The Rebelled Angel {PG-13}
Hey guys! This is a collaboration between Ellie Cullen <3 & Me (Carmen E) We are writing an elaborate Seth Clearwater story that's divided in two parts that you will soon discover in the plot: Here's the plot:
Alexya Kristianna Wood is a new girl (typicall) that moved from Houston to Forks. She left her dark past to have a new start at Forks and that new start begins the first day she arrives. She meets Seth, but she's fifteen and he's seventeen. This first part of the story is their 'best-friend stage' and the second part of the story is when she's seventeen and like how their relationship evolves from friendship to love. We give you:
Thank you Rhi, for doing this AH-MAZZZZZZZZZZZING banner, I love you
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CHAPTER ONE – THE MOVE {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
July 7th. I’ll never forget the day I felt a bone crushing pain, one worse than the one I suffered when I was ten.
‘Alexya it’s time!’ Dad called from outside. The roar of his car was uncomfortable. I took a ragged breath and looked one last time at the empty house with the first trickling tears on my cheeks. I whipped them away quickly. It had finally hit me, I was moving away from the only place I called home.
‘Goodbye’ I whispered, my voice echoed in the empty space. Goodbye memories, goodbye Mom, goodbye Anthony, goodbye Houston. Goodbye sun, goodbye Silver, goodbye Mariah, goodbye past...
Today I was moving to Forks, Washington. The rainiest and coldest place in the continental U.S. because my father, Frank, was offered a good job as a head surgeon at the local hospital and he couldn’t resist the opportunity. I tightened my grip on Pooh, Anthony’s small brown teddy bear. I turned my back on my past and walked with my chin held high to face my present and future: Forks.
I am fifteen and my life couldn’t have been any worse. I slammed the door of the red truck my dad owned and looked at him firmly ‘Let’s go.’
He smiled warmly but it never touched his eyes, he knew what I was going through. He backed away from my childhood’s house, from my suffered past.I hoped that my future would be something better but I doubted it. Bad luck chased me everywhere I went.
At the airport, we went through the normal procedures except that this was a one way ticket, there was no turning back. Forks would be a new home, a home I’d have new memories in, better memories as Frank had put it.
On the plane flying to my eminent town, I didn’t sleep, though it was a five hours flight. I looked out the window and at the changing weather when we reached our destined place. I let a gasp escape my lips. I smiled in anticipation. Raindrops were staining the thick glass of my window. I loved the rain and the cold.
The plane started descending and I prepared myself for the speed of the aircraft when it touched land, wet land.
Finally there: Seattle International Airport.
Frank had already bought a car the last time he visited Forks. He even got the house furnished and enrolled me into high school.
Ugh, high school. I absolutely did not want to be the new girl in school. I’d rather be invisible than the new girl. I couldn’t handle the gossip that would probably scatter all around this small town. In fact, I already think – no I know – that they’re aware of our arrival. Word spreads fast in towns where there were three thousand one hundred and twenty one people, well three thousand one hundred and twenty three now. Thank god I had two months to settle in and get familiar with my surroundings, especially the people, before enduring a new torture.
The relief washed away when we were racing to the black BMW under the rain. ‘Don’t worry Lilia.’
That was what everyone at home used to call me, Lilia; I liked it because it reminded me of flowers. I felt uneasy and homesick; I took calm slow deep breaths. Don’t cry Alexya, not now, I reminded myself. ‘You’ll love the house, and Forks.’
I doubted it; I just stared at the unending green nature passing by in a blur. The rain became much more persistent, and I became much calmer. The sound of the drizzling raindrops on the car’s rooftop above us was very relaxing.
I was fixing my eyes on the beautiful nature when I saw a blur in the woods. I straightened. Alert, I turned to Frank ‘Did you see that?’ my voice was frantic.
‘See what, honey?’ He took his eyes from the road to look at me with interest.
‘Never mind’ I slumped back on the seat and focused on the blurry green image. The car slowed and turned into a brick driveway and in front of a two-storey white house.
The forest grew from every way. I had no neighbors nearby. The first hint of civilization was situated around the corner and down the street. Great, I thought to myself dryly. Dad cut the engine and faced me. ‘I have work, Al so here’s the key.’ He handed me the metal key in my white small hand. ‘I’ll help you carry the bags. The room upstairs to the right is yours and the other one is mine. You don’t have to unpack my bag, just get familiar with the house and relax.’
I sighed, arguing was no longer useful. I got used to Frank bailing out on me for the hospital. I reminded myself that it was for a good cause. I wanted to be alone anyway. I sensed the tears that I’ve been holding back since five hours resurfacing and with more power this time. I swallowed the gulp in my throat forcefully. I kept my voice calm and serious. ‘Will you be back early?’
‘I don’t know, Lilia. If I’m late, don’t wait for me.’ He paused with a smile then continued. ‘Come on; let me help you with the bags.’ I got out of the car and opened the trunk.
I had two small cases when Dad had only a big one. I grabbed my luggage and walked up the unsteady stairs of my new porch. I unlocked the door and stepped inside the manner.
I stood unmoving, my eyes sweeping the space. To my right, a glass dining table of four was centered in the room. Black and white photographs of all sizes were placed on each beige-colored wall. To my left, a red leather couch with two flanking armchairs tinted in the same color stood. An oak-colored oval coffee table was centered between the red furniture. A plasma TV was bolted to the wall facing the couch. This was the living room, I concluded. Impressive, Frank had good taste. A door was open and I could see a small round table with two simple chairs pushed to a window. I turned my gaze reluctantly to the wooden stairs built in the hall.
I climbed the steady steps silently with my baggage in hand. I faced two closed doors and opened the one Frank had pointed as mine. The room was pink. I groaned. Frank knew how much I hated that color. I didn’t have it in me to complain right now, I was missing Houston enormously. I threw my bags on my blood-red bed but didn’t open them, not yet. I was afraid that if I started unpacking this would crush me. I just grabbed Pooh tightly and stared around me until I caught my drained reflection on the wall-length mirror.
My lavender eyes were swollen with exhaustion, my pitch black straight hair clung to my face, because it was wet. I had tinted my fringe flashy blue as a tribute to Adam Lambert. It always caught people off guard. I think they were intimidated by me. Surprisingly, I felt smug that I was the only one to have tinted my hair. I felt special. Ha!
My navy t-shirt kissed my chest and shoulders because as my black pants did to my legs and my sneakers to my feet.
‘Bye honey!’ called Frank from downstairs before closing the door behind him. I sighed and detached my eyes from my pathetic look. I wanted to clear my head, breathe some fresh air so I decided to go take a walk into the strange woods.
I didn’t bother getting a coat. I wanted to feel the rain pour on my skin. I stepped in the kitchen but didn’t stop. I continued till I was outside in the backyard.
As soon as I stepped on the grass, I was immediately drenched with the rain’s downpour. I walked towards the immense trees. I wandered aimlessly for the perfect spot to sit on. The soil beneath my feet was muddy, the smell of pine trees was overpowering. I felt tired but I kept going, leaving sight of my house but I made sure that I was going on a straight path so that I’d know where to get back to when I’m calmed and had cleared my head.
Exhausted, I stopped and looked around me. I found a small rock under a tree and went to sit on it. As soon as I was under the tree’s safety, all my feelings of pain hit me with much power. This time, I let my tears fall. I hid my face between my hands while I sobbed quietly for the ache that’s been tormenting me for the past five hours. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to be back in Houston with Becca– my best friend, and I wanted to be in the ranch again, taking care of Silver, my white horse. I wanted to be near Mom and Anthony but I wasn’t, I couldn’t. I was in Forks, the silence seemed too disturbing, and my quiet sobs echoed in the forest.
I bit my tongue, I shouldn’t make any noise. If anyone heard me, they’d think that I’ve been hurt or something bad had happened. I was hurt, and something bad did happen to me. I was taken away from the only place I called refuge; I’ve been brought to this town forcefully. I wished I had never told Dad that I was happy for him. I knew that he wouldn’t have moved to Forks without my acceptance. But I wanted him to be happy, so I let him take me away from Houston. It was my fault I was here.
I heard movements coming from a bush in front of me, my head snapped up to the noise. I started hyperventilating, this couldn’t be good. I held my breath and pressed my legs to myself. I shrunk to the tree. Maybe the person won’t notice me. He emerged from the bush.
The boy, or should I say man, was tan skinned and wore only shorts. It was freezing; I myself was shaking from the cold. His chest was wet and perfectly structured. I trailed my eyes to his abs. One word popped in my head: Wow. The stranger’s hair was cropped short and dark. He didn’t seem to notice me yet, he was looking at the dirt. I exhaled quietly. ‘Humph’ I heard him huff.
He froze when our eyes met.
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Chapter Two - Imprinted {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Three - Friends {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Four - Bliss {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Five - Paint Job {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Six - Declaration {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Seven – Knowledge {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Eight – Dreams I Want to Believe {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Nine – Sleepover {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eleven – Reunion {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Twelve – Explanations {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Thirteen– Buried With the Truth {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fifteen – False Hope {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
Chapter Seventeen – Distraction {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eighteen – A Walk Down Memory Lane {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Nineteen – Josh {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Twenty – Complications {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
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Chapter Twenty One – Cruel World {Alexya’s POV} Written by
Carmen E
Chapter Twenty Two - Dissapearing Slowly {Seth's POV}Written by Carmen E
END OF PART ONE
Chapter One - Worried {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Two - She's Back {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Three - Confessions [Part One] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen EChapter Three - Confessions [Part Two] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on -
Thanks guys, but it's not up to me. Right now Ellie is on vacation and it's her turn to write so we have to be patient. I don't even know what's going to happen next, but i know it's going to be good, Ellie is a great writer and her creativity has no limits.
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on
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Thanks Paulina, add me if you want an update. : )
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Permalink Reply by Ellie!! on -
hello!!!!
Je suis rentré
and i am just finishing off chapter three :)
thanks for the comment carmen:P
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on
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YAYYYY!!! AWESOME! Lol, no problem!
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grrr, for some reason i cannot upload things
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sorry it took a long time :) i hope you like it, it may be a bit boring but the next is in seth's pov, so it should be more interesting :D
Chapter three- Friends- Alexya’s POV
Seth grinned at me but I saw something in his eyes, a spark that wasn’t there before, it made his face all the more perfect. He looked straight back at me and I had to break his gaze and look out the window at the darkened sky. I felt my face get hot, it was strange because I never really blushed, but if I did I went bright red. And against my pale skin it looked like I had some sort of foreign fever, my reflection told me I was doing just that. My hair was still stuck to my forehead, my fringe was darkened by the precipitation.
The rain pounded the glass, each drop thudding like a heart beat. Rain really is nature’s magic, the calming sound it makes always lulls me into a soothing silence. I never really understood why people didn’t like rain, in fact, it was the only thing I like about this place at the moment. I guess I could learn to like it, maybe it will grow on me over time. Seth’s voice brought me back to reality, he was leaning on his hands with his elbows on the table, ignoring his hot chocolate for the moment.
‘What are you thinking?’ I took a big mouthful of my drink and put it in the sink for me to wash up later, I turned my back to the window and leant against the counter.
‘Why Don’t people like the rain, Seth?’ He laughed, surprised by my question.
‘Because it’s, well… wet and cold, no one really likes the rain that much.’ Hmm, I don’t think anyone actually knows why people don’t like the rain.
‘I don’t mind it, I love it.’ I muttered, he smiled slightly.
We talked for what seemed like hours, Seth always had something new to talk about and he told stories of what him and his friends got up to with such enthusiasm that I thought I was there with them. His face always lit up when he talked about someone called Emmett, hmm, maybe old names are common in small towns like Forks… Seth goes to a school on the reservation called La Push and he lives with his sister, Leah, and his mom, Sue.
‘Leah has a heart of stone but sometimes she’s cool, actually, scratch that last remark… she’s a great sister and we’ve had loads of good times together.’
‘To be honest, Seth, I think if I met your sister we would get along just fine.’ I grinned, Leah sounded like Becca, she was my best friend back home, I’ll have to ring her later before she starts ringing the police up saying that I’ve been murdered. Or something along those lines…
‘Hang on, Seth, I’ll be back in a second, I just need something from my room.’ I made my way to the door, ignoring whatever Seth muttered… it was bound to be sarcastic anyway.
I jump up the stairs, two at a time, and went into my bedroom. I had put my phone on the desk so I picked it up and quickly sent a text Becca.
Hey Becca, everything borin here, I cnt w8 2 talk 2 u agen. Call u l8r xxx
I stuffed it in my pocket and went back downstairs again, Seth hadn’t moved since I left briefly. He smiled when I came in, I continued my washing up and Seth began chatting happily again.
I jumped as I heard my dad’s key turning in the lock, I looked wide eyed at Seth and he looked back at me, his dark eyes cautious.
‘Should I be here?’ He asked.
‘I don’t know. Let’s wait and see, shall we.’ I grinned at him and he shook his head at me, a mixture of nervousness and admiration… for some reason.
‘Al?’ Dad’s voice filtered through the house, reaching me and Seth in the kitchen. I reached over for Seth’s mug after he gave me the okay that he was finished.
‘In the kitchen.’ I said clearly, he would hear me through the open doors. And sure enough, his head popped round the door frame followed by the rest of his body.
It was only when Dad got to the fridge that he noticed Seth at the table, Seth gave him an awkward wave which made me roll my eyes. Dad waggled his eyebrows at me.
‘Who’s this then?’ I shrugged, trying to be cool about it but my heart was beating frantically.
‘Seth, I was out for a walk and we ran into each other, he’s my friend.’ I put a slight emphasis on friend, hoping he would catch the hint.
‘Is he, now? So, Seth, where do you go to school?’ I shot Seth an apologetic look, Dad always had to give boys the ‘once over’ as he liked to call it.
I managed to get Seth a ‘get out of a conversation with dad’ free card, once I got back in the kitchen I started washing dad’s stuff up, letting the bubbly water do it’s job.
‘So,’ I started. ‘How come you’re home from work early?’
‘I’m not,’ His voice sounded shocked but I didn’t turn around. ‘I did my full shift, what’s up with you, eh?’ He laughed loudly, I jumped, I wasn’t expecting that.
‘I don’t know, I guess I just lost track of time… I’m going to bed. Night.’
‘Oh, okay. Tired already?’
‘yeahh.’ I murmured, making my way out of the kitchen and up the old stairs… my room was unusually inviting to me, I collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
I hope school isn’t so bad, I mean, I don’t care if no one really likes me, but I would prefer it if no one muttered things about me behind my back, because I would seriously get kung fu on their a**. You never know, maybe there would be some people that were interested in the same things as me, or had the same personalities, then school would be less…bad. Cr*p, I suck with grammar.
Oh well, new school, new start. I hope.
I wish Seth went to the same school as me, I wouldn’t be quite as nervous then. But the problem with me, was that one minute I would be totally zoned out with nerves and the next minute I would be the most confident person in the world, I know, I don’t understand it either… It’s kind of like a switch inside of my brain, or something.
The room felt stuffy so I plodded toward the window half asleep and pushed it open, it emitted a high pitched squealing noise that made me want to put my hands over my ears… I may have to buy some oil. I’ll get Dad to do it, he won’t mind.
I was lulled to sleep, finally, by the sound of rain hitting my bedroom floor. Wait… what? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I ran to the bathroom and pulled at the first towel I saw, sprinting back into my room and placing it over the puddle and drying it off. This time I closed the blind as well, that would stop the rain. I slipped on a bit of water I hadn’t seen and fell onto my bed, giggling quietly, I finally got to sleep.
I dreamed of me and Seth jumping off of a cliff, we were both laughing loudly, surrounded by Seth’s friends. -
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Permalink Reply by Karen E. Teague on -
great chapter can't wait until the next one is posted
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