It was a relief to feel the cool, crisp air again and see the green undergrowth of the Washington forests that touched the edge of our student parking lot. Even though I had lived here for almost two months, I could not get over the view.
Something about the forests intrigued me. I wasn’t sure exactly what is was, but I was captivated door it. It seemed as if it were a likely place where all my fantasies could come true. Where I could live in the worlds I wanted so desperately. door far, it was the best place I’ve lived in. Out of all the places I had been, this was the one that I believed I could spend eternity in. It was the only one that held my interest. However, I knew that I couldn’t, I was obligated to verplaats in just another week.
My aunt and I were only temporarily living here in Kalaloch, Washington. She had just finished a restoration of a house about thirty minuten north from where we currently lived and it was being sold for profit, as usual unless something went terribly wrong during its “flip”. However, my aunt had never had such occurrences, only her unlucky co - worker had ever lost any large sum of money.
She was good at her job, as a result we moved often and even though I hated the never ending procedure, I didn’t contradict my aunt. This being because she had helped me when I needed her most, and was helping me pay for college.
I already knew my career path; I was going to be a doctor. But, unfortunately, I did not have enough money to get there door myself. I also had a job as a waitress in a local diner, however that wasn’t bringing in any income seeing as we hardly had any customers at all. So, I was stuck. I had no choice but to leave the one place I wanted to stay.
I slowly walked vooruit, voorwaarts towards my car, a black Toyota corolla, scanning the scenery in front of me one last time before I opened the door and stepped inside. I took my key and turned the car on then, searched for a way to escape the crowded parking lot full of students as I listened to the sound of my engine.
Something was off about the sound, but I couldn’t tell what. I would have to bring it to mechanic. As I silently wondered how much that could possibly cost me, I carefully slid out into a space between two cars as quickly as possibly, I presumed it would be my only shot at making it outside school premises within the volgende hour.
Driving out on the open road was nice change, It was another one of the few places where I could free myself from the tedium’s of daily life. Just like the forest. I loved to drive and see the lines on the straat flash door in a streak of white. It felt good to know that I was in charge of my life in some way.
Technically, it wasn’t a very good thing to be charge of though. My life of my death. But, somehow the fear always seemed to evade me, only letting in the glory of freedom. I wished somehow that I could enhance my speed, to be flying through the forests. But, the speed countered my thoughts. It was only forty-five. Soon, the speed came an unbearable fifteen miles per uur limit, also signaling that I would soon be home.
In five minuten I pulled into the driveway of my one story brick house. It was small, but it had charm. It was the kind of house I wanted to have. I banished that thought though, as I saw my aunt waiting for me in the window. “Shoot,” I mumbled to myself.
As I was reviewing my freedom, I had forgotten to plan what I was going to do with myself for the rest of the day. My aunt was going to help fill out paperwork at her office and would be waiting to hear where she would find me during the evening. I had no idea what I was going to tell her.
Obviously my homework was done, and seeing as we were moving across the state in a week, all the stuff in my room, except the essentials, had already been shipped away. I had no choice but to either go out of sit on the floor of our living room doing nothing. I chose the less upsetting option: going out, but I still didn’t know where.
Looking at my tattered jeans, I realized I had at least one reason to go to the mall, that would have to do. I had no obligation to the plan though, I could happily spend hours inside of any fashion store.
I tumbled out of my car, going as fast as I could up the driveway toward my door. My aunt opened it just then. Obviously, door the look on her face, I was making her late for work. Her volgende words reassured my thoughts. “Where have u been, I’m running late for work and -” my aunt Rachel zei angrily.
I cut her off, hoping to stop her eyes from balefully glaring at me.“ Traffic, I’m going to go to the mall,” I zei as quickly as possible.
“Okay, but be back door eight, no later,” she threatened. It was probable that she was thinking about how I seemed to get lost in time while around a clothing store. In the volgende few seconden she was already out the door and gone.
I was also eager to escape. Having just received my last paycheck, I would finally be able to buy some new clothes. I had my wallet on me, so there was no reason to go inside, I would put my book bag in the house later. For now, it could stay in my car. I turned around and shut the door behind me, strolling quietly down our driveway to reach my Corolla.
I was excited to exceed town premises for the first time in just about what had been my entire stay time in Kalaloch and thrilled at trying out the mall just north of here. I had never been there and my sense of direction wasn’t brilliant. I hoped that I could make it there and back without incident. But if I happened to go in the wrong direction, I knew where I would end up, Forks, Washington.
It had been easy enough to find the mall, but it wasn’t quite what I expected. It only contained a few stores, to my severe disappointment. However, seeing as I had already made the journey, I figured I could go inside. The mall was just as depressing as it was inside than out.
Basically, the only stores which it enclosed were obviously not aimed for the looks of a teenager and the few ones that were, I would have never gone in. The mannequins in the windows provided enough of a reason, they were all dressed in ripped jean miniskirts and see through tank tops. Obviously, not my style.
With chagrin plain on my face, I headed out the exit of the mall ignoring the polite gestures of passing people. I was in no mood to converse and if I were to, I was certain it wouldn‘t be a pleasant conversation seeing as I had just drove forty-five minuten away for nothing. I didn’t end up with a single item of clothing.
I had made it to my car, once again. I got in, slammed the door as hard as I could, shoved my key into the ignition and started the car. It was beginning to get dark outside while I wondered why my days always had a negative impact. I then turned out onto the highway and started my drive home pagina behind a black Mercedes.
The driver was going much to slow, and I began to think about honking when I heard a sudden shrieking sound. I looked to my left and there I saw what was coming full speed at my car and myself. It was a green Land Rover whose tire had popped off leaving its metal frame to run against the road. I stomped on the gas pedal, but my car couldn't move. I was wedged in between the skidding car and it's deestination.
I had no time to react, except for the sudden terror that seized me. Before I thought possible, the Land Rover hit into the side of my Corolla and I was pinned against the highways side rail, I felt the shattered glass of my windshield penetrate my skin and saw my crimson blood pouring down my sleeves. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness as I tried to scream for the driver in front of me to help, but never managed to coax up a cry for him to come.
In the volgende few moments, I was suddenly alerted of my regained consciences door the sharp slashing pain of glass continuing to cut through my skin.
Hasn't been edited but I figured I'd post it :)
I did my research, Kalaloch is a real city and north of Forks, WA.
And one meer note. I'm sorry that these are not indented. I couldn't figure out how to do it and it's driving me crazy that it will be grammatically incorrect. Anyone know how to indent?
Something about the forests intrigued me. I wasn’t sure exactly what is was, but I was captivated door it. It seemed as if it were a likely place where all my fantasies could come true. Where I could live in the worlds I wanted so desperately. door far, it was the best place I’ve lived in. Out of all the places I had been, this was the one that I believed I could spend eternity in. It was the only one that held my interest. However, I knew that I couldn’t, I was obligated to verplaats in just another week.
My aunt and I were only temporarily living here in Kalaloch, Washington. She had just finished a restoration of a house about thirty minuten north from where we currently lived and it was being sold for profit, as usual unless something went terribly wrong during its “flip”. However, my aunt had never had such occurrences, only her unlucky co - worker had ever lost any large sum of money.
She was good at her job, as a result we moved often and even though I hated the never ending procedure, I didn’t contradict my aunt. This being because she had helped me when I needed her most, and was helping me pay for college.
I already knew my career path; I was going to be a doctor. But, unfortunately, I did not have enough money to get there door myself. I also had a job as a waitress in a local diner, however that wasn’t bringing in any income seeing as we hardly had any customers at all. So, I was stuck. I had no choice but to leave the one place I wanted to stay.
I slowly walked vooruit, voorwaarts towards my car, a black Toyota corolla, scanning the scenery in front of me one last time before I opened the door and stepped inside. I took my key and turned the car on then, searched for a way to escape the crowded parking lot full of students as I listened to the sound of my engine.
Something was off about the sound, but I couldn’t tell what. I would have to bring it to mechanic. As I silently wondered how much that could possibly cost me, I carefully slid out into a space between two cars as quickly as possibly, I presumed it would be my only shot at making it outside school premises within the volgende hour.
Driving out on the open road was nice change, It was another one of the few places where I could free myself from the tedium’s of daily life. Just like the forest. I loved to drive and see the lines on the straat flash door in a streak of white. It felt good to know that I was in charge of my life in some way.
Technically, it wasn’t a very good thing to be charge of though. My life of my death. But, somehow the fear always seemed to evade me, only letting in the glory of freedom. I wished somehow that I could enhance my speed, to be flying through the forests. But, the speed countered my thoughts. It was only forty-five. Soon, the speed came an unbearable fifteen miles per uur limit, also signaling that I would soon be home.
In five minuten I pulled into the driveway of my one story brick house. It was small, but it had charm. It was the kind of house I wanted to have. I banished that thought though, as I saw my aunt waiting for me in the window. “Shoot,” I mumbled to myself.
As I was reviewing my freedom, I had forgotten to plan what I was going to do with myself for the rest of the day. My aunt was going to help fill out paperwork at her office and would be waiting to hear where she would find me during the evening. I had no idea what I was going to tell her.
Obviously my homework was done, and seeing as we were moving across the state in a week, all the stuff in my room, except the essentials, had already been shipped away. I had no choice but to either go out of sit on the floor of our living room doing nothing. I chose the less upsetting option: going out, but I still didn’t know where.
Looking at my tattered jeans, I realized I had at least one reason to go to the mall, that would have to do. I had no obligation to the plan though, I could happily spend hours inside of any fashion store.
I tumbled out of my car, going as fast as I could up the driveway toward my door. My aunt opened it just then. Obviously, door the look on her face, I was making her late for work. Her volgende words reassured my thoughts. “Where have u been, I’m running late for work and -” my aunt Rachel zei angrily.
I cut her off, hoping to stop her eyes from balefully glaring at me.“ Traffic, I’m going to go to the mall,” I zei as quickly as possible.
“Okay, but be back door eight, no later,” she threatened. It was probable that she was thinking about how I seemed to get lost in time while around a clothing store. In the volgende few seconden she was already out the door and gone.
I was also eager to escape. Having just received my last paycheck, I would finally be able to buy some new clothes. I had my wallet on me, so there was no reason to go inside, I would put my book bag in the house later. For now, it could stay in my car. I turned around and shut the door behind me, strolling quietly down our driveway to reach my Corolla.
I was excited to exceed town premises for the first time in just about what had been my entire stay time in Kalaloch and thrilled at trying out the mall just north of here. I had never been there and my sense of direction wasn’t brilliant. I hoped that I could make it there and back without incident. But if I happened to go in the wrong direction, I knew where I would end up, Forks, Washington.
It had been easy enough to find the mall, but it wasn’t quite what I expected. It only contained a few stores, to my severe disappointment. However, seeing as I had already made the journey, I figured I could go inside. The mall was just as depressing as it was inside than out.
Basically, the only stores which it enclosed were obviously not aimed for the looks of a teenager and the few ones that were, I would have never gone in. The mannequins in the windows provided enough of a reason, they were all dressed in ripped jean miniskirts and see through tank tops. Obviously, not my style.
With chagrin plain on my face, I headed out the exit of the mall ignoring the polite gestures of passing people. I was in no mood to converse and if I were to, I was certain it wouldn‘t be a pleasant conversation seeing as I had just drove forty-five minuten away for nothing. I didn’t end up with a single item of clothing.
I had made it to my car, once again. I got in, slammed the door as hard as I could, shoved my key into the ignition and started the car. It was beginning to get dark outside while I wondered why my days always had a negative impact. I then turned out onto the highway and started my drive home pagina behind a black Mercedes.
The driver was going much to slow, and I began to think about honking when I heard a sudden shrieking sound. I looked to my left and there I saw what was coming full speed at my car and myself. It was a green Land Rover whose tire had popped off leaving its metal frame to run against the road. I stomped on the gas pedal, but my car couldn't move. I was wedged in between the skidding car and it's deestination.
I had no time to react, except for the sudden terror that seized me. Before I thought possible, the Land Rover hit into the side of my Corolla and I was pinned against the highways side rail, I felt the shattered glass of my windshield penetrate my skin and saw my crimson blood pouring down my sleeves. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness as I tried to scream for the driver in front of me to help, but never managed to coax up a cry for him to come.
In the volgende few moments, I was suddenly alerted of my regained consciences door the sharp slashing pain of glass continuing to cut through my skin.
Hasn't been edited but I figured I'd post it :)
I did my research, Kalaloch is a real city and north of Forks, WA.
And one meer note. I'm sorry that these are not indented. I couldn't figure out how to do it and it's driving me crazy that it will be grammatically incorrect. Anyone know how to indent?
As with the "new" Bella, there will be new changes to the story. Such as:
1.) Fanged vampires
2.) Burning in the sunlight
3.) Bella fighting back
4.) Taking bloody and daring turns
5.) A slightly darker and meer grim version to the family
I'll write the first one soon. And I hope the ones who read it enjoy it. It's my first fanfiction, if u would call it that, and I tried on the storyline. Really.