"You start school in a month kid, get on the ball." My dad said in a joking tone. I hate shopping. My dad took me to the mall to get new clothes for the new year. Junior year. One year away from adulthood. I start pulling things off the shelves in order to find at least something to put on my body. I motion him towards the dressing room. I shut and lock the door and pick up the only colored shirt out of my quick collection. It was a green short sleeved button up with some random bowling company printed and worn out on the back. I cringed. I threw off my top and slipped it on. I actually like it. It fits perfect and compliments my pale skin. I unlock the squeaky hinge on the door. As im making my way out, i see my dad 15 feet away from where he stood just 3 minutes ago. He was laughing with a boy around my age, maybe younger. His long black hair and his tan skin along with his dark grey shirt and worn out jeans all fit perfectly with his extreamly symmetrical face. He must have had braces when he was younger because his teeth were perfect. I snapped out of my daze when i heard my dad call my name. "Bella! Hey kid, this is Jacob. Billy Black's son. You remember?" I paused for a little bit. My gazing earlier made it a little easier to remember that me and him used to play together when we were kids. I never wanted to play barbies with his sisters, so I was stuck playing in the mud with him. "Yeah, no I remember. How have you been?" He locked eyes with my dad for a split second and I seen my dad nod from the corner of my eye. "Ive been great. I uh- Charlie? Do you want to-" My dad interrupted Jacob in a heartbeat. "Bella we got something for you. But its outside. And we'll have to wait till we pay for this." He tugged on my shirt while he spoke. "Great. That's awesome. But I have like, 5 other things to try on. Give me a few minutes." I headed back to the dressing room and quickly thanked the universe that it was still vacant. I try on the rest of my collection. Beige sweater, grey cardigan, white shirt, and two other boring shirts. Forks was a very cold place. Much different than Phoenix. I moved with my dad this summer when my mom remarried. Phils a minor league baseball player so he travels...alot. I was alone all of the time so I made the decision to leave home. I again, snapped out of my gaze when i realized I tried on all of the shirts I had carried. I put on my clothes and made motions to my dad that I was ready to leave. I felt the excitement flow through my body when i remembered about my supprise. What could it possibly be. And why is it outside. And why did this attractive boy have to be the one to deliver it.
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Twilight rewrite.
FantasyThis is just a re write of Twilight. Same plot, different approach. Enjoy.