted to me, and I realized it was the fries after a brief moment. This confused me, as I had always found fries to be as bad as eating dirt. Maybe it was an acquired taste? Shrugging it off I ordered some, and followed Johnathan to pay for my food. He lead me out the door and around the corner, to the condiments laid out on a small table against the wall. From there we walked over to the table at the far end, near the staircases. It was oddly separated from the rest of the cafeteria, and everyone there seemed to have an air of importance about them. As we got closer, I saw a few people wave at Johnathan. I saw their faces change with shock as Johnathan waved back, then turn to me to point out his friends to me. I smiled a little and waved at them as well, and their faces fell further into disbelief. "...Such a hot chick... "....Is that the girl he was telling me about this summer?" "...Of course she is beyond pretty, like I could ever look like that..." Their thoughts all but made my head spin. I couldnt figure out what thought was coming from what person. Three girls at least were resentfully thinking about how much Johnathan already seemed to like me. Apparently he was well loved. Popular. Two of his guy friends were jealous, another seemed almost proud of him as he walked beside me through the crowded cafeteria. Six friends. Six more people I had to win over. "Guys this is Sophie." Johnathan said as, at long last, we reached the table. He pulled out a wobbly looking chair for me, and I sat lightly on it. "She just moved here from, well everywhere really." "Hey." I spoke in a shy voice. It surprised me to find out, that I wasn't faking it. I truly felt excessively shy around all these people. everyone raised their eyebrows, clearly confused about the lack of location I had moved here from. They seemed to shrug it off though, and various hello's an introductions came my way. Angela, Lacie, and Kaylee were the three girls who didn't seem to like me at first. However upon introductions, they all seemed friendly enough. Their minds were still skeptical, but I thought nothing of it. Harrison, Kyle, and Michael were Johnathan's best friends. All four of them were on the Junior football team. Lacie was quick to attempt friendship. I was friendly back, but her thoughts were vicious, and she would be quick to try and ruin my life here at Port Angele's Secondary. She already had several plans. I made a mental not to avoid telling her where my locker was. Kaylee was less hostile with her thoughts as she let Lacie chat me up. Angela was depressed, as she saw me as new competition. She seemed quite infatuated with Johnathan. I made another mental note, this time on thinking ways to get The two together. I let my eyes wander throughout the lunch room. Most people sat around, laughing, eating, chatting. Two people at the end of the table closest to ours, were leaning across their table, trading secrets in whispers. Several people were walking in and out of the doorways, and the last few people in line for food managed into the servery. Three teachers paces either end of the room, making sure nothing was out of place, and nobody was misbehaving. And one girl caught my eye. She sat alone, three tables away. The chairs around her had been shifted, leaving her a wide margin of unneeded space. She looked miserable, and angry with her surroundings. My head tilted to the side by an eighth of an inch as I considered her. "...for tryouts? What do you say Sophie?" My head whipped back around, in a movement much too fast, to look at Lacie. The girl was still chattering her lunch away, and I was barely listening. I searched her head, realizing she had just asked me to go out for cheerleader tryouts with the rest of them. A smiled a little slower then my head had moved, and answered her. It had barely been a second and a half since she had asked the question. "Sounds fun. I hope its not too hard." "I'm sure you'll be fine. Cheer leading isn't hard. I was on the Squad last year and I found...." I chewed thoughtfully on my fries, as i let Lacie's voice drift in and out. My mind wandered to the one girl who sat alone, scowling at the rest of the student body. As if she hated it here. That couldnt be true could it? Maybe she hated the place so much because she had no friends. Maybe I could be her friend. The bell rang, surprising me, and the whole of the cafeteria, jumped up from their seats, and piled toward the doors. Johnathan bid me farewell when we reached the top of the stairs, and he headed left, while I headed right. My science class was on the second floor of the building. With all the other science labs. They had those same blacktop lab benches that I remembered from T.V. however these were longer, and ran up and down the room, as opposed to across. There was another seating chart on the board when I got in, and I noticed I was seated In the middle across the Isle from Renesmee Cullen, and across the table from Elizabeth Swan. I took my seat, and stared up at the board, taking in the teacher's expression as the final bell rang, and students continued to file in. Clearly he was already unimpressed with his after lunch class. And it was only day one of the semester. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get along with this man. |
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| Alexia | Feb 10 2009, 12:23 AM Post #15 |
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I entered the science classroom, not surprised by the layout of the benches. It was similar to my old school though on a much larger scale. Looking at the board, I quickly found my spot, across from a girl named Sophia Clermont. Setting my books down lightly, I happened to glance up at the girl named Sophia. She looked quizzical, her eyes deep as if she knew everything. It was strange, enticing to look at her. The guys had already noticed her appearance as they seemed to congregate around their bench until the teacher cleared his throat. I looked away form Sophia and glanced at the girl behind Sophia. Another pretty one, like the Cullens. I read the name on the board again before the realization hit me. It was Renesmee, Edward's sister. I resisted the urge to say hi, just hoping the day would end. As the teacher began his introductions, annoyance laced in his voice, I pulled out my notebook and began doodling again. I felt a nudge from someone beside me a few minutes into the lesson. I looked at the boy who'd nudged me. He was smiling sweetly...at me. I'd been hit on before by guys but I hadn't exactly thought of that possibility on the first day of school, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. I smiled back and looked back at my notes. Maybe he wasn't hitting on me, he could have just been being nice. I decided on that route of thinking. A few sheets came my way. I took mine and passed the rest down. The boy smiled at me again as he took the papers from me. He slipped a small piece of paper into my hand as he turned away. The small crumpled piece of paper was unfolded in a few seconds out of sight of the teacher. His handwriting was messy and scrawled across the light blue lines on the paper. It took me a moment to figure out what it actually said. 'Hey, my name is Matt Henessey. You're Elizabeth, right? I think we have English together second period.' I glanced over at the boy, taking in his appearance then thinking back to English class. It was very possible that we were in the same class but I hadn't paid much attention to who was in each of my classes. I decided to go along with it, he seemed nice enough. I found some room at the bottom of the sheet. 'Yeah. I'm pretty sure we have the same class. Ms. McCullough?' I folded the small sheet up nicely and slid it over toward Matt's binder. I watched his face from the corner of my vision. He smiled lightly and scrawled his own answer back. While he wrote I looked around the room. Everyone's attentions were focused not on the teacher but on her general area and more specifically on Sophia and Renesmee. There seemed to be some attractive aura around them. Renesmee was staring off into space, probably thinking about Jacob. I shuddered slightly. I did not like that guy one bit, stupid wolf boy. I'd conceived that nickname for him in my head a day or so ago. Sophia was, however, looking around at nothing. She was watching the board for the most part though I caught her looking around every so often. I felt a pressure in my hand which was laying on the table. I pulled my hand into a fist around the small paper Matt had passed back to me. 'Yeah. It was a pretty boring class. What were you drawing?' I had in fact been writing some music. I wondered if someone would care about something so trivial. I pushed the thought from my mind and sprawled down my response. The teacher cleared his throat and I looked up, trying to hide the slightly guilty look from my face. It turned out he was getting mad at Theresa and James on the other side of the room. I looked back down and mouthed sorry to Matt. There was no way I was getting in trouble on the first day. I hated the office since the day I started school. I wrote down some notes the teacher had up on the overhead then I glanced again at Sophia in front of me. She truly was beautiful though it was slightly nauseating to me. Her dark hair fell down past her shoulders in light curls. She was like a model sitting in a dingy room waiting for the cameraman to show up. Everything about her was beautiful but her eyes were amazing. They were a normal green colour, standing out against the dark of her hair, but they were captivating. It took me a few moments to look away from them. |
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