Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ Can We Say The Shittiest Day On The Face of The Earth or What?! ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do own or create any of the characters, expect for Cassie and Brooke and their father. The rest is done and created by Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series. She owns them, not I. I am only burrowing them for my own twisted tales.

Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weird ville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.


Chapter Six
Can We Say The Shittiest Day
On The Face of The Earth
Or What?!



(Brooke’s POV)


Morning comes too early. Way too damn early. The alarm blaring in my ear was enough to drive me up the wall. Unconsciously, my hand flicked out, shoving the annoying thing off the nightstand. The wailing didn’t ceased, even when it hit the floor with a muffled thudded. I groaned, yanking the pillow over my head. Two more hours that was all I was asking for!

“Shut up!” I cried, finally fed up with the aggravation. I threw back the covers, snatching the nuisance up off the floor and sending the beeping alarm sailing across the room, smashing out the window with loud crash!!! “ROTTEN ALARM CLOCK!!! GO BURN IN HELL!!”

I stood there huffing, feeling satisfied and then climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over my head ready for the sand man to come and bring back my sweet dream of the wedding my sexy Bakura and I were going to have with a Chapel and Marik Istar being the devilishly handsome pastor. The pounding of Dad’s fist on the door, stopped that from happening.

“Brooke. Time to get up and I hope you’re willing to pay for both the broken window and the destroyed alarm clock,” he called through the door.

Shit. There went my allowance for the next two months.

“Better hurry up or else you’re going to be late for school,” he reminded me before heading off down stairs.

I sighed, groggily, sitting back up in bed. I glared at the door, hoping it would burn to smithereens with my fiery gaze. No such luck, so instead I curled back out of bed and trudged over to my closet to find something to wear. I quickly stripped out of my pajamas. I picked out a three-quarter sleeve grey fish net shirt, pulled a navy blue tank top over it with a pair of green cargo pants. I slipped a pair of black fingerless gloves on and put in my favorite earrings; a pair of black metallic winged earrings. I hurried for the bathroom to do my daily routine. I applied my trade mark black lipstick and dark eye-shadow, smirking at my appearance. I really did look like a true blue emo girl. The black of my natural hair color started to show through the roots of the dyed white locks.

Making a face, I hurried out of the bathroom. Upon stepping out into the hallway, the closed door to Cassie’s room caught my eye. I halted about ready to head down the stairs. That was strange…

“Cass?” I called, knocking softly, not sure if Cassie was still pissed off at me from our little spat from yesterday. No one answered. I tried knocking louder. “Yo Cass! You awake?”

I heard some shuffling around behind the hard deep oak surface. The creak of the door opening, revealed my baby sister, paler than usual. Her face was flushed, dramatic purplish black bags hung underneath her puffy eyes. Her usually perky form was hunched over in agony.

She groaned, holding onto her stomach. “Yeah?”

I blinked twice. “You don’t look so good. Are you okay?”

She shook her head and reached for her forehead. “My head’s really throbbing and I feel like I’m going to die,” she muttered weakly. She wandered back to bed, me following suite.

I put my hands on my hips, inspecting her wavering facial expression as she sat down, wrapping her arms back around her stomach. “Let me guess,” I said titling my head acutely. “The monthly visitor?”

Cassie moaned, nodding, collapsing over onto her side. I put forth my best smile and grabbed the covers, pulling them back over her. “Why you don’t stay home today, eh?” I suggested. “You’ll just end up getting sent home anyways, so take it easy, alright? Big sister’s orders.”

Cassie didn’t argue. She simply pulled the covers up to her ears, getting comfortable. I walked out of the room, fetching two Advil and a glass of water. I came back. “Here.”

She sat up and took them from me. She swallowed the pills with a huge gulp of water and washed the rest of it down. I waited.

“Thank you,” she murmured and rolled over, pulling the covers back up over herself, getting settle in for a day of relaxation.

“No prob,” I said and tipp-toed out, silently closing the door behind me in the process. I shook my head, besides myself and headed down stairs.

Dad was in the dining room, reading over a freshly printed manuscript, editing it. He sipped coffee out of a tacky turquoise cup, his eyes glued to the page before him when I entered the room. His eyes never leaving the page, he spoke, “Cassie’s not with you?”

“Nope. She has the bad case of the you know what this month,” I replied nonchalantly, making a bee line for the kitchen where my probably luke warm breakfast awaited me. He didn’t say anything. Our father was never good with girl stuff. It was freaking hilarious watching him try to explain the birds and bees to Cassie and me when we finally hit puberty. His face had gotten so red that we thought for sure he was going to spring a nosebleed on us at any second and faint right on the spot!! I had gotten a picture of it. I have it posted on my myspace page. It’s one of my fondest memories of Dad being so utterly mortified.

Deciding on ditching breakfast, I dumped the plate of cold slimy eggs and rubbery bacon into the garbage, settling on grabbing a chocolate chip granola bar to munch on. I snatched up the car keys to our rented Honda and hurried back into the dining room, wondering if my slow as a snail father was ready to go.

“Hey old man! Ready?” I demanded, focusing my attention on what he was scribbling over his broad shoulder.

He stopped, glancing at me from his peripheral vision. He set down his coffee mug. “You’re a fast mover this morning, Brooke. It usually takes you forever to getting going.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Chst. Didn’t you say I was going to be late for school if I didn’t hurry my ass up?” I demanded. “So get a move on, slow poke. I don’t wanna have detention; especially with the way my luck has been running lately.”

Dad chuckled, indicating to the clock. “You still have twenty minute left before you have to be on campus. I think we can afford some time to chillax,” he stated merrily.

My left eyebrow twitched. “Dad? Please don’t tell me you’re trying to sound upbeat again,” I seethed the annoyance washing back in from when I first crawled out of bed.

He chuckled. “Of course not, Brooke. Whatever made you think that? I’m just hangin` gee. Totally flowing with the groove, hangin` with my all time favorite dawg, homie,” he teased, making animated movements as he spoke.

I gawked at him. “Dad, seriously stop, you’re starting to scare me.”

He laughed, obviously enjoying himself. He set down the manuscript and took the keys from me. “Why don’t you grab your backpack and come back down stairs for a quick game of chest before school starts?”

I groaned. He knew how much I hated chests. That was Cassie’s favorite board game. I liked playing Monopoly because it was a lot funnier and because I got a lot of money, even thought it was fake, but the idea of controlling a whole town was wicked sweet. I rolled my eyes again, shaking my head and stomped out of the room. I yanked my winter coat on along with my side-saddle and closed the door to my room behind me. Carefully, I made my way past Cass’s room and back down the stairs to find Dad waiting in the foyer, rearing to go. I didn’t think I took that long upstairs, but apparently I did, which was good. I wasn’t looking forward to a mind numbing game of chests with little white and blacks pieces facing each other in a nonviolent war seeing who captured whose queen or king first.

The car ride to school was quiet. Very quiet. Dad kept his eyes clued to the slick road through the down pour beyond the windshield and I stared off absently at the never ending landscape of lush green vegetation. Forks High reared its ugly head in the distance through the rain as it splattered against the roadway, exiting the highway. Dad was a much better driver than I was, I hated to admit. Being careful was his motto. Unlike mine, which was “drive like a bat out of hell and pray you don’t hit anything or anyone on the way.” Finally we pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the main building. The campus was practically like a ghost town. Great…

I sighed, not about ready to step out into the pouring rain. All the beautiful chaste snow had washed away over night. Damn rain and its retarded tendency to take away all that was bliss in life. It seemed like forever before Dad said something.

“I hope you have a good day at school, Brooke,” he said awkwardly. It’s definitely been awhile since he gave me a ride to school. “Now remember to get out here right after the final bell rings so we can hurry home. I have a deadline coming up soon after all.”

“What? Already?” I inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Dad chuckled reluctantly. His eyes remained focus to the front of us, warily, brooding. “Well, my editor is coming over next week to see how the first part of the novel is doing and she said if I wasn’t finished she was going to fill me with a thousands holes to the point not even my own mother would recognize me!”

If this had been an anime, I would have sweat dropped. “Yeech, that bad?” Great, that meant Cassie and I were going to be up for spending some quality time with my dad’s bitchy sister, Victoria. Aunt Victoria was also the officially editor of my father’s fantasy series.She came over at last twice during the whole process of writing a novel. Being the old hag she was, Victoria would harp our poor dear old dad’s ear off on his grammatical errors and crap. It was so annoying. She always stayed with us for a couple of days. Four tops.

No wonder why Dad seems a little off, I thought casting a comprehending gaze in my father’s direction. I reached over and patted his shoulder. Since Cassie wasn’t here to put him into a cheery mood, I had to be the sucker to try to boost our father’s sulking spirits.

“There. There, mi padre. I’m sure the whor- I mean Auntie V will be in a better mood this time around,” I said in a sickly sweet tone, forcing up a distorted grin that probably made my face look like it was torn between a grimace and a sneer. “Maybe some alien abducted her this time and gave her happy hormones to replace her supreme bitchiness.”

Dad threw me a “who are you and what have you done with my daughter” startled look.

I sighed, giving up on the idea of being Miss Positive. That was Cassie’s job, not mine. “Either that or just leave it to me,” I said smirking. “I’ll have that blind old harpy wishing she had stayed back in New Orleans.”

Dad shot me a disapproving scowl. “Brooke, please,” he breathed, gravely. “I don’t need a law suit right now.”

Or face the fiery wrath of our aunt’s satanic powers for that matter.

I held up my hands in defeat. “Kidding. Kidding,” I said, knowing the lecture I was in for before it even happened. “Listen, you can read me the riot act later and I promise this time to take it seriously- But as of right now, I need to be saved of the embarrassment of being seen having my dad dropping me off. Who knows what kind of unspeakable horror they’ll spread about me then!”


He sighed in disbelief, smiling and shook his head. “Alright.” He laughed. “Have a good day at school, Brooke. Love you.”

I smiled back. “Love you too, Dad,” I replied. And with that, I shut the door, starting down the sidewalk to get out of this stupid down pour. Washington the gloomiest state in the U.S. No wonder why they have the highest suicide rate! Next to Alaska that is.

The school campus was barely a whisper of what it usually is in the morning, but then again, I did arrive early. Once under the safety of the main office’s roof, I observed my dad’s car pull out of the parking lot, heading for home. I secretly wished I was with him. Cassie was such a lucky bitch. Not lucky in the part of having her period, but lucky in the part that she got to stay home for the day. I wanted nothing more, but to skip school and not have to deal with the freaking judgmental morons that went here. It was times like these that I really wished I was all the way back in California with Cassie and mine, crew of misfits. There had been seven of us together. We were known for our trademark emo ways of straying from the paths of normalcy with our funky attires, hell bent personalities and our always abundant knack for getting into trouble, or else causing some wide spread well earned chaos throughout the school grounds.

Man, I really do miss those days, I thought kicking at the cement, feeling a twang of regret churning in the pit of my stomach. I haven’t emailed any of the guys since we’ve got here. Maybe I should send Yoh or Malcolm something that says something like, “What’s up mother fucker!” or whatever.

I was too lost in my reminiscing to notice that some one had approached me and was now trying to get my preoccupied attention. All I remember is the sensation of having some one shaking me out of my daze. I blinked a few times, reconnecting with the real world to find none other than the grinning pixie child, Alice Cullen herself, along with her gloomy ever presence boyfriend, Jasper Hale.

I nodded in acknowledgement. “Alice. Jasper,” I said cautiously. I didn’t know what to expect from the two bloodsucking freaks.

Alice beamed back, merrily. “Hey Brooke!”

I sighed. What the freak was up with this little shrimp? I mean, shouldn’t she be righteously angry with me for pissing off her dipshit of a brother? “Let’s skip the pleasantries okay,” I stated off handedly. “What do you want with me?”

Alice puffed out her cheeks indignant to my friendly greeting. “You know, you really are a bit snippy in the morning,” she grumbled miffed.

I pushed off the wall with a humorless laugh. “Yeah, well, get use to it,” I said, glancing over to see Jasper giving me the death ray for being rude to his little bouncing sprite. “I’m never been morning person and I ain`t planning to change that any time soon.”

Alice sighed and placed that natural glowing grin back on her face. “Anyway… Where’s Cassie? How come I didn’t see her get out of the car with you when your dad dropped you off?” she interrogated, curiously.

“She’s home sick,” I replied, readjusting my backpack strap.

“So the little hyperactive nymph isn’t feeling well?” Jasper inquired finally speaking up.

I shot him a raised eyebrow. “Uh… duh. That’s what I just said.”

“Emmett will be disappointed. She’s the only interesting student in any of our classes,” he said indifferently, staring off ahead of him, his eyes seeming to search the soaked, drizzling campus outside of the shelter of the main building’s roof.

“Huh.” I smirked. “And here I got the feeling you were annoyed by Cassie’s ever persistent hyperactive chatter.”

His golden eyes flickered back to me. “Yes, well, she reminds me a lot of some one else in my life,” he commented his gaze landing on Alice’s lithe form as she glanced from him to me, puzzled.

She fluttered her wide ocher eyes innocently. “What?”

“Any who… Where is Mr. I’m-All-High-And Mighty-Kiss-My-Big-Shiny-Wonderful-Volvo this morning? I thought for sure he would hunt me down today for a rematch after his humiliating defeat yesterday in lunch,” I wanted to know, looking out into the student parking lot.

“Still licking his wounds,” Jasper and Alice stated in unison. This made me smile in triumphant. Hah, figures.

“So let me guess. He’s skipping school today because he doesn’t want me to see his sorry ass wallowing in self pity,” I assumed, liking the idea of Edward crunched in a corner curled up in a ball crying like a baby. “Hah! I bet he’s drowning in his own tears right now. That stupid-!”

Alice’s and Jasper’s eyes widened in fear, their gazes floating past my gloating form. “Uh… Brooke…” Alice stammered uneasily, pointing past my head.

“Not now, Alice. I’m enjoying tearing apart Mr. Monkey-Face-High-Class-Pompous-Good-For-Nothing-Son-Of-A-Rotten-Bitch piece by tiny piece.”

“Is that so? How fun may I ask is pulling apart every single strand of my dignity, Miss Sparrow?” seethed a dark malevolent, yet charismatic velvet voice as a towering, plainly rigid body towered over my simpering frame.

I froze in mid-sentence. Awe shit. I slowly spun around on my heel to meet the fiery gaze of a very pissed off Edward Cullen, his face twisted into a perfect mask of spite.

I frowned, placing my hands akimbo on my hips. “Hello, Cullen,” I greeted empathetic, watching him stare me down, frustration reflecting brightly in his golden eyes.

He frowned back. “Sparrow.”

“And what do we owe the pleasure of you showing your sorry face today?” I required, waiting for him to answer.

He seemed almost hesitant, thinking his words out carefully. “I have decided to call for a cease fire between us,” he offered, narrowing his eyes on me, warily. “From this day forward we will no longer exchange a single word between us. It is evident that neither one can stand to be in the same room without getting under the other’s skin.”

I rolled my eyes. “Gee and what gave you that idea.”

“I am being serious, Brooke. I won’t risk my family’s reputation to play your juvenile games,” he explained in a cold harsh voice. “You may find some warped form of pleasure pushing people to the very edge of madness, but I do not. So from here on out, neither of us will be speaking to each other. Agreed?”

I sighed, scratching the side of my head. There, he goes again. Acting all civilized and superior to rest of us. I folded my arms in front of me. “Fine,” I said exasperated and reached out a hand to shake on it. “Agreed.”

Edward smiled, like he had just lifted a huge unspeakable burden from his shoulders. “Agreed,” he echoed, shaking hands.

Inside my chest, my heart suddenly stopped, the heat suddenly flaring up in my cheeks. That was the time first I had ever seen anyone look so inhumanly angelic when they truly smiled. I quickly dropped my gaze, my hair hanging in my face to hide my amazement. I flinched at his cold hands. It was like he stuck them in a freezer, but then again, what did you expect from the undead?

I precariously pulled away, stunned a little, and gave Jasper and Alice an awkward wave good-bye. “See you guys in second period,” I said quickly and hastily. I made my way back out into the rain that seemed to drench the entire campus in a miniature flood that overflowed the gutters and drains. My boots slosh in the water that ran off the sidewalk. I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks into my ears.

What the hell was wrong with me?!


A ceased fire, huh? I pondered, draped across my desk in English. There was a substitute filling in for Mr. Muller. Cassie and I had two different English teachers. No wonder we were at different parts of the lesson plan for the year. I tuned out the insane chatter of Jessica and Lauren, who might have been gossiping about some big dance coming up and who they were going to ask out. Miss Doom-and-Gloom was trying desperately to keep them on track. It was basically a work period, which translated to “goof off time while Mr. Hard Ass Muller was away.”

He’s first the person to actually come up and tell me that he can’t deal with my shit any more. Usually the cold shoulder happens naturally after the idiot finally gets it through their thick heads that you can’t call the infamous Brooke Theodore Sparrow out. Most people first try to prove me wrong, and then give up. Huh… It feels… weird.

“Are you going to ask Mike to the dance?” Lauren blabbered aimlessly, obviously texting secretly underneath her desk. Oh yeah, like nobody could tell she had an illegal device on school grounds.

“Well duh. Of course. He is like the hottest guy in school!” Jessica chirped pitifully in her high pitch whiny voice.

“Where should we practice the scene at?” Bella wanted to know, intervening, trying to get the other two dipshits’ attention. Yeah, good luck with that. She was the only one in our group who ever gave a descent attempt in working on the project.

A mischievous grin spread across Lauren’s faked ass tan face. I bet she was tanning every day. I was going to laugh when that frosty bitch ended up with thousands of wrinkles from her constant abuse of her skin by the time she turned thirty. I barely paid attention.

“Let’s have it at Sparrow’s house,” she sneered, her beady little bug eyes flickering my way. I felt all three pairs of eyes land on me in anticipation.

Somebody shoot me.

I glared at the beaming banshee across from me. “How about not,” I retorted, deeply disturbed by the very idea of Miss Sad Sack and the carbon copy Paris Hilton clones inviting themselves over to the only sanction I had left on the face of this Earth.

“Well, you have to do something, Brooke,” Jessica stated, smirking, liking the idea of an afternoon of torturing the emo. “You haven’t made a single afford in this project.”

“Look whose calling the kettle black, bitch,” I seethed, crumpling up a piece of paper and tossing it into the garage can near our clustered desks. Perfect shot. Ten points to me.

“At least she and Lauren are making a decent effort, Brooke,” Bella pointed out, nodding her head in agreement. “You haven’t done a single thing since we started this project.”

“Except just sit on your lazy ass and sleep,” Lauren added, all three of them ganging up on me.

“At this rate your participation grade is going to be a big fat zero,” Jessica put in her two scents once more.

“You should haul your own weight every once and a while,” Bella commented, shifting through the stack of papers on her desk. Most likely background history on Shakespeare. “Mr. Muller is going to gladly fail you if don’t you get your act together instead of behaving like a bratty juvenile.”

I rolled my eyes. “Chst. Like I would take the advice of a depressing old hag.”

A stunned silence fell over our tiny group. A group next to us, whispered quietly amongst each other, obviously over hearing our tense little conversation. They all exchanged appalled glances, their eyes flickering over to me. It was written all over their faces. “How dare she insult Chief Swan’s only daughter! The nerve!”

The papers in Bella’s hands slipped away. “WHAT?!” she practically shouted, her eyes bulging in horror. She gripped the edge of the desk, rigidly. She strained to keep her temper under control, her eyes narrowed on my blank face.

“H-How dare you!” she started bleakly, stammering. “You know nothing about me, let alone enough substantial information to make such assumptions! I don’t act like an old hag! So why don’t you shut your damn-?!”

“Oh please, spare me,” I drawled back interrupting her little rant. I heard Lauren snicker underneath her breath. I guess I wasn’t the only person in our group to dislike Miss Doom-And-Gloom. “Look at you. You act like a hundred year old grandma who hasn’t stepped foot outside of her house since the eighteen hundreds. What’s wrong, old fart, forgot your crane to hit us young whippersnappers? What? Don’t you know how to act your own age! All you do is sit there and act like you’re superior to the rest of us immature hellions.”
I climbed up to my feet, throwing out my hands in a theatrical gesture. “Oo, Let at me! I’m Bella Swan. I’m so great because I act ages older than the rest of my retarded peers,’” I mocked, getting everyone’s attention to drawn to our conspicuous group stationed near the front of the room. “‘I wanna look I’m a thirty year old stuck in the body of an average adolescent. I’m so damn plain I would even put a brunch of scholars to sleep with my hoo-hum idiocy!’

Bella clenched her fists until her nails dug into the flesh of her palms. A heated blush flooding her face. “Shut up.”

“What’s even more ridiculous than my shitty attitude is that I’m afraid to have a little fun in my drab and dark and gloomy life,” I continued making a complete ass out of myself, but hey, it was worth it if I utterly humiliated that freaking douche bag. “I’ll, like, explode into tiny pieces or something if I even so as smile! That’s how damn pathetic I am! I’m such a fun sucker! I act like the whole world is out to get me because, like, who doesn’t want a piece of this!’”

By now the entire class had erupted into an up roar of laughter all at the expense of a very agitated embarrassed Bella. I swear her face was the color of a freaking tomato. She chewed on her lips anxiously. Even the Paris Hilton Clones, Jessica and Lauren were cracking up at my wise ass antics. Without warning Bella leapt to her feet, her hair hanging in her face. Ominously, she stalked toward me, fury burning in her depthless brown eyes. She raised her hand and struck me across the face. Shock radiated throughout my body. She just slapped me? Miss No-Back-Bone-What-So-Ever actually had the nerve to come up to me and slap me? Maybe I should be giving Bella more props than what I do! Not!!

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Bella shrieked, everyone falling silent around us. Their bewildered gazes fixated on her trembling form. Tears streaked down her pale as a ghost face. “What the hell is your problem anyway? Do you enjoy making other people suffer? Is this all nothing, but a big game to you or something? Huh? Is it? Well, let me tell you something, Brooke Sparrow! Grow up! Life is a lot more complicated than your warped little mind could ever understand!”

She pointed at me, visibly shaking, her weak wrath less than intimidating than a horde of pissed off Old Italian ladies. “You think this is all a big game? Well, guess what! Stop acting like a spoiled child who’s acting the part of a petty victim and grow up already,” she proclaimed, furiously, appalled by my juvenile delinquent behavior. “Life’s isn’t fair! And it never will be, so just don’t go around and-!”

That was it! Now she crossed the line. How dare she! How dare she assume she knew what it was like to suffer! She had no idea! No idea at all!!

The stinging of her handprint across the left side of my cheek, faded, being replaced with an indescribable anguish consuming my heart and soul. Memories I had long ago repressed within the far reaches of my mind, came flooding back. A woman holding an antique vase high above her head. Blinding pain. Screams of pure terror and pain bursting forth from my strained lungs. My sister bawling somewhere off to my side. The feeling of a warm liquid running down the side of my face. Confusion. Regret. Betrayal. It all came barreling back, leaving a foul metallic taste in my mouth.

Before I realize what I’d done, my fist connected with her face. Purely on impulse. An automatic reaction. I hit her so hard that she stumbled back, slamming into the floor with a loud thud. Breathing heavily, I draw my clenched hand back, quivering.

“You… You have no idea what it means to truly suffer,” I hissed, venom leaking out over every word that spewed from my mouth. My voice cracked as I spoke. “You think you have it hard. Try living my life, bitch! Every day I have to live with the truth of what happened that… day. I have to live with those memories burned permanently inside my brain. The pain my family went through. The suffering we all went through because of some rotten son of a bitch! So don’t go acting all high and mighty when you have no clue-No clue at all what it means to go through hell and back! I know what suffering is, so don’t go preaching to me, you ungrateful little bitch! You live a prized life compare to mine! At least you can trust both your parents!”

The bell ending fifth period rang across campus. My face felt like it was on fire. I gritted my teeth, working back the urge to lash out physically again. I snagged my coat and backpack. “I’ll ask my father about holding practice over at my house, but not because I feel that it’s my responsibility. Because I need that grade for this damnable class,” I grumbled, pulling on my coat and slinging my bag over my shoulder. I shot the speechless idiots a heated glare before making a bee line for the door.

I ignored the distasteful gossiping whispers among my stupid peers, the questioning and disapproving stares. I ignored it all. The rain felt good as I stepped out of the building, letting it cool my raging temper, not caring if I messed up my makeup. The droplets of water, splashed against my exposed face as I trudged across the campus toward the cafeteria. I wasn’t hungry anymore, just mad. Anger ran ramped through my veins, boiling over, causing every cell, nerve, tissue in my body zing with static electricity. Boy, did I felt bad for the unfortunate idiot who was going to accidentally bump into me. NOT!

I dropped my shit off at the barren table, where Cassie and I had sat for the last two weeks of us being here at gay ass Forks High. I ignored the beautiful, solitary occupants at the table not far from me. There was no use in bothering them, especially since Edward and I were in what he called a ceased fire. Whatever, I don’t care. Even if I was a high-strung shorted tempered person, I knew how to keep to my word. And there was no way I was looking their way or even utter at single word at that stuck up arrogant spoiled little brat unless he provoked me first.

I grabbed a tray, placing a not-too-fresh-looking bagged apple on it along with a carton of chocolate milk and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I paid for my meal with what money was left on my lunch card. I would have to pester Dad about it tonight when I got home from school. I made my way back to my lonesome table in the far corner of the long rectangular room. I could feel the familiar stares of distain from the students around me, but I still proceeded forward. I had gotten used to them by now. I sat down at the table, yet made no attempt to eat anything. I was too angry to. My stomach was knotted into a painful knot.

No, she didn’t know what it was like to truly suffer…

Relief swept through me when it was time to leave, I quickly jumped to my feet. I hadn’t even bothered to eat. I was too sick, sick from anger, from the bitterness that ripped through my heart every time my mind reeled back into those painful memories. I shook my head, darting for the door, needing- No wanting to run. Away from the suddenly too loud cafeteria. Away from those judgmental stares. The students’ gossiping voices. Away from this dreary school. Back home to my only sanctuary, locked up in my room, huddled up on the bed, laptop in hand.

In my quest to make a hasty retreat from the suddenly claustrophobic lunchroom, I didn’t see the porcelain arm blocking the way. I run into it head on, my nose crashing into the uncannily hard appendage. With a startled cry, I stumbled back holding onto my now bruised nose. I leered down the bastard standing in front of me, returning the gesture ten times folds. His angelic face livid, brow line creased, perfectly sculpted lips drawn in a scowl, his golden burnt eyes narrowed.

For a long time, neither of us spoke. We just glared at each other, refusing to be the first one to compromise the ceasefire. What the hell did Mr. I’m-Edward-Cullen-Almighty-Bend-Down-And-Kiss-My-Big-Wonderful-Ass want? I was definitely not going to be the one to give in. If this jack ass was looking for a fight, boy he had chosen a lousy time to do it!

Being the stubborn mule I was, I tried to duck underneath his incredibly well toned arm. Nuh-uh, didn’t work. He just moved to block me further with his entire body. An exasperated sighed escaped my nostrils on the account my lips were pressed together in a thin line. Edward was wearing down my already too short patience, which was decreasing with every passing minute.

I refuse to let this undead prick get to me, I thought fuming, clenching my hands until my fingernails tugged into the flesh of my palms. Fine, if he wants to act like a stupid jack ass, let him.

I spun around on my heel, heading for the main entrance. I didn’t get very far. The moment I turned, I felt the solid impression of a marble hand on my shoulder. Now this was getting ridiculous. I turned to glare at him from over my shoulder. Beams of pure loathing shooting out of my eyes. I had a good mind to electrocute the moron.

“I want you to stay away from Bella Swan,” he ordered in a low spine chilling voice. The velvet in it had an edge of deadly promising.

I snorted. “And here I thought we were on no speaking terms.”

His face darkened. “We are.”

I yanked my shoulder free, whirling around, lashing out with my hand, the molecules exciting themselves, creating an sharp enough electric charge to shock him. “Then stop talking to me!”

The electrified fist slammed into his jaw. An echoing crackle and pop exploded as sparks emitted from my fist contacting with his face. Edward stumbled backward from the blow, his hand immediately flying to his tingling jaw. An eerie silence followed. I stood there panting, my temper boiling over to the point that now visible sparks flickered around my tightly clenched hands.

The bloody vampire turned to gawk at me, trying to comprehending what happened. Let, me guess. Edward the Wonderful never had been slugged by a pissed off girl before. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, bewildered. “D-did you just hit me?” he stuttered, flabbergasted. “What are you?”

I grinded my teeth and shouted at the top of my lungs, “That’s none of your fucking business, so piss off!!” I gave the bloodsucker the bird and raced past him, toward the exit, leaving the entire cafeteria and him in a horrified silence.

I hid out in the bathroom for the rest of the day. Skipping both my trigonometry and Spanish class. By the time Dad drove up in the rented Honda, I was glad to get out of there.

Dad gave me a questioning glance when I slammed the door shut with more force than necessary. “Is everything okay, Brooke? You look like you want to murder some poor unfortunate soul,” he observed his tone cautious and concern.

More like a certain bloodsucking bastard. “Just shut up and drive,” I murmured underneath my breath, winding my arms tightly around my chest to try to ease the tingling sensation running up and down my arms. My anger levels were still pretty high, which meant I was having a slight problem with controlling my abilities. Comes with the job, I guess. To relieve some pressure, I flicked my fingers automatically shifting the dial on the dashboard, searching for a proper channel. I found a decent rock channel and cranked up the music.

Dad didn’t say anything else, getting the gist of it. Being the understanding father he was, he let the subject drop and pulled out of the parking lot. Like this morning, it was a very quiet ride. Not that I minded though. It gave me a chance to unwind a bit, hopefully, getting my temper to a somewhat manageable state, so I didn’t go completely berserk on either Dad or Cassie. I watched the lush verdant vegetation whizzed by the passenger window, the rain sloshing across the window, calming me. I closed my eyes, listening to the rain splattered against the pane of glass right next to my head.

“Everything alright?” Dad’s collected soothing voice wanted to know, breaking through the brief blankness that had taken hold of my mind.

“Yeah,” I whispered, not bothering opening my eyes.

“Brooke, you know if you have anything on your mind, you can always talk to me,” he consoled, softly, keeping his eyes on the blurry road in the headlights of the car.

I didn’t answer. I could hear the sad smile in his voice when he spoke. “I see. You’ll talk about it when you’re ready to,” he whispered and reached over to place an affectionate hand on the top of my head, carefully brushing back the unruly bangs. “We’re home.”

“Huh.” I slowly opened my eyes to stare out the window at our two story white colonial home in all its solitude, sitting at the crest of the sprawling circular yard and towering moss covered trees that flanked it on all sides. I hadn’t realized we stopped moving. I sighed, unbuckling myself, popping the car door open, and stepping out into the pouring rain. Home. Sweet home.


The chopping of the knife as it struck the wooden cutting board repeatedly, slicing through a carrot, bounced off the creamy tan walls of our gallery styled kitchen. The radio was playing “Hey Juliet” by Simple Plan. I hummed along, preparing the salads we were having with the steak that was slowly roasting away inside of the oven. This afternoon’s incident seeming nothing more than a mere memory now. I felt at ease, working hard, making sure dinner would be right on time. Dad had locked himself away in his study, desperately trying to get the manuscript of chapter one and two ready for his editor to review. Cassie was huddled up on the couch in the living room, watching Teen Titans on Cartoon Network. I checked on the eggs, boiling away on the stove top. They would be ready soon to set out to cool before I could peel them. I had already diced up the lettuce and celery. I sprinkled the freshly cut carrots across the three plates set out.

I had to admit. I felt at ease, cooking. Maybe I should consider becoming a chief, I thought, considering the opportunities of the culinary arts. I could become a sue chief in Paris, France, food capital of the world. That would be exciting.

“Hey! Yugi no! That’s not for you!” I snapped, shoving Cassie’s black cat off the counter, who looked like he was about ready to stick his furry face into one of the salads. “Damn cat.”

I whistled, twirling the knife dangerously around in my hand, nonchalantly. I set it down and started to put the salads away, so I wouldn’t have a repeat of what just happened. A ping of energy streaked across the back of my mind. I quickly put away the last plate and closed the refrigerator door. Turning to the window, I peered out into the gloomy shadow encased yard, trying to stare into the hidden foliage beyond the well kept lawn. In the darkness of the night, a solemn white profile stared back, hidden by the shadows of the sky bent trees. Even though the lurking figure was far in the depths of the trees, I sensed the familiarity of the electric currents emitting from him. I clutched the edge of the counter, leaning over the sink, narrowing my eyes, straining to focus my psychic powers. I knew this energy wave. I knew this presence.

What was he doing here?!

I draw in a short livid breath. Of all the nerve, I thought and whirled away from the window. And here, that wise ass thought he was so well camouflaged by all that green stuff. Arrogant bastard.

“Dad!” I called out, hurrying out of the kitchen. I stepped into the living room.

Cassie turned to me, inquisitively as I quickly stomped past. “Hey, Brooke. What’s up ?” She had been feeling better, but her period always throws her for loop at the beginning.

I pounded my fists, loudly on the door. “Yo! Old man! Peel your freaking eyeballs from that monitor!” I shouted through the door. I heard the rolling of wheels across the hard wooden floor of the study. The clear crisp sounds of footsteps were followed by the click of a doorknob turning.

“Yes? What seems to be a problem, Brooke?” Dad inquired, popping his head out into the living room. “What’s going on?”

“Mind if I borrow that elephant rifle you used on your safari hunt in Africa?” I asked gesturing toward the display case across the room, set up against the far wall, between two of the gigantic rectangle French windows. “There’s a stalker out in the backyard.”

Dad laughed in spite of himself. “I see and I’ve already sensed his presence,” he explained in a low serious voice. “And no you can’t use my elephant rifle. The thing’s old and it would probably fell apart in your capable hands. Just ignore him. He’ll go away, eventually. He always does.”

I puffed out my lower lip, pouting. “Why? It’s so annoying!” I whined, throwing my arms up in the air. “All he does is just stand there and do nothing. The idiot isn’t even trying to approach us. None of them do!”

“And we should be grateful for that, Brooke,” Dad advised solemnly. “We don’t want any trouble. You can piss them off in school, but when you’re at home, it’s better off to leave things as they are. They have more of an advantage out here because there are no witnesses. They could attack us at anything, whenever they wish, but since they are showing no signs of aggressions, it’s best to show them the same respect they show us.”

I sighed, throwing up my hands in defeat. “Fine!” Figures Dad would say something like that. He’s always, “Let’s not fight. Fighting is bad. Pacifism is the best route of avoiding conflict.”

“Is it you know who again?” Cassie wanted to know when I came to sit by her for a second. She wrapped her Full Metal Alchemist Blanket around her tighter. Her ice blue eyes burrowed into mine.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“So? What are you going to do?”

I shrugged, glancing at the now closed door to the study. Again, the rhythmic sound of Dad’s fingers dancing across the computer keyboard filled the air. “Ignore it, I guess,” I muttered, fuming. “Dad thinks it’s best to leave those bloodsucking morons alone. He doesn’t want any confrontation taking place.”

Cassie nodded. “That makes sense.” She titled her head. “What do you think they want?”

I sighed, heavily, standing up. “Who knows?” And with that, I quickly made my way back into the kitchen.

Quickly flicking off the fire, I left the eggs out to cool and returned to the window, staring out into the deserted backyard. The trees bordering its wide stretched rim, reached out into the dark gloomy sky. The rain splattered against the deep flourishing vegetation, their features intensified by the darkness. He was still there. Standing under the protection of the Washington’s great green forest, watching.

Just what does he want any way?


A/N: Mwuhahahaha! Cliff hanger!! Well, that’s it for now. I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter Six!! And I want to give a huge thank you to smilezpleez for reviewing. It’s always wonderful to hear from my readers and I wish her the best of luck on her new up-coming fan fiction! Totally awesome dude! Anyway, like I said, this will be it for me posting until further notice… Once I have Chapter Eight and Nine done, and ten under way I’ll beginning posting once more, but that probably won’t until Christmas vacation! I hope all you guys enjoyed Chapter Six and Happy Early Holidays!! And remember, vote for your favorite character in reviews for this up coming end of the year popularity poll where the winning character will have a drawing of his or her picture on my account!! So if you want to see you favorite character drawn, VOTE!! Please and thank you. Until then… PEACE OUT!!! XD