A Rite Of Passage by Caracol(1).pdf

A Rite of Passage

by caracol

Table of Contents

Preface..............................................................................................1

Chapter 1..........................................................................................2

Chapter 2..........................................................................................5

Chapter 3........................................................................................10

Chapter 4........................................................................................12

Chapter 5........................................................................................15

Chapter 6........................................................................................19

Chapter 7........................................................................................24

Chapter 8........................................................................................28

Chapter 9........................................................................................33

Chapter 10.....................................................................................37

Chapter 11.....................................................................................41

Chapter 12.....................................................................................46

Chapter 13.....................................................................................50

Chapter 14.....................................................................................55

Preface

I know what anyone would expect out of a story like ours. Well, let me tell you, that is not us. This

is not the story of a boy and girl that grew up together, best friends, where the boy makes a vow to

protect the girl. If you were to tell that to us we'd laugh our butts off. But the story of our friendship, of

our bond is quirky and weird. And it is full of humor and drama and just plain awesomeness.

This is the story of Edward and Bella. This is our story. This is not a love story, though we do love

each other. This is not a glorified Harlequin novel that the intellectual in me despises though from time

to time enjoys a worn and forgotten copy found wrapped in paper at the bottom of one of my friends'

bookcases.

Our back story is plain and simple: We grew together, to be honest I don't really know how we met.

I just know that I cannot think back to my childhood without Edward's goofy face in it. I guess our

moms were friends, or met at a park when we were babies. Who knows... Who cares...

I'm the only child of only children. Grandparents long gone. At the age of ten I learned what it is to

be all alone in this world, as all my past, and all my hope of some sort of tangible history went down a

hill on a dark rainy night. It was hard. I won't trivialize it.

But I want you to see with my eyes, to understand even more what this friendship has meant to me.

I was taken in by Edward's parents, Esme and Carlisle. I thank my lucky stars for them. Their family is

my family, and yet is not. A few months before I was born Esme had Edward and Emmet. The joke is

that they are too far to resemble twins. Not only physicaly but personality wise they couldn't be further

apart. Esme jokes that Edward and I are more twins than her own sons, and when she talks about her

tiwns, people that don't know us that well assume that it is indeed Edward and I the ones that shared

Esme's womb. I love Emmet as well, he is by all menas my brother, but we don't have the same

connection Edward and I do. I feel bad because more than once he gets left outside of our world, but

yet again, he was always the extrovert. Carlisle told me once they were happy about me being so close

to Edward. They were worried about his shyness. I can't think of him as shy, he's no Emmet, but he is

confident and outgoing, Carlisle said that that was me bringing that out in him. I was glad to hear that, I

always thought he had gotten the crappy end on this bargain. Edward and I are best friends but yet

more, we are like sibling and yet not quite.

We are about to graduate form high school. Just about to dive head on our adult years, and this is

our year of discovery. This is the story that I want to share. Of how this amazing and terrifying world

can be perceived, seized by us, by someone like us.

Chapter 1

6:00 am. Alarm goes off. I hate Mondays. And who wouldn't?

I look back to the dormant figure next to me. He's a good sleeper and I hate him for it. And I love

that he can fall asleep so easily and stay asleep. Not me, every night is the same battle, the same dread

of my mind running amok, taking me where I don't want to be taken. That is why he is on my bed.

There is nothing sexual, nothing romantic about it. It is plain survival.

Since I was ten, when I knew the vertigo of standing before the edge of the world, we found the

solution was sneaking into each other's rooms. And now, nightmares at bay, it's plain custom. We don't

know any other way. This is our routine, this is our reality. Our parents (his parents actually) knew and

chose to look the other way. And now I don't know if its a well known secret, something that is just the

way it is and no one mentions it. Or if it's just a distant memory for them, a funny and incredible sad

memory of a tormented past.

I look at him, placidly asleep. And I smile, not because of his looks, though I know he is good

looking, but I don't see him that way. I truly hate comparisons of beauty with greek and roman deities.

He makes me smile because he exists, because he helps me define myself. He is the other side of me.

Not in a cheesy creepy Cruisesque "You complete me" kind of way.

But enough of this internal monologue. It's a downer. I know. And yet I'm not a tragic one. Not so

much of a "I'm only happy when it rains" very Shirley Manson kind of way. Though there is some of

that in me. I just like observing life. I'm a sucker for discovering everyone else's secrets, their personal

universes. And I'll give an arm and a leg, heck! my first born, for the dark humor in every day life.

"Bella... You are over thinking again." The voice of a not so much sleeping beauty brings me back.

He's right.

"Wow, not yet 6:05 and we are already sharing wisdom Captain Stating-the-Obvious." I said with a

glare.

"Always a pleasure to fight alongside you Sarcasm Girl"

"I guess we should get up and get ready if we want to make it on time"

"On time on the first day of school? That will be a first." He looked at me quizzically, knowing it

was out of character.

"I know. But you heard Esme and Carlisle last night. I guess you lose car privileges if we keep up

our shit, their words not mine."

"Ouch... Wait! What was your punishment? I only heard bout mine"

"Put up with you without a car"

"I guess that is fair"

"I don't really".

We sat at the cafeteria table that Emmet and our friends Alice, Jasper and Rosalie were sitting at.

Emmet and Rosalie were together, as Alice and Jasper were. They were cool, but sometimes Edward

and I need to get away from all the syrupy love expressions.

"Hey guys we didn't expect to see you in today. Don't you always ditch first day of school?" said

Alice

"Yeah, well Carlisle laid the law. He said he would be calling the school every hour to make sure

we were here the entire day. He said senior year must be taken seriously. " Edward shared with our

friends

"And if he catches us ditching Edward loses the volvo" I added smiling.

"I guess then you will be putting up with all the moaning and bitching, right Bella?" said Rosalie

"Yeah. I guess if you think about it I get the worse part of it. So anyways, now that we are staying

the whole day, we get the pleasure of seeing all your moppy faces since you are not sucking face all

day or whatever you guys did for the entire summer." I loved making fun of our friends, so intent and

dramatic about their high school romances.

"And what is it that the two of you did this summer that is so more important that whatever we

did?" Asked Jasper.

"Dude it was rad! " said Edward "We put together our band"

"You too goofing around blasting chords through your amps in the basement the whole summer

does not a band make" answered Emmet. He hated our noise, he actually attempted to build a case

against us stating that it broke his concentration when he worked out. We are not ready to let him off

the hook for that one yet.

"Hey! Watch it! Or you won't be invited when we open for the Stones" I said as I noticed the

posters on the wall. They were about the preparation for the Shakespeare Festival "Oh shit not this crap

again"

"Well, I guess we could participate and open all these pubescent minds" said Edward noticing what

I was referring to.

"Ah, you two can't do what you did last year" Said Alice. She had been so mortified of our little

stunt.

"What are you talking about? It was wicked!" Replied Edward

"A gore version of the final scene in Hamlet? The whole first row was drench in red corn syrup by

the time you two were done! " Alice was really ticked off about that one, since she was sitting in that

first row.

"And wasn't that better than all the Romeo and Juliet scenes we were subjected to? Talk about lack

of creativity, how many times do you have to watch the kiss scene?" I tried to reason with her. "And,

What about Lauren's version, when has a catatonic person french kiss?" Everyone at the table was

laughing remembering it.

"Yeah, that was getting a little soft core porn" Said Rosalie.

"Do not forget those poor souls whose idea of Romeo and Juliet was only the Leonardo DiCaprio

version. But I must admit that the 'Young hearts run free' musical number was the highlight of the

night, even if Mr. Anderson cut it short for being inappropiate." Added Edward

"Must I remind you two morons that Emmet and I did a piece of Romeo and Juliet on that festival?"

Said Rosalie

"You did, but I still speak to you guys because you were original enough to do the scene where they

meet." I said to what Edward added:

"It was priceless to see Emmet reciting Shakespeare! " We were all laughing by now.

"You guys are retarded!" Said Emmet as the bell rang.

"Adios dudes, we have Spanish now" I said as Edward and I headed for our class.

That night was one of those odd nights when neither I nor Edward made it to the other's bed. I had

been reading until late, past that witching hour that I so dread. Only three things were able to keep my

mind from falling: Edward, reading and watching TV until the wee hours. Oh yes, I know my

infomercials well.

At the breakfast table Edward did not look so fresh.

"What's wrong with you? Looks like you didn't rest much." Esme asked him. He looked at me a

little upset.

"I tossed and turned the entire night. I seemed to have misplaced my favorite pillow. " He replied to

his worried mother.

"How can you lose a pillow hun?" Esme asked

"Bella stole it."

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