I walked out to the garage with car keys in hand. I had a black and purple Mini Cooper which I adored. It was a birthday present from Alice and Jasper. Alice knew I would love so she had to buy it for me.
I climbed in and turned the stereo up to 100. Aunt Rose and Emmett had modernised the speaker system so it was more to my taste. It was true, I had an addiction to music. I would rather listen to music then do anything else. My music wasn't that pop crap that centered around someone singing about a boy or girl. Ever hear of Evanescence? They're a band and their lyrics describe my life
It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.
Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny sweet sacrifice.
One day
I'm gonna forget your name,
And one sweet day,
you're gonna drown in my lost pain.
Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds
but it's taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me, don't you, honey?
I'm your sacrifice.
(I dream in darkness
I sleep to die,
Erase the silence,
Erase my life.)
Do you wonder why you hate? (Our burning ashes,
Blacken the day)
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes? (A world of nothingness,
Blow me away.)
You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.
I drove to Chelsea's house where everyone was waiting.
"Sorry for being late. I was hungry." I smiled.
"It's fine. So me, Ruth, Sarah, Tarah and you in your car?" She asked.
"Yeah. Climb in." I said. On the way to Port Angeles we had the music blaring.
Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind-f*ck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
"Chezzy, you'll never guess what happened!" I shouted.
"What!" She squealed.
"So I came downstairs in my outfit and my Dad was there. He told me I looked like a slut! Then he checked me out! He was looking at my ass! I told him to go watch his other daughter who was in La Push snogging the face off Jake! Then he told me Renesmee told him that I was smoking. Esme stepped in then and saved the day, she gave out sh*t to him!"
Everybody went silent in the car.
"So, are you banned from smoking and going out?" Ruth asked.
"I wasn't allowed to leave the house this evening. Nobody said anything because Bella wasn't there."
"Bella, the whore. Haha, I'd love to get my hands on her." Chelsea replied.
"And your sister too." Tarah laughed.
"Maybe we should. You know, get Renesmee, hold her hostage and scare the crap out of them." I snickered. "My Dad would know it was me though."
"It's not like he can read your mind or anything." Sarah pointed out. If only you knew Sarah, if only you knew.
"Yeah, what has your sister ever done for you?" Chelsea asked.
"Nothing but make my life worse." I muttered.
"She deserves a taste of her own medicine." Ruth said.
"Maybe we will Ruth. Will someone give me a cigarette when we get out of the car?" I asked. "I'm really starting to think they're going to keep me locked up in that house to try and get me to give up cigarette."
"As if that would happen!" Tarah laughed loudly.
"I'll give you one and that won't happen. Over my dead body." Said Chezzy.
"Thanks." I smiled. I loved my friends.