Thursday, April 29, 2010

I Hate Twilight – 15

I took a step towards Rosalie, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy telling me how to live my life. But she sure did notice me when she was on the floor with a red mark beneath her eye. My hand stung a little, though not as much as I thought it would. She looked at me in shock from the floor. People started to gather around and whisper to each other; some were even egging us to fight.
I grabbed her hair and slammed her into a wall, almost knocking it completely over. I looked down at her with a glare that could scare even the meanest of vampires, for example, Rosalie who was shaking a little getting up off the ground, as her family rushed over to her. They hissed and growled at me, making me roll my eyes at them.
I walked out of the school gritting my teeth when I got a phone call. I looked at the screen to see a number I didn’t recognise flashing.
“What?” I said curtly into the receiver.
“Hello, I am Officer Stanley. Is this Phoebe Starr?” came the voice from the other end.
“Yes, why?”
“I’m sorry to say this, but... your foster mother has recently passed away. A care worker will be sent around to pick you up shortly.”
I froze in place, my throat tightened and my eyes started to water a little. What just happened? Once the shock had passed, I snapped my phone shut, not saying anything.
I walked back into the school to be greeted by sad and sympathetic faces. Ignoring them, I went over to my locker.
I leaned my back against it and slid down. Looking at the floor, I saw a pair of sneakers in front of me. I looked up to see Carmen and three other people dressed like her, standing around her.
“Aw, does the orphan want to cry?” she cooed, as the other girls laughed.
“I don’t blame her for killing herself, I mean, I would if you were my daughter.”
“But, like, didn’t she like, adopt her?” said the blond to Carmen’s right.
“Why did she do that in the first place? I would have left her to rot!” a brown-haired girl said, as if I wasn’t right in front of her.
“I bet she was up for adoption because her mum didn’t want her.”
“Ha-ha, nobody loves you.”
I just tried to ignore them, as I stared at the floor waiting for this stupid care worker to appear.
“Aw, is baby going to cry because no one loves you?”
“You will die alone. No one will want a family with you.”
“You’re going to die alone.”
“Why don’t you just kill yourself now?”
“It’s not like anyone would miss you.”
“Or care.” They all started to laugh in unison, which was adding fuel to my anger.
I stood up right in front of Carmen, when I heard a loud growl. I turned my head to see Edward and Alice glaring at the girl.
“Leave her alone,” Edward said, wrapping his arm around my waist. Won’t he just give up? First I turned his sister against him, then I beat his sister up; but neither has worked!
They all ran off, leaving the three of us alone. Once they were out of sight, I pulled Edward’s arms off of me.
“We know about your mum and we’re all very sorry, we’ll forgive you for what you did to Rosalie.” Alice smiled at me.
“And we talked to our parents, and they are more than willing to adopt you,” Edward finished excitedly, not giving me the chance to say anything after Alice had spoken.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I said, before walking into the rain and waited in the car park.
Before Edward had the time to walk over to me, a snot green car pulled up next to me. The screen rolled down to reveal a woman who looked to be in her late 40’s. She had greying brown hair, blue eyes, and a chubby face. When she opened the passenger’s door from the inside, I saw that she was indeed bulgy in size.
I just looked at her strangely.
“Well get in dear, you’ll get a cold if you stay out,” she said in a sickly sweet voice.
I then felt a cold arm around my waist and felt like screaming.
“Dear, is this your boyfriend?” She looked Edward up and down.
“No,” I said coldly, pushing his arm away.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 14

“I just can’t,” I said, snatching my hand back and walking out the room. In my head, I wrote my own version of ten things I hate about you:

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair,
I hate the way you drive your car,
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb Volvo,
And the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much that it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate the way you’re not around,
And the fact that you didn’t call,
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

I wiped away the tear that managed to escape my eye. I shook my head, trying to erase it all. I trailed into the woods and came across a clearly. I sat down on a large rock in the middle of the of the clearing to think things through.
I can’t like him, I just can’t. I hate him for making me think this.
I sighed in frustration at both Edward and myself. I needed to get away, and fast. I thought back to the film, and remembered that that sparkly thing couldn’t go down to La Push. But then there was Jacob, the psycho wolf. Be in love with the patient Edward, or the psycho wolf, who is also determined on making me his. Hm.. home it is. I got of the rock and headed home.
I walked up to my room to see that it was all clear. Thank God.

The next morning I did my daily morning routine: get up, shower, dressed, makeup, put in piercings, have Marie shout that Edward’s here, shimmy down a tree and then run to school.
I reached the school dripping wet to face an angry and hurt Carmen. I gulped looking at her blazing eyes; I really didn’t want to hurt her.
I felt a pair of eyes follow me as I walked over to her, and as soon as I got to my destination, a loud slapping noise echoed everywhere, followed by a furious snarl that I guessed came from Edward and his family. I looked at the floor, trying to keep my anger down as Carmen shouted and screamed in my face. I balled up my fist as she was getting on my last nerve. She raised her hand again to slap me. In a midair swing I caught her wrist, squeezing it until she whimpered then punched her in the stomach. She doubled over, grasping her stomach with her other hand, out of breath. I looked at her with emotionless eyes, letting her wrist go.
“I did nothing to you,” I said blankly. I walked past her to my first lesson. I sat down in my seat beside the window, when my phone bleeped, signalling that I had a text. I looked at the screen to see Jacob’s name appear. I growled at the phone and flipped it open.
Hey Phoebe
Ill pick u up after school so we can talk about us. Xx
ILY babe xxx

I flipped it shut, not replying. The classroom started to fill up with whispering students. I knew they were whispering about me, you would have to be dense not to know that.
I just looked out the window, when a chair scraping along the floor caught my attention. I turned my head to see a sad-looking Alice. I just turned my head back to the window, not wanting to hear how Edward won’t shut up about me, or how ‘hurt’ he is. I just didn’t care. Well, that’s what I kept telling myself.
I wasn’t weak; I wasn’t going to let him get to me. It was only a crush, and you can kill crushes.
The bell finally rang for lunch. I was walking to the canteen when Rosalie stopped me in my tracks. I so wasn’t in the mood for acting.
“What?” I asked bluntly, still in the emotionless shell I had been in all day.
She looked a little shocked to be spoken to that way, but immediately brushed it off.
“Look,” she said, “I know you ‘don’t like’ Edward, but he has spoken me and I can see how much he loves you, and you are slowly killing him. So move to another town, stay away from him, and stop making him jealous with that mutt.”
I was on my last nerve again. My fists balled in tightly, hands started to shake, I was that enraged at the plastic blonde in front of me for telling me how to live my life. For a split second I thought about being nice to Edward just to annoy her, but that thought left as soon as it had appeared.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 13

Just as our lips were about to touch, I moved my head to the side at the last minute. I couldn’t do that to Carmen.
“What’s wrong?” Jacob asked.
“I can’t do that to Carmen,” I said standing up, shaking my head to get the thought of how his lips would have felt against mine.
I walked back into my bedroom to see an aggravated Edward sitting on my bed. I did like Jacob just a smidge. I turned back to Jacob, ignoring Edward.
“I thought you imprinted on Carmen.”
“Well, you see… I… err,” he trailed off.
“He didn’t. He thought he did, but he didn’t,” Edward said coldly.
Jacob looked at me hopefully, but I just hung my head. In a sad voice I said, “I’m sorry Jacob, I still can’t.” I could never hurt one of my friends like that.
“Fine,” Jacob said angrily. “I will make you mine.” He stormed over to my window and jumped out, then ran into the woods.
Why was it that every mythical creature wanted me? All I wanted was to be back home with my friends, my family, my terrible ex-boyfriend who I still needed to slap.
I walked over to Edward and opened my arms. I didn’t care who he was at that minute, I just needed someone to hold me. He more than happily wrapped his arms around me.
He pulled me up and walked over to the bed. He sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I curled up against his chest, letting tears roll down my cheeks.
All the drama was getting to me. I just wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. I felt Edward bury his face into my hair, breathing in my scent. But at the time, I didn’t care. I felt strangely safe and just about liked it, but I would never admit that to anyone. He started to hum, making me feel sleepy.
“Yes,” came his slightly muffled reply from my hair.
“Thank you,” I managed to say before I fell asleep.


I couldn’t believe that Phoebe was willingly in my arms. I was over the moon with happiness as I buried my face in hair, inhaling her beautiful and intoxicating scent. I will never allow that mutt to take my Phoebe from me; I will not allow anyone to take her from me.
I hummed her to sleep when her phone started to ring. I looked at the screen to see Amanda flash across it. I flipped the phone open and held it to my ear.
The other line was silent.
“Hello, who is this?” I asked getting frustrated. What if the caller wanted to hurt my Phoebe? What if—
“OMG it’s Edward Cullen!” the voice screeched into the phone. I looked at the phone. Strange.
“Yes it is, now who are you?”
“I’m Phoebe’s sister.”
“She doesn’t have one,” I said, outraged at this stupid girl for declaring to be related to my goddess.
I heard a faint whisper near the phone, then the stupid girl spoke, “I’m sorry, I called my friend instead of my sister, sorry.” She then hung up.
I looked down at my goddess and smiled, tightening my arms around her. I lifted her up and lay her in the bed. I moved to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to her.
I felt Phoebe cuddle into my side, making me smile. I wrapped my arms around her and she let out a content sigh. My smile grew wider at hearing it. Alice was right.


I felt something cold below me. I slowly open my eyes—a grey shirt? I rubbed my cheek against the material, making it move up and down.
Still half asleep I lifted my head to see Edward smiling at me, full of love. I smiled back as he kissed my forehead.
I struggled to stand since Edward iron man was holding my waist. I buried my face back into his cold hard chest.
“Edward, I need the toilet,” I muttered into his chest. He hesitantly let me go. I went into the bathroom, picking some clothes up along the way.
I returned to my bedroom an hour later fully dressed, hair and makeup done and piercings in. I found Edward sitting on my bed watching my bedroom door. When I walked in, his face lit up. I stopped in front of him, he stood up. I got on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
He just stood there shocked, but once he looked at me his eyes flooded with love and adoration. I placed my hand on his cold marble cheek as he leaned into it, like it was his life-force.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 12


Everything was going perfectly, for my Phoebe loved me. Even though it was for a short period of time, it still meant the world to me.
I was at her window waiting for her to open it. Jasper nodded to me, telling me that he had changed her emotion.
I was so happy when I saw her eyes light up at the sight of me, especially when I called her my mate. Everything was going great until she shoved me off her.
Jasper, I thought angrily, glaring out the window knowing he had left. I looked at her feeling hurt and rejected. I knew that for now she didn’t care, but she would soon. Soon I will be her world, as she is mine. If I couldn’t have her, then no one could.
To make things worse, that stupid mutt came into the room anxious. Through listening to his thoughts, I discovered that the flea bag had feelings for my Phoebe.
I almost lost it when she pulled him into the bathroom and I heard the thoughts he was having. I started to growl and snarl at Jacob to not go in there, but all he did was smirk at me as the bathroom door closed.
I will not let the mutt have her. I thought he’d already imprinted on that girl who came to Phoebe’s house that other day.
Lost in thought, I didn’t notice the mutt had left the bathroom until I felt something collide with my cheek, causing me to fall to the carpet. I looked over to Phoebe, and a very small smile came to my lips as I saw the concern on her face.

Phoebe’s POV

I just shrugged the feeling off, knowing that if I was meant to be with Edward, I’d already be in love with him.
I thanked everyone in Heaven that I wasn’t meant for him. I heard Marie making her way towards my room, and I guess the boys did too, seeing as Edward dashed into my closet. Note to self: bleach closet. No, scratch that, burn the closet then dance around in a ceremonial form. I smiled and began to dance a little on the spot.
I was stopped by boiling hands on my shoulders and quiet laughter. My head snapped to see Jacob holding my shoulders. I smiled at him, looking into his eyes. Jacob smiled back, leaning in a little until a growl snapped us out of it, reminding me that Marie was heading towards my room.
I pushed Jacob into the bathroom making him fall to the floor. I shut the bathroom door just as my bedroom door burst open to reveal a worried Marie swinging a rolling pin around.
The sight of her was just too funny: her hair was defying gravity, she was wearing old flower power stuff, she wore bunny slippers, and was swinging a rolling pin in one hand, with ready-to-use pepper spray in the other.
Are you OK? I heard shouting, a thud, then laughing,” she questioned, looking around the room franticly as I tried to suppress my laughter.
“I’m fine, I was just shouting at… my… TV because Sponge Bob had just entered a weightlifting contest and, like, come one, they’re fake muscles so they can’t help him. Then I started to do a victory dance for getting the lid off my liquid paper, but I fell and started to laugh at myself.”
“OK.” She looked at me weirdly then left my room.
I sunk down to the floor laughing, before remembering the two hidden mythical creatures.
I opened the bathroom door to find Jacob still on the floor lying on his back. He looked up at me smiling. I smiled back, then he tugged at the back of my feet, making me fall on top of him.
I put my hands on his chest to pull myself up, but then he wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer to him as he leaned into me, his eyes darting from my lips to my eyes. I heard a growl in the background, but blocked it out and started to lean in as well.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 11

I don’t know what’s wrong with me; one minute I’m thinking of ways to kill Edward, the next I’m thinking of ways to please him.
I almost kissed Edward today, but thank God the teacher walked in, making us break apart. I don’t know what came over me, and I acted like this all day at school.
I sighed as there was a tapping at my window. I knew it was Edward so I left it, hoping he’d go away.
I was beginning to feel odd, like I actually wanted Edward with me. I opened my window, letting him in. I walked over to my bed, lying down.
“Hey Edward, why are you here?” I asked.
“I wanted to see my mate,” he said, walking over to the bed to lay down next to me. I lay my head on his chest and looked up at him, as his arms wrapped around my waist.
“I’m glad,” I spoke softly. Leaning up, Edward saw this and started to lean in closer until our lips touched. I felt butterflies in my stomach that I never knew were there explode, and I felt electric shocks pulse through my skin, in a good way.
I pulled away, smiling at him. I rested my head on his chest, running my hand up and down his chest as he caressed my hand and kissed it. I looked up at him to study his face.
“I love you,” he whispered, making me smile.
“I..” I looked down, unable to say the words. “I… lo…” I looked down again, still not able to say it. I looked at Edward confused, only to notice that he was glaring out the window, saying something really fast.
I placed my hand on his face making him look at me, I rubbed my thumb on his cheek, looking into his eyes. We both leaned in until our lips met. I closed my eyes.
Instantly, I felt that mushy feeling for Edward disappear. My eyes snapped open to see Edward’s eyes closed, and I felt his stupid munching lips on mine. I shoved him off of me. He looked at me, hurt.
Like I care if I hurt his feelings.
I caught him looking out the window, pissed. That confused me, until it clicked in my head. That’s why I had feelings for Edward at school and just now. Jasper, my thought spat.
I glared at Edward clenching and unclenching my hands, when Jacob burst into the room.
He looked at Edward with murderous eyes. I pulled Jacob into the bathroom ignoring the growling and protesting from Edward.
“Are you OK? Did he hurt you?” Jacob asked, franticaly looking me over.
“No, I’m fine, sort of. Edward has been getting Jasper to mess with my emotions so I would love him.”
“So you would love Jasper?” he asked, confused and worried.
“No, so I would love Edward,” I said angrily, frustrated with myself for not noticing this sooner.
Jacob stormed out of the bathroom and punched Edward in the face. I watched from the bathroom trying not to laugh, but when I saw him fall to the floor, I felt a tug at my heart.

Monday, April 19, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 10


I stared into space, receiving a vision of Phoebe and Rosalie talking. Then my vision flew to another, where Rosalie was shouting at Edward about leaving Phoebe alone.
I snapped out of it, looking over to the bench to see Rosalie walking back towards us looking irritated. This was not good. Why did Phoebe have to be so stubborn? His future is with us, to be one of us, and I will help Edward no matter what. I know how much he loves her, and I know that in time she will love him back just as much. Why is she so blind as to not see how happy she will be with us?
I sighed sorrowfully as Edward came to us looking for Phoebe. He too was sad.
“Edward, be cautious of Rosalie,” I warned.
“How come?” he asked.
“Phoebe told Rosalie everything, and now she is hell bent on getting you to leave Phoebe alone,” I sighed, looking at a heartbroken Edward.
“Thanks,” he distantly whispered.
“Edward, she will come around, I assure you. I will help you, and as will Jasper. Edward, I know how much you love her, and how long you have waited to be with her.”
That vision replayed in my head: Edward was holding a vampire Phoebe close to him, the both looking so in love. They stood in a meadow watching the sunset as their skin sparkled. A tiny boy came running into the meadow heading for Edward and Phoebe. Phoebe smiled down at the boy, lifting him up as he snuggled closer to her.
I stopped the retrospecting vision and looked at Edward. He had a dreamy look in his eyes and looked like the happiest man in the world. I hated to snap him out of it, but I had to. “Thank you,” he said, smiling warmly.
I smiled at him and danced my way over to Jasper, who pulled me into his arms.
“Yes?” he answered looking deep into my eyes with so much love that I happily returned.
“I need you to do me a favour.”
“What is it, me love?”
“Every time you and Edward are in the same room with Phoebe, I want you to give her feelings for Edward.” I hated using him and doing this to Phoebe, but the sooner she becomes my sister, the sooner everyone will be happy.
“I’ll do it. This is for Edward, right?”
“Yes. All Phoebe needs is a little push in the right direction.”

I was heartbroken that Phoebe had lied to me, and that she’d gotten Rosalie to keep me away from her.
But I was pleased at what Alice and Jasper were doing for me, even if Phoebe’s feelings weren’t real to a certain extent I didn’t mind. But the thing that killed me a little was the fact that whenever Jasper wasn’t around, she would go back to hating me. I needed to think of something else, as well, to win her heart.
I smiled, remembering the vision Alice had of Phoebe and I. I couldn’t wait for it to happen.
I walked into my next class, looked around the room when—
“Hey, Edward.” I looked to find the source of the voice. I knew for a fact that it belonged to my angel.
I looked at her, she was so beautiful. She was smiling and waved me over to sit with her. I smiled back, walking over to her.
“Hey,” I said, now happy.
“Hey,” she said back, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. I could feel the melt of piercings against my cheek.
I grinned from ear to ear, wrapping my arms around her waist. She smiled up at me, laying her head on my chest.
“Edward, I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted towards you,” she apologised, playing with my shirt.
I was jumping for joy. I leaned down getting closer to her perfect face. I was almost there. I felt her warm breath teasing my cold lips. I needed this; I had to have those kissable lips on mine.

Friday, April 16, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 9

It is now ten o’clock and I’m getting ready for bed. I walked out of the bathroom in my purple tank top and black boxers. I locked the windows in my room; still the words Edward said to me hung on the edge of my mind. “ I’m never letting you go. Ever.” It kept echoing in my head.
I lay down on my bed, when I heard a tapping sound on my window. I knew it was Edward, so I didn’t answer.
I snuggled into my cozy covers, a shiver ran through my body, followed by another. Confused, I wondered what it was.
Please, God, I’m begging you, let it not be Edward. I turned and came face to face with Edward. I closed my eyes with a sigh.
“What do you want, Edward?” I asked trying to keep calm, I didn’t want Marie to awake by falling onto the kitchen.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead. I tried my hardest not to vomit.
“You spoke my name instead of something nasty,” he said happily kissing my forehead again. Heck, if he does that more time, I’ll have to have that patch of skin removed... or it could just be replaced with something purple. Yeah, purple. I started to daydream about a purple me, with black polka dots, riding a skateboard with Bam and his friends... and Ville... hmm Ville...
“Are you listening to me, Phoebe? You have some drool,” Edward said, wiping my drool away. “What are you thinking about?”
“Ville Valo,” I said, dreamily.
“I’ll kill him so we could be together, forever.” That scared me a little. “Anyway, as I was saying, we will get married have a child; Carlisle says the baby will be half human and half vampire. Then I will bite you and we would spend eternity together.” Now, he was the one with the dreamy look in his eyes.
I was not getting Prego with that. This sparkly snowman was off his rocker, a real loony.

I woke the next morning still in Edward’s arms.
“Scram,” I ordered wiggling around. He looked sad but let me go. I went into the bathroom to get changed, and then returned to my room fully dressed and clean. “Why the hell are you still here?”
“I’m taking you to school so everyone knows that you are mine, and completely off limits,” he said possessively.
I needed to think quickly. I wrapped my arms around his waist as I lay my head on his chest. He, more than happily embraced me back, burying his face into my hair.
Stupid revolting creeper.
“Edward, I’ll meet you in the car, OK,” I said with a smirk.
He nodded, kissing my forehead. I gave him a forced fake smile and let him go. Once he was out of the room, my smile vanished.
Great, that’s just great, now I need another shower. But I just settled on spraying myself with some smelly stuff.
I grabbed my stuff and jumped out the window. I looked around. Once it was clear I walked down my drive, a little paranoid.
I arrived at school with no problems. I walked straight past the Cullen’s and saw Rosalie glare at me. Perfect. I went over to Rosalie, whose glare hardened.
“Rosalie, I need to talk to you in private,” I said in a business tone. Nodding her head, she followed me to a picnic bench.
“I don’t like your brother. Can’t you get him to leave me alone, put him on a leash or something?” I said in the same tone.
She looked at me perplexed.
“He says you both love each other and blah, blah, blah,” she said, waving her hands about for the ‘blah’ part.
I scoffed. “Yeah, right. He stalks me, tells me that he is going to kill anyone who stands in his way, tells me that I’m going to have his bastard, tells me that he’s going to marry me, and tells me that he wants to turn me into a vampire.” I looked to the floor with hatred. “I decided to tell you, seeing as you wouldn’t ignore it and be on Edward’s side with this.” I sighed.
“But.” And that was all she said. She appeared confused, but when the information had sunk in, she was fuming. “So that’s why whenever Esme asked Edward to bring you over, he’d always make up some excuse,” she muttered to herself.
“Look Rosalie, I know for a fact that you don’t like me, but I’m begging you to keep Edward as away from me as possible. I want a normal life, I want to grow old, have as many children as I can; I want to marry to the person I love and grow old and die with him.” I looked down at the floor with tear-filled eyes.
Come on, fall for it. I wouldn’t care if I was a vampire nor never had children, but I wanted nothing at all to do with Edward. I really didn’t want to lie, but this was the only hope I had left.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye to see her face had softened. She rubbed her hand on my back, as I was ‘crying’, but inside I was jumping for joy that she believed me.
“Alright, I’ll help you,” she agreed, her voice soft and sympathetic.
Yes! Sucker. I happily smirked on the inside.


When Edward’s ‘mate’ came walking over to me, all I wanted to do was tear her apart.
“Rosalie, I need to talk to you in private,” she said in a business tone. Nodding my head, I followed her to a picnic bench.
“I don’t like your brother. Can’t you get him to leave me alone, put him on a leash or something?” she said in the same tone.
I looked at her perplexed; I thought they loved each other.
“He says you both love each other and blah, blah, blah,” I said, waving my hands about for the ‘blah’ part. I looked at her amused as she scoffed.
“Yeah, right. He stalks me, tells me that he is going to kill anyone who stands in his way, tells me that I’m going to have his bastard, tells me that he’s going to marry me, and tells me that he wants to turn me into a vampire.” She looked to the floor with hatred. I glanced at her, taking it all in. “I decided to tell you, seeing as you wouldn’t ignore it and be on Edward’s side with this.” She sighed.
“But.” And that was all I said. I was still a little confused, but when the information had sunk in, I was fuming. I couldn’t let him do that to her. “So that’s why whenever Esme asked Edward to bring you over, he’d always make up some excuse,” I muttered to myself, realising that everything she said just might be true.
“Look Rosalie, I know for a fact that you don’t like me, but I’m begging you to keep Edward as away from me as possible. I want a normal life, I want to grow old, have as many children as I can; I want to marry to the person I love and grow old and die with him.” She looked down at the floor with tear-filled eyes.
I can’t, I will not allow Edward to ruin her life, I thought in anger.
When I looked at her again my face softened. She really didn’t want this life. She wanted a normal one, just like me.
I rubbed my hand on her back as I saw tears falling to the floor.
“Alright, I’ll help you,” I agreed, soft and sympathetically.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 8

We were sitting in the living room watching Jennifer’s Body, when I heard something stir upstairs—Dammit, Edward was still in my room. I sprang from the sofa and made for the stairs.
“Phoebe, are you OK?” Jacob asked trying to catch me.
“Edward... room... bastard... stuff... move,” I said in a rush, as Jacob looked confused.
Carmen said, “Edward is still in her room, and the bastard is moving her stuff.” She looked at me to see if she got it right. I nodded quickly and ran up the flight of stairs.
I nearly tore the door off its hinges, to find Edward looking through my things. He had my iPod in his hand, looking through my songs. No one ever touches my iPod. It’s my baby, my life. I launched myself towards Edward.
“Mine!” I said as I grabbed my iPod. “It’s OK now, mummy’s here, you’re safe. Shh... mean ol’ sparkle Barbie can’t get you now,” I whispered to my iPod, stroking it.
Carmen, Jacob and Edward all looked at me strangely, but I just shrugged my shoulders.
“You know what I am?” Edward asked me, fearing the answer.
“Yes. A vampire, and Jacob, you’re a shape shifter,” I said in a dead and bored tone.
Jacob glared at Carmen as he let her go and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders in a gentle grip, lowering his head so were face to face.
“Who told you?” he questioned in a gentle and almost loving voice.
“Nobody, I just figured it out myself.” They all looked at me, waiting for me to continue. “Well, my real mum was fascinated by mythical beings like vampires, werewolves and so on, and told me how to spot one just by looking at it,” I lied. The losers believed me.
Jacob let me go slowly, and went back to Carmen’s side. I felt Edward embrace me to his chest.
“Let me go, sparkle Ken, RIGHT NOW!” I bellowed, trying to get out of his arms.
“But what if I want you to be my Barbie?” Edward said, playfully kissing my ear, making me thrash about. I looked to Jacob for help me, but the dickhead was already gone, and I couldn’t see Carmen anywhere.
“I am so relieved you don’t care that I’m a vampire. I love you, and I’m never letting you go. Ever,” Edward said this in a dangerously certain and a sort of triumphant voice.
I froze. He was never going to leave me alone. He will never let me love whom I wanted to love. I was doomed. I needed to think of something. There was no way I’ll anyone’s Barbie. I don’t even like pink!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 7

I walked into PE with Carmen, only to see Edward Cullen staring at me. This was really freaking me out now.
“So Carmen, don’t you like the fan-spastic Edward?” I said wiggling my eyebrows.

“No,” she said, laughing.
“How come? I thought everyone was brainwashed to be his little monkey fan girls.” I waved my arms about in the air as we walked up to the PE teacher.
“You can sit out this lesson,” the teacher said.
“OK, can Carmen keep me company?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.
“Fine.” He turned to everyone else.
We walked over to the benches and carried on with our conversation.
“Because I’m dating a guy named Jacob,” she continued, “And he told me not to go anywhere near Edward and his family.”
“I don’t blame him,” I muttered under my breath. Jacob Black. So that’s why I didn’t know Carmen, because he was chasing Bella in the movie. I nodded to myself. “OK, well, I don’t like him. I don’t even want to be with someone who sparkles. I mean, come one,” I rambled, not realising whether Jacob had told her about the Cullen’s or not.
“Wow, you know too. Did Edward tell you?”
OK, scratch that.
“Nope, I already knew. I’ll explain later.”
“Alright.” She looked thrilled.
“Do you want to come over to my house?”
“Sure.” She giggled, and I gave her a confused look, then followed her gaze.
She was giggling at Edward who had been hit in the head by a volleyball, as he had been staring at me all lesson. Stalker, much?
I was upset that I missed it, but when the ball hit him again, I burst out laughing. I laughed so much that tears ran down my face. I fell off the bench in laughter. I looked at Carmen to see that the same thing had happened to her.
I felt something cold pick me up. Sighing, I knew it was Edward. I looked at him to see him worried. I pouted at him, too lazy to pick up a real argument. The worry soon melted away, and was replaced by undying love and adoration. I huffed and just pointed to the girls’ locker-room. Hey, what can I say, at least he’s good for something!
I walked out of the girls’ locker-room only to be graced with Edward’s presence. Rolling my eyes, I waited for Carmen to come out, hoping she’d hurry up.
“Hmm... hey Phoebe.”
“What?” I sighing, not in the mood for him.
“Well, I wondering... if you wanted to come to my house to meet my family... right now,” he stuttered a little.
“No. Carmen’s coming over, and frankly, I just—don't—want—to.”
With Carmen at my side, I walked away from a hurt and broken Edward Cullen.
“Oh, is it fine if Jacob comes?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s fine,” I replied and heard Edward growl.

At my house, I opened the front door and waited for Carmen to come in, then closed it.
“Hey Marie,” I greeted walking into the kitchen, where she was, surprise surprise.
“Carmen, this is Marie, she lives in the kitchen. I swear she hides her pillow and blanket in the pantry.” Saying that earned me a smack up the side of my head. I laughed at her. “Marie, this is my hubba bubba Carmen. She’s cool, and helped me sacrifice Mike to the mystery meat of doom,” I said overdramatically waving my arms around.
“Is she always like this?” Carmen asked.
“Yes, you get used to it,” Marie answered, bored.
“I’m not loved,” I said, with anime teardrops coming from you eyes.
“Yes, you are,” a voice replied in my ears, my back beginning engulfed in a sudden coldness.
“Get lost. Me no likey you.” I slowly wiggling around, trying to get out of the death-trap he called a ‘hug’.
“Phoebe,” Marie scolded.
I sighed, and led Carmen upstairs.
I closed the door behind me and sat on my bed. I cursed in my head when the bed sank down little further as Edward sat beside me.
He was about to put his arms around me. Hurry up, Jacob! I swear if that arm touches me, I will chop it off then feed it to my imaginary blue and purple zebra, I screamed in my head.
From the corner of my eye I saw Edward tense, which would only mean that Jacob was here.
About time.
“Abby!” Marie shouted from downstairs, signaling that someone was at the door.
“OK, OK woman,” I said, walking down the stairs, then dragged my feet to the door as a bouncy and giddy Carmen skipped behind me.
“About time,” I said, pulling him into the house by his shirt.
“Hi.” He looked at me, confused.
“Jacob!” Carmen squealed, jumping into his arms. He twirled her around, before putting her down and giving her a kiss.
“A leech is here,” Jacob sneered.
“I know,” I growled, “Edward won’t leave me alone. I’m being stalked by the idiot glitter police. Oh, and I’m Phoebe.”
Jacob laughed, and then smiled at me.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked, seeing as there was nothing else to do. Their heads nodded a ‘yes’. “OK, just go through there, and the DVDs are in the draws beneath the TV.”

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I Hate Twilight — 6

I heard Edward shout my name in panic and pain. It was just too funny seeing the roof continued but it was a bit lower. I burst out laughing, rolling around on the floor—or was it roof?
Edward moved forward and saw me. He looked both angry and relieved. He jumped down next to me.
“Why did you do that?” he yelled at me. My laughter stopped and a serious look came to my face.
“Because it was hilarious,” I said, trying to suppress a smile although I could feel the corners of my lips twitch.
He grabbed my waist, pulling me to his body.
“Hey, let me go!”
“No, you scared me then,” he said, muzzling his face into my hair, sniffing it.
“Hey, stop that, you weirdo stalker!” I tried to wiggle my way out of his arms, but failed miserably as his grip got tighter. “Get off me sparkle butt!”
Now I can tell you that is the way to get Edward Cullen to let go of you. He looked at me shocked and a little scared. Smirking, I dusted myself off, climbed up to the top roof and walked back into the school, leaving Edward to stare at my disappearing form.
I walked into my next lesson and sat down next to the window. I got out my sketchbook and started to draw a withering rose. I heard the chair next to me screech on the tiled floor. I looked over hastily then groaned, annoyed.
Getting irritated about the fact that everywhere I go, I spot the stupid sparkling she man. I growled in frustration and turned back to my drawing.
“Hey, Phoebe, I’m sorry about earlier,” Edward apologised. I grunted a reply.
I was so happy once the bell rang for lunch. I bounced out of my seat, which was once again next to the glitter fairy.
Upon entering the canteen, everybody stopped what they were doing, their eyes darting towards me. Grumbling under my breath, I walked to the lunch line. The choose was between the mystery meat or the soup of the day, which just looked like snot and carrots.
The person in front of me got the soup. The ‘soup’ stuck to the spoon so she’d have use a knife to help get in her bowl. Therefore I chose the mystery meat, not that it looked any better.
I got waved over by a group of people whom I remembered to be Jessica, Mike, Tyler, Eric and someone else I didn’t know. Rolling my eyes I sat with them, ignoring Edward who was trying to flag me down. What, did I look like your stupid pet?
I sat down next to Mike, who looked like he had hit the jackpot.
“Hi, I’m Jessica. That’s Mike, Tyler, Eric, Lauren and Carmen.” I rolled my eyes at them, already knowing all their names except Carmen’s. “You do know that Edward Cullen, the hottest boy in the school is trying to get your attention, right?”
“Yes, and I don’t like him,” I answered, looking Jessica in the eyes. I looked at my ‘lunch’ in disgust and started to poke it with a fork. I leaned closer to the ‘food’, glaring at it.
“Um, Phoebe, are you OK?” Mike asked.
“I swear it just moved,” I said still stabbing it with my fork.
I squealed and clung to Mike, who was ready to die of happiness.
“What’s wrong?” Carmen asked in a concerned voice. I heard Edward hiss at Mike.
“I swear that thing growled at me when I stabbed it with my fork,” I explained, pointing at the ‘food’ dramatically as they all looked at me weirdly.
“Listen,” I commanded them, but the canteen was far too noisy. So I stood on my chair and shouted, “WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP BEFORE I YOU FUCK UP!”
The whole canteen went silent.
“Thank you. Now listen.” I began to stab my ‘food’ again, and the same growling sound came from it with an air bubble. We all freaked out and ran from the canteen.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I Hate Twilight – 5

As I saw Phoebe turn and walk away in disgust, my heart sunk, and I looked to the floor in sadness. I felt Alice pat my shoulder sympathetically.
“Alice,” I whispered in a desperate tone.
“Don’t worry Edward, she’ll come around,” she reassured, in an all-knowing voice that I couldn’t help but smile at.
“Edward, can you go look for the new student and being her back?” the teacher asked.
Nodding, I got out of my seat.
“She’s on the roof,” Alice said in a voice too low for human ears to pick up. I gave her a thankful smile and made for the roof.

PHOEBE’S POV:My legs dangled over the edge of the roof as I talked to my best friend Trina over the phone.
“Wait… so tell me again,” she said, confused. I swear there is never a minute when she’s not.
“I went to bed after taking some sleeping pills,” I recounted, “Then woke up at the hospital in Forks, then…”
“I know what happened after that; I’ve been watching the show.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
“Anyways, I thought you hated Twilight.”
“I do,” I said in a hate-filled voice. “Wait, who—who is my love interest?” I added in panic.
“Ha-ha, sucks to be you because it’s…” I closed my eyes. In back of mind I already knew who it was, and I was certainly not a happy bunny. “…Edward.”
“No! Not twinkle toes, I don’t want to ‘fall in love’ with him!”
“I would rather be with Jacob than him. I mean, what kind of a man sparkles? It doesn’t sound manly at all.”
“Well, he’s not going to go up to a girl and say, ‘Hey there pretty lady, I sparkle. Be my girlfriend,’ now is he?”
I burst out in laughter.
“He’d—” I was cut off by the sound of the roof door open, and then shut. “I have to go, I’ll call you later.”
I hung up and felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a glittering fairy stand before me.
“What do you want, Edward?”
“The teacher told me to bring you back.”
Sighing, I turned around letting my eyes wonder, at that time a smirk crossed my face. “Tough shit, sparkle butt. Bye.” I said, and then jumped off the roof.