The Story of Quinn Cullen
Chapter 2
Author's Note:
Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long since my last chapter but I had a ton of tests and projects and stuff since it was the end of term... but now I'm on vacation so it's okay. Sorry this chapter is really short but I'm probably going to update a lot this week. Love you guys. Enjoy <333
Recap:
*Flashback over* It had only been a year since my transformation, but my family thought that I was ready to be around humans and I did too. I wanted to go to school with my family. It made me sad to think that they might have to go without me if I can’t stay under control. But Rennesme didn’t go to school. She wasn’t allowed. It would cause to many questions since her maturity and the age that she looks don’t match. She looks like a seventeen year old but she’s really only ten. I didn’t want to be left behind. I wanted to go, but if today I couldn’t even be in the library with people, how was I supposed to go to school with them in a month? Alice sighed, “Don’t worry Quinn, It will all work out. I’ve seen it,” Alice said. “I know. I’ve seen it too, but you know that visions aren’t always perfect. Things change. If I make one wrong decision, everything gets ruined,” I said. “So don’t make any wrong decisions, and you’ll be fine. Trust me,” she said. “I do trust you, but I don’t trust visions, even if I saw it too.”
I had seen it. You see, I can see the future like Alice, but my visions come more frequently than hers do, and a lot of times, they are more accurate. But even my visions have flaws. Nothing is set in stone. Things change. People change their minds and everything changes. Some days, I wish I could see everything and others, I wish I could see nothing. Having visions can be dangerous depending on when you get them but sometimes they are very helpful. At least I have more control than Alice does. I can control when I get a vision, whereas she gets visions randomly, usually when there is danger or news. Sometimes my visions are clearer than hers, and sometimes I see more than her.
I had already seen myself at school with people, and handling it well, but I was still worried. Things happen, and I’m not sure if I can control myself. What happens if I can’t? I begin seeing other possible outcomes, and my fear consumes me.
“Quinn, calm down,” Jasper’s voice hissed, snapping me out of my vision.
“Sorry, Jasper,” I said and glanced at Alice. She looked as if she had just had the same vision.
“Quinn, It’s very unlikely that that is going to happen. Don’t worry about it. You know you can control yourself, you just have to prove it to yourself,” Alice said reassuringly.
“I hope you’re right Alice. I hope you’re right.” I say. Jasper mumbles something about Alice always being right but no one says anything else for the rest of the ride home.
It was quite when we got home too. When we walked in, Esme came up to me and hugged me as always, but she looked worried. She knew we came back early. I hoped Edward would fill the rest of them in because I really needed to talk to Alice about the vision. I shot Edward a warning glare and he seemed to know what I meant. He wouldn’t tell about the vision. I made sure Alice was following me before I went upstairs. We went into her room so it looked like we were just picking out outfits for school. “So….?” She asked, expectant. “You saw the same vision as I saw. How much did you see?” She sighed, “I saw you biting someone.” “Right,” I said coldly. Uhh Ohh, Now I was going to get it. “Carlie Quinn Cullen,” she said loudly- well as loud as possible without the others hearing. “That vision is not going to happen and you know it,” she said, quietly again. I sighed and looked down. She was disappointed in me. I was disappointed in me. I knew I could do it, so why was I so stressed about this? I don’t know… “Quinn, I’m sorry,” she started, “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I didn’t want to upset you.”
“It’s okay, now let’s actually do what we said we would do for once,” I said, changing the subject to clothes. I liked clothes and fashion and makeup almost as much as Alice did. And she loved to pick out my outfits and do my makeup. Over the past year, Alice and I had grown really close. She was like the sister I’d always wanted. We spent all of our free time together. We both loved to sing and dance, we both loved fashion; we were so similar.
“Sure!” she said excitedly. We walked into her large closet and picked out outfits for her, and for me, then for Rosalie and Bella even though Bella would hate it anyways. She didn’t like to dress up, and no one understood why. We would have to do a lot of begging to convince her to wear our outfits, not that Alice took no for an answer nor did I.
