The Doll House.pdf

The Doll House

by Kambria Rain

Chapter 1 Ï p.3

Chapter 2 Ï p.8

Chapter 3 Ï p.17

Chapter 4 Ï p.26

Chapter 5 Ï p.36

Chapter 6 Ï p.44

Chapter 7 Ï p.52

Chapter 8 Ï p.60

Chapter 9 Ï p.68

Chapter 10 Ï p.76

Chapter 11 Ï p.86

Chapter 12 Ï p.94

Chapter 13 Ï p.102

Chapter 14 Ï p.110

Chapter 15 Ï p.119

Chapter 1

Famous Last Words

Spring Break. It's the week where everything is possible and anything can happen. It's a

glorious five days free from all lectures, exams, and early morning classes. The majority of

the population's college students were hitting the beaches and partying it up, celebrating

their temporary freedom and making memories that will hopefully not come back to haunt

them. Seeing as how I live on the beach, I decided to try something a little different.

So that's why I was trapped in a van with seven other people traveling from the airport to

the hotel where we would only get to stay for one night. I was one of a grand total of sixteen

students who would be hiking through the Great Smoky Mountains. We were going to get in

touch with nature and enjoy the peacefulness the outdoors had to offer… if we didn't kill

each other first.

Driving our van was Tyler Crowley, the self-proclaimed player who was without a doubt one

of the worst drivers to ever get behind the wheel. Having been banned from the majority of

night clubs on the West Coast, he decided Spring Break on the beach just wouldn't cut it.

Riding shotgun was Lauren Mallory, the bitch. I normally strive to find the good in

everybody, but I gave up on Lauren when she ran into me with her car and then got angry

because I left fingerprints on her shiny new paint job. She was also notorious for breaking up

relationships, including one of my own. Luckily Jake had enough decency not to cheat on me

even though Lauren was a more than willing partner.

In the middle seat were Royce King and Rosalie Hale, the rich kids and our school's golden

couple. Rosalie wasn't my biggest fan for reasons I have yet to learn. We had actually been

pretty good friends once upon a time. Whatever it was, it obviously wasn't jealously,

because when it came to looks, no one was more gorgeous than Rosalie. She was the perfect

arm candy for the future vice president of King Enterprises.

I sat on the back seat. On my right was Mike Newton with a very chatty Jessica Stanley

planted in his lap. They were the jock and the cheerleader. Contrary to popular stereotypes,

Mike wasn't a meathead, and Jessica wasn't a bimbo. They do like to talk about themselves

quite a bit, but they were overall decent people.

On my left was Jacob Black, the ex boyfriend. We were still in the awkward stage of post

relationship in which I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be his friend or kill him. Most of

the time it was the latter. He was sitting with one arm flung across the seat behind me and

his head leaning against the window. How he was sleeping with all the noise and the

constant van swerving was beyond me. I poked him a few times… nothing. That boy could

sleep through anything.

That left me, Isabella Swan, sitting in the middle. After overloading my schedule every

semester since Freshmen year, I was just three credit hours away from graduating. I've read

more books than my high school library possessed and I was tired of reading about other

people's good times. I needed to have an adventure of my own.

Suddenly Jacob's heavy arm fell off the seat and around my shoulders, pulling me into his

warm chest.

"Ugh, Jake!" I tried to push myself away. It was moments like these that I cursed my small

arms. His other arm wrapped around me and he buried his face in my hair. I did the only

thing a mature woman like myself could do; I bit him.

"Ow! Bells!" Jacob let go of me and rubbed his side. "Save it for the bedroom baby."

Prick. "Keep your paws to yourself Black." The schmuck rolled his eyes and turned his

attention to the window.

"So Bella, I was telling Mike that we should go to a few of the shops before we set out

tomorrow. You in?" Jessica asked in her normal chipper voice.

"If one of those shops sells dinner, then absolutely." One last delicious meal before five days

of camp food sounded nice.

"We're here!" Tyler shouted from the front seat.

"Thank God," I heard Rosalie grumble.

Lauren took a small silver compact from her purse to fix her lipstick and powder her nose.

"There's no need to yell Tyler. We're not deaf," she snapped.

Ignoring her, Tyler followed the other van and pulled into the parking lot. The passengers

from the other vehicle were already unloading their luggage. Looking at them, I couldn't

understand how we all came to be on the same trip.

There was Eric Yorkie, the cute nerd. I think he came on the trip to get rock samples for

some brilliant experiment he was working on.

The quiet guy and the bookworm, Ben Cheney and Angela Weber were standing off to the

side. They were a really nice couple, both always polite and kind.

Seth Clearwater, the sweetheart, was taking in the sights with a wide smile on his face. He

was an easy guy to like. I'm pretty sure he was a Freshmen this year. His sister was also on

the trip.

Leah Clearwater was the badass. Seriously everyone knew not to mess with her. She was one

tough chick. However, I knew something many people didn't. She was hopelessly in love with

Sam Uley, the born leader, who was also on the trip along with her cousin, the model, Emily

Young. As strong as she seemed, Leah was still terrified that Sam would fall for her cousin

and never return her feelings.

Rounding up our group was Tanya Denali, the bimbo. Don't get me wrong, the girl had

impressive book smarts, but she didn't have the common sense that God gave a billy goat.

We were in Tennessee; I'm allowed to use phrases like that. Tanya was also a sex addict in

search of a mountain man.

I followed Mike and Jessica out of the van. Mike, pretending to be a gentleman, took my

hand to help me out while Jake and Tyler unloaded all of our packs. Mine was easy to find. It

was clearly labeled "Property of the Chief of Police".

The hotel had a certain charm to it. It looked like something from an cute little village. Much

to Rosalie and Royce's dismay, we were renting a couple of suites to share for the night. Sam

wanted us to participate in some team bonding before heading into the woods.

That should be interesting.

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