The Twilight Saga

This is rewrite of my only successful story. XD

I began writing Black Swan on August 28th in 2010.

I know there were TONS of mistakes the first time around, and I have a feeling I could make it better now. Before I was just blindly stumbling into writing, but now I really think I could make it better. I know I had a bunch of people that read it the first time and I hope to have just as many this time, if not more. (does this sound too hopeful?)

(No I did not take the title from the ballet movie, nor does have ballet in it. I was phsyched when I found out there was a movie coming out with the same name as my FanFiction. XD)

The Original Black Swan






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I looked into his eyes and saw only pain. How could I have been so stupid? This was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had dreamed of. He was the image of sheer perfection in my eyes. But this was entirely my fault, and now I was paying for it.

“I’m so sorry, please, you have to believe me.” I looked into his eye, mine pleading.

“I want to, I really want to, But I don’t think I can.” His tore away from mine as he turned around. I felt tears spill over the ridges of my eyes as I watched him walk away. I sank against the wall and watched him until he became too small and too blurry for me to see anymore. I closed my eyes and pulled my knees tightly to my chest as I fell; fell into the black desperation and self-pity that were now closing over me.


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Ohhhh My Gawd! That's even better than before!

Keep on going!
YAY! thank you Luna!!! =DDD

HARLEAH! Im going to have to block you if you dont stop with these insanely blank long comment.



Im totally kidding.. but is it really necessary? XD



So much more awesomeness!!











AND YO FANFICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!













BUT STILL, YOU KNOW I MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


YOU KICK BUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1


OMG its only a prologue!

this so just made my day.

My writing SO isnt that good.

But thank you SO much!


im loving it lie extremely so far so please keep me updated its awesome!!!!!

=D alright!


 thank you! =D

im glad you like it!

Okay, So I know I should have updated my other stories before I did this one, but I just couldn't help my self.

This rewrite is SO much fun. XD

Please leave me feedback, and please add me as a friend if you would like to be updated!




Chapter One:

“Bella!” I heard my mother scream up the stairs, “I told you to be down here 15 minutes ago! C’mon hurry up, do you want to be late?” I sighed and finished the thick black line of liner underneath my eye. I swiped by mascara over my short, dull lashes, making them darker and longer. Setting my make up back into my bag; I looked at the reflection that stared back at me. I shook my head, still disappointed in the face that seemed to be mine. I sat down on my bed and slipped my socked feet into my Converse tennis shoes. I walked over to my nightstand, picking up my iPod and jamming it into the pocket of my black, oversized hoodie, the screen print of my favorite band beginning to wear off. I grabbed my old Quiksilver backpack and walked out the door, leaving behind my beloved bedroom. Why did this have to be today? I felt a sigh once again leave my lips and jogged down the stair. I looked down, suddenly realizing my shoe was still untied, but it was too late to worry about that, I had already stepped on it with my other foot, sending my body forward, tumbling down the last of the stairs and hitting the floor with a thud. A loud aggravated moan left my mouth. I wanted to scream, cry, or through some other kind of tantrum that would get me out of this.  “That can’t be all you’re bringing.” My mother said, looking down at me, frowning.

“What else was I supposed to bring?” I grunted and sat up, bending over my knee to tie the stupid shoes that had caused my face plant. “I don’t have any other bags.” I said to my shoe.

“Well why didn’t you say so?” My mother said, clearly aggravated with me. She exited the hall way, entering her bedroom and then appeared in front of me again, holding a huge orange duffle bag with bright pink polka dots. “Use this,” She said, plopping it down on the floor next to me.

“Are you kidding me? There’s no way I’m using that.” I said, incredulous.

“Yes you are, now go.” She all but yelled at me.

I groaned loudly as I pulled myself from the floor, I threw my backpack at the door and then snatched the dreadful duffle bag from the floor. I ran up the steps, tripping on the last one and nearly face planting again; fortunately I caught myself on the banister. I reopened my door and threw more articles of clothing inside, along with more of my eyeliner. I grabbed a few CD’s that I liked and threw them inside too. I walked back the door, closing it behind me, and then threw the polka dotted bag down the stairs. “Bella, quit with the attitude and get your butt moving, now!” She screamed at me again. She wasn’t always this bad, really, right now she was just flustered. I walked slowly down the stairs this time, careful not to trip again.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I said to her in a voice much nicer than I wanted.

She looked up at me and smiled, “You know, I really wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself. She walked up to me and fingered my short, dyed, dark black hair. “You look so much prettier without all this black.” She said.

I ignored her, again feeling a sigh leave my body and retrieved my bags. She had no idea she was partially at fault for all this. She was marrying her third husband, and now sending me off to live with my father. “Come on; let’s get you to the airport.” This time it was her that sighed as she took the polka dotted bag from me.

It was only a fifteen minute drive to the airport, and Mom started to tear up when she kissed me goodbye. I hugged her tightly; the truth was that I’d miss her too, even if I didn’t act like it. Security wasn’t strict here, they let me through my bag of liquids, even though it was a full gallon bag and not a quarter bag. The flight wasn’t late or anything, so I boarded twenty minutes after I had gotten through security. I was half asleep when the intercom came on, telling us we were about to land.

After I got off the plane I went straight to luggage, quickly spotting the ugliest bag in all of history. I grabbed my Quiksilver backpack and turned around, immediately seeing my father; only he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking around, trying to find me. I walked to him, giving him the best smile I could conjure up. “Hey,” I looked up, expecting to see recognition and welcoming eyes.

Instead he hardly gave me a second glance, “I’m sorry miss, but I’m trying to find my daughter, If you’ll excuse me.” He walked around me and continued looking.

((Sorry for the lack of indentations. They didnt transfer over from Word with the text. :3))

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