Bella's different circumstance. . . . . . PG-13
This is Twilight in a different twist. . . . all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Bang!! Was all I heard as i was walking down the street going to an art gallery, i decided to investigate what that sound was. I saw a man motionless on the ground, and another in 1900's period clothing. The body was drained from all blood, you could tell by the color of his skin. I gasped because i just could not believe what I just saw. The Man that was standing turned around, his eyes were a piercing blood red or a crimson. He just strolled over to me, and held out his hand.
"Trust Me." He said.
Oh my God! I thought. My hand was about to touch his hand when all of a sudden I woke up.
It was just a dream!! Damn It!! It was all too real, I thought. I was on the roof of our small apartment complex, and it was night. So I did not know what my paremtal units were and i did not care for that matter. I basically been taking care of myself ever since the divorce. So I could do things that normal Teenager wouldnt even think of. Doing her own laundry, working a part time job to help her parents out with the bills, and getting straight A's in school. So in the next couple years i could get into any college that I want.
I laid on my back a little while longer before I decided to get up to go to bed. I guess that I was sketching because I had my sketch book with me. I looked at the drawing that i was working on and it was someone very farmiliar. It was the man from my dream. . . the one that was dressed in the 1900's clothing. Usually my drawings have some type of meaning behind them, but I just couldnt put my finger on it.
I have drawing of a girl that is cutting herself so that someone will pay attention to her. That one became reality, because a couple months ago I became so depressed that I needed to feel something. My friend noticed that when we were changing in the girls locker room after gym class.
So anyway, I snuck into my bedroom, only because the fire escape was next to my window. I realized that it was about 2 in the morning, and I would be getting up for school in 4 hours. Ugh! school have no purpose for me because I was basically a genius in the advanced programs. Whatever, it was at least something to do during the day.
School went by slowly, no shocker there. Only because we had to sit in the auditorium for about a half hour about how we have a new graduation requirment that the class of 2008 had to do before the end of their senior year. He calls them GRADUATION PORTFOILIOS. Os everything that we have done will have to go into a binder and then we would have to present them to a panel who decides if you walk with your class or not.
I was almost at the apartment only because I had no work today. I heard screaming and sirens. Okay, what is going on, I thought. I turned the corner and . . . .
Bang!! Was all I heard as i was walking down the street going to an art gallery, i decided to investigate what that sound was. I saw a man motionless on the ground, and another in 1900's period clothing. The body was drained from all blood, you could tell by the color of his skin. I gasped because i just could not believe what I just saw. The Man that was standing turned around, his eyes were a piercing blood red or a crimson. He just strolled over to me, and held out his hand.
"Trust Me." He said.
Oh my God! I thought. My hand was about to touch his hand when all of a sudden I woke up.
It was just a dream!! Damn It!! It was all too real, I thought. I was on the roof of our small apartment complex, and it was night. So I did not know what my paremtal units were and i did not care for that matter. I basically been taking care of myself ever since the divorce. So I could do things that normal Teenager wouldnt even think of. Doing her own laundry, working a part time job to help her parents out with the bills, and getting straight A's in school. So in the next couple years i could get into any college that I want.
I laid on my back a little while longer before I decided to get up to go to bed. I guess that I was sketching because I had my sketch book with me. I looked at the drawing that i was working on and it was someone very farmiliar. It was the man from my dream. . . the one that was dressed in the 1900's clothing. Usually my drawings have some type of meaning behind them, but I just couldnt put my finger on it.
I have drawing of a girl that is cutting herself so that someone will pay attention to her. That one became reality, because a couple months ago I became so depressed that I needed to feel something. My friend noticed that when we were changing in the girls locker room after gym class.
So anyway, I snuck into my bedroom, only because the fire escape was next to my window. I realized that it was about 2 in the morning, and I would be getting up for school in 4 hours. Ugh! school have no purpose for me because I was basically a genius in the advanced programs. Whatever, it was at least something to do during the day.
School went by slowly, no shocker there. Only because we had to sit in the auditorium for about a half hour about how we have a new graduation requirment that the class of 2008 had to do before the end of their senior year. He calls them GRADUATION PORTFOILIOS. Os everything that we have done will have to go into a binder and then we would have to present them to a panel who decides if you walk with your class or not.
I was almost at the apartment only because I had no work today. I heard screaming and sirens. Okay, what is going on, I thought. I turned the corner and . . . .
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Permalink Reply by Amanda Octeau on -
okay guys tell me what u think and i will post when I have time off work and school.
if I dont update right away. . . . take a deep breath and relax. Dont hurt anyone or anything. I will update as soon as possible -
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Permalink Reply by Paige Cullen on -
MORE PLEASE!! keep me posted on updates!! i love this story so far
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Permalink Reply by Chelly Bean on
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i like it keep going!
plz read mine too its called BROKEN DOWN -
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Permalink Reply by Amanda Octeau on
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okay I will
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I was almost at the apartment only because I had no work today. I heard screaming and sirens. Okay, what is going on, I thought. I turned the corner and
the police were dragging my parents out of the building. Great, I thought. What did they do now? I went up to the police officer to ask him what happened, but then I heard my mother cry out.
“Isabella!!! Help me. . . HELP ME!. I didn’t do anything wrong. Get your hands off me.”
I looked into her eyes and that’s when I realized that she was doing drugs. I felt like that I didn’t have to do anything only because she was doing something stupid.
“Why should I help you! You have done nothing for me. I have been taking care of myself since you and dad got the divorce! You were never a mother to me. You can go rot in jail for all I care.”
I looked at my mother for one last time before she was put into the police cruiser. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. As for Phil, well he was swearing like a sailor to the officer that was handling him. I had a feeling that this was the last time I would be seeing my mom and her husband.
I wasn’t allowed in the apartment but I had my way around it because of the fire escape. I was in my room trying to get ready for work when some one just went into my room.
“What are you doing here?”-it was a police man.
“I kind of live here, and besides I have to go to one of my fabulous jobs. So if you’ll excuse me. . . “
“No please come out here.”
Great, what the h*** did I do now?! How in the world am I going to make it to work on time?
Then I realized that I would have to go to live with my dad in Forks, Washington. That was just putting it lightly, and they wanted to know about my living circumstances with my mom. So I basically told them and started packing.
I didn’t want anything to remind me of this place, where it was basically me living out on my own. I only had one suitcase that could fit as a carry-on. I was put on a plane and headed straight to Forks. -
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Permalink Reply by Amanda Octeau on
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okay this is a little dull but i think that it was nessary
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Permalink Reply by Paige Cullen on
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thats okay.........i still loved it...please let me know when more is put up
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Permalink Reply by Amanda Octeau on
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will do
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Permalink Reply by zhaydel_keekay on -
hey,. it's interesting...please write more
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Permalink Reply by ღஐღJackie Clearwater Volturiღஐღ on -
i absolutley love this!!! i think i have a good pic. that would make a good banner for this.
do u think it would make a great banner for this?? i could make it into one if u want
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Permalink Reply by Amanda Octeau on
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I think that this is perfect.
If u could I would really appreciate it
For every one else who is reading this. . . I will Have more up either Late today or tomorrow -
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Permalink Reply by ღஐღJackie Clearwater Volturiღஐღ on
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awesome!!
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