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Isabella's Obsession	By : JezabellaHale Category: Twilight Series > Het > Bella/Edward Views: 4353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Isabella’s Obsession

Chapter One: Where No One Knows My Name

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When I woke up this morning I had a strange feeling that my life was on the verge of taking a completely different road than it was supposed to. Everything felt weird; it was as if my planned and clear future had suddenly been met with a stampede of overcast clouds. Everything was no longer certain and as much as I’d hate to admit it, it was really scary. But then again, there is always a chance that my melodramatic side had decided to kick in.

I am currently on my way to some small town called Ivy in Maine. The population is small but from what I gathered online it is a ‘closed village,’ meaning that if you didn’t have million dollar status you were just simply denied entrance. I thought that was a little absurd, I’ve never heard of a town that can deny anyone entrance to, it just seemed a little odd.

I didn’t want to go but Phil insisted, and he had already done so much for me that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I didn’t want to go. Phil is a great guy and had been taking care of me for the last year or so, he never made me feel uncomfortable and always treated me as if I was his biological daughter.

After Renee passed last year, he immediately sunk himself into depression; he didn’t eat, he barely slept- which was evident in the deep dark bags under his eyes, he started making himself physically sick, his skin started to take on this sickly green color. I was afraid for him, I knew he loved Renee very much but I never considered how deep his love must have run for her.

Renee was a hard person to live with; she was unorganized, easily distracted and hated to conform to the ‘rules placed by society’. She was one tie-dye shirt away from being an official Woodstock hippie. She never wanted to stay in one place, so we often moved. She didn’t work because Renee was not work material. She never cooked, in fact the only time I saw her pick up a pan was to take it out of the sink so she could finish washing the dye out of her hair.

She was definitely a hard person to love, but I didn’t realize until after her death that once you have falling for her, it was hard not to love her, it was nearly impossible to even think of a life without her. I guess Phil saw that too.

After the appropriate amount of time for grieving, Phil started phasing into distractions. He spent every morning and every night playing baseball. He told me once, that he lived to hear his bat crack against the hard ball whirling throw the air; he said it got rid of her voice that constantly plagued his thoughts. And when he ran, he would push himself around those bases as fast as he could go; he said the field was the only place that he could actually outrun memories of her.

We started to grow a peculiar bond; I was no longer able to look at Phil as just my mother’s life partner- since she didn’t believe in marriages. Phil was as close as a father that I ever would have- since my own father died when I was only three- and I became his family as well. He still had both of his parents; from what he told me, I knew that they were very rich, but snobs- since they disowned him because he decided to ‘throw his life away’ playing baseball for a living instead of attending college.

They obviously underestimated him because Phil was an excellent ball player, he even signed with the Marlins whom were in the pro-leagues currently holding the World Series trophy for the last four consecutive years.

I am so proud of him; he accomplished his goals, not letting life’s obstacles sway his dreams. He is a good man, he would have been a wonderful husband and I already know for a fact that he would have been a terrific father. He took care of me even though he was not my real father and even though Renee and him never married, which is why I agreed to attend Ignatius Academy.

He was always on the road with his team during baseball season and felt horrible about leaving me to fend for myself last year. I tried to tell him that maybe I could do home school and travel with him but he told me that a group full of rowdy men is hardly his ideal high school experience for me. He thought I needed kids my age to interact with but more importantly he thought I needed a ‘mother figure.’

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that what I needed was to be with him, the only ‘parent’ I ever really had. I could hardly call Renee a mother she was more of a friend, but Phil is definitely a father. ‘Just not my father,’ I thought bitterly.

I sighed and looked out of the window. Everything was covered in green. The grass is green; the trees have moss covered trunks. The houses are beautiful but also covered in green, courtesy of the gathered ivies clustering up over the houses. I decided to keep my focus on the sky, at least that wasn’t green. I filed that little piece of information a way for later, ‘whenever homesick look to the familiar blue sky.’

I felt a soft squeeze on my shoulder and turned to give Phil my full attention. He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt all the tension leave my body. I smiled back.

“Just relax and be yourself. I had some of the best memories of my entire life here, I’m sure you will too.”

I nodded, I’m not really nervous about going to a new school, I’m more nervous about the type of caliber the school projected. I knew Phil would have fit in at the school, he grew up rich. I on the other hand was another story. I would never fit in there, or blend in- and if I did, it will more than likely be with the help.

He smiled again and looked away. I stared at him for a few more seconds; he looked completely in his element, crisp suit, slicked hair, sitting in the back of a luxury car while his driver, bend to his every command. I felt a little awkward and started brushing off my dress- Phil told me I had to wear so that I would make a good impression- I was sure I had something on it by now.

The car came to a halt and the driver scurried around to get the doors. Phil grabbed my hand and helped me step out of the car giving me a knowing grin. I blushed and rolled my eyes, he was worried that I would make a spectacle of myself and fall out of the car.

I gasped, the school was huge, it looked more like a castle than a boarding school. There was still green everywhere but it was definitely habitable, the school’s grounds were immaculately kept, everything was neat and everything had a place.

“Hello, I’m Jasper Hale, the junior class’s vice-president.” A voice said, startling me out of my observations. He looked from me to Phil. “You must be Phillip Dwyer.” He said, sticking his hand out for Phil to shake. He turned to me with the same smile plastered to his face. “And you must be Isabella Swan.” I looked to Phil not knowing exactly how to greet him, he inclined his head, so I figured I would just follow his lead and I stuck my hand out for a handshake as well. Jasper smiled and took my hand, but instead of shaking it he flipped it over and kissed it. I blushed before shaking my hand out of his grip- out of reflex- and putting it firmly to my side, desperately hoping I didn’t insult him or just made Phil look bad.

He inclined his head and turned on his heels, walking back towards the castle. I looked to Phil with confusion plastered all over my face, he gestured for me to follow Jasper, and so I followed, feeling a little apprehensive.

The class president at my school back home wore glasses and had skin covered in adolescent acne. From my knowledge, the class president was supposed to be a nerd, the polar opposite of Jasper.

Jasper looked more like a model off of the cover of GQ, he wore a crisp white and blue striped shirt with a white collar, and he had on navy slacks and a pale pink tie. His wavy blonde hair, screamed intriguing and his bright blue eyes were mesmerizing. I looked back down to my black dress and blushed at the all of the wrinkles that formed courtesy of our long trip.

I felt Phil grasp my hand, giving it a encouraging squeezing before matching his pace with Jaspers.

We walked down bright halls, lined with portraits, and Jasper explained the school’s history. From what I gathered so far, the school is fairly old, dating back two hundred years, the boys and girls dorms are on opposite sides of the grounds, we can have visits but we have curfews corresponding to our grade and this was going to be my own personal hell.

I was quickly getting bored with what I was sure was the standard welcoming speech but Phil was eating it up. I never seen him look so happy, he looked like a little school boy who was just giving free range of Willy Wonka’s Factory. I dwindled behind them, not really hearing Jasper as he began to list the school’s previous headmasters.

This was a little too much to take in, I never felt so uncomfortable in my life. This school was not for me; in fact this school screamed everything that was the complete opposite of Isabella Swan. I’m still a little shocked that they had not thought to put up unwelcoming signs for me throughout the school.

We walked down another hall and the faint sounds of a hypnotic melody, floated to me, successful knocking me out of my thoughts. The melody was soothing and sounded familiar, like a lullaby heard in only the sweetest of dreams. I followed the sound, my feet moving of their own accord and the beautiful music grew louder and louder until I finally ended up at the door.

I nearly gasped. Sitting at the grand piano, stroking the polished ivory keys sat an Angel. He was beautiful; his bronze hair sat up at odd angles giving him a roguish look, and his soft pale skin looked as if it had been eternally kissed by the moon’s rays. He studied the keys, playing them with magnificent skill; stroking each key expertly, tenderly, he looked as if he had always made beautiful music, as if he had been made to make beautiful music.

“I see you found our piano room, Isabella.” Came a voice, officially knocking me out of my stupor.

I turned and saw Jasper grinning knowingly at me; I blushed and looked down, noticing the beautiful melody had stopped. I looked back towards the angel but he was gone, shaking my head, I wondered if had all been a dream. The beautiful angel playing beautiful music had to have been a figment of my overactive imagination.

I turned to follow Phil and Jasper, continuing the rest of our tour. I sighed and listened to Jasper’s speech, filled with more of the school’s history, rules and traditions.

We finally came to the end of our tour and I reluctantly bid Phil a goodbye, He hugged me and promised to come and see me before my visit with the Headmaster tomorrow.

Jasper waited patiently for our farewells to end before escorting me through another corridor and up two long and steep staircases and down another hall. We stopped at a door with a gold plaque that read Junior Advisor.

He knocked and shortly later a small, pixie like girl answered the door. She looked mythical, her hair was short and spiked very much like the beautiful angel I saw earlier but where his hair was bronze and roguish, hers was a deep black and locked very stylish. She smiled at me looking anxiously between Jasper and I.

Jasper cleared his throat, “Isabella Swan meet Alice Cullin the Junior Advisor.”

Alice’s smile widened, “Isabella, I’m so happy that you’re here.” She said, I smiled and stuck out my hand, hoping that it was the proper way to greet her. She pushed my hand aside giving me a fierce hug. “Nonsense, no formality here, we are going to be fast friends!”

I awkwardly hugged her back, patting her back. “Thank you Jasper, I will see you at breakfast.” Alice dismissed him. He inclined is head and walked out of the door and down the hall.

“Let me show you your room. You must be tired from that long trip. Arizona correct?”

I nodded, following her down the hallway lined with doors. She stopped at the last door in the hall, I noticed I had a plaque also but mine was silver and had ‘Isabella Swan’ carved into it. She took out a key and unlocked the door.

She opened the door and I stepped inside. The room was gorgeous and spacious, there was a large bed in the middle with a side table next to it and across from that was a polished mahogany dressed, there was a matching mahogany desk next to the door and large windows were I assumed a wall should have been. My baggage already lay at the foot of my new bed.

“Well, I’ll leave you to your rest Isabella. Breakfast is at seven, I’ll come by first thing in the morning to show you the rest of the dorm and then to breakfast.”

I nodded still in awe of my new room, “Thank you.”

She smiled and left the brass key on my side table, “goodnight Isabella,” she said before gracefully exiting out of the door, the door closed behind her with a soft click.

I sighed and flopped on my bed, “Bella.”

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