ECMARRECSM, chapter… 5

October 30, 2008 at 2:23 pm (FanFiction, Twilight) (, , )

Psh. New school. Of course that was inevitable, but anyway. I hoped I would meet some nice people. My mother told me little, but she couldn’t stop the mouth on Mike Newton. Apprently, he was married to a Jessica Stanley, and they had a daughter named Kate before he left/stalked us. Creepy, I know. When I asked mom, she told me that Jessica wasn’t exactly nice, and gossiped a lot. If Kate still were there, I hoped she wasn’t like that… That’s all I really know about Forks High School. And to top it all, the car isn’t here yet, so I have to walk. I don’t like walking in the rain. Not after that night.

So, I’m just walking towards the school, when I’m practically assaulted by a very bouncy girl. “Are you Elizabeth Masen? Are you? Are you?” she asked, with a big grin on her face. “Yeah…” I answered, a little taken back by her enthusiasm. “I’m Sheila Williams!” she said, reaching out her hand. I shook it, and she leaded me towards the school. “Yo, Sheila!” someone called out to her. When she got a look at me she stared approvingly at Sheila. “You found the new kid? That’s great!” she said, and reached out her hand. “I’m Kate Newton. And you must be Elizabeth,” she said, shaking my head. I nodded. Their forwardness scared me.

To be continued 8)


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October 12, 2008 at 11:35 am (AboutMe, FanFiction, Random) (, )

I’m sick. More sick than I was before, when it was just a headache and stomachache. I have a GODDAMN cold… It’s crap. My throat hurts, and it’s a pain to swallow. I hate being sick… At the moment I’m packed in a woolen carpet, and eating lots of… you know, those tablets that are supposed to make you feel better? I don’t know the english word. It doesn’t help. I eat too much of them. You’re only supposed to eat two per hour or something like that.

Otherwise, I’ve cut my hair today. It looks really cool now. My bothery curly hair actually looks good as a difference. YAY!

So, I’m going to post chapter 4… I think xD

ECMARRECSM, chapter4

Hello again. I’m in Forks now. Mrs. Fresh IS crap, and not the least fresh… She is REALLY old, and constantly calls me ‘Eloise’. Like in… ‘DEAR Eloise! I am so sorry about your poor mother, what was her name again? Ah, yes, Gabriella. It is so tragic with her suicide!’ She’s nuts. First of all, my name is Elizabeth, my mothers is Isabella and she did NOT commit suicide! It was a goddamn car crash! I’m going to stay out of her way. Most definitely.

My room is amazingly enough sound-proof. Strange, I know. It’s great, ’cause I can be on the phone as late as I want, practice on the violin, and the piano. I brought my keyboard, you see. And there even is a little kitchen here. Wait… a letter. “Dear Miss Masen. Mrs. Fresh is a very old woman, and I hope you don’t mind that you will live mostly for yourself. Your room is sound-proof, you have a kitchen, and a toilet, so I think you’ll be fine. Regards from Mr. Scott.” HAH. IN YOUR FACE MRS. UN-FRESH!

Tomorrow is my first day of school. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it… I have to start again with getting friends and stuff. I’m rather shy, so it will be a pain in the ass. I practice a little on the violin before I call Jeez. “JEEZ! I’m missing you already!” “I miss you to Rose. It’s crap you couldn’t stay here!” and all that jazz… I don’t bother typing it all out…

-Elizabeth, not Eloise.

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October 3, 2008 at 1:13 pm (FanFiction, Random, Reden) (, , , )

First of all. I’ve read Breaking Dawn! It’s amazing! I’m not going to go into details, but it really is amazing 😀

I also wrote this short story for school. I’m gonna translate it, and then post. It’s about these people named Rebecca, Jacob and Isaac xD All the names are purely biblical. Just because my imagination’s bad.

At the moment, I’m really into fixing my hair with the help of a knitting pin, a pencil or something of that sort. It’s EXTREMELY funny. Next weekend I’m going to COLOUR my hair! YAY! I’m going to cut it tomorrow, if I’m allowed. CoughifIdon’thavetobethereat10O’clockcough. Not so much, though. I need my long hair for fixing it at the christmas ball. I know, I’m good. *think forward*

Paramore’s song for the Twilight soundtrack is here! It’s called Decode, and that too, is amazing! You HAVE to listen to it! 😀

Finally, the third chapter of ECMARRECSM.

ECMARRECSM, chapter 3:

I can’t believe it. My mother is dead. No kidding. She’s GONE. I have to realize it someday, starting with now. So, this is how it happened.

I was just practicing on the violin for a LONG time. Almost an hour. Then someone was at the door, and I went down to open it. It was the police. The conversation went something like this: “Are you Elizabeth Masen?” he asked. I just nodded. I wondered what the hell they could want with me, I hadn’t done anything. “The daughter of Isabella Swan?” Nod again. I didn’t think mom had done something either. “I’m very sorry to tell you this, but she was in a car accident…” At this point my eyes went wide. “I’m afraid she didn’t survive. A drunk man drove straightly into their car, and smashed the entire side she was sitting.” I started to hyperventilate. “What?” I finally managed to get out, in a very weak voice. “Your mother is dead. I’m so sorry.” I stared at him, and opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish. “She’s dead?” I squeaked. “Yes. The guy with her, Mike Newton, is in a coma now.” I couldn’t care less how Mike was. He was a jerk anyway. All that mattered was that my mother was gone. She was gone. “I’m really sorry.” I closed the door, dumbfounded. Maybe it would have been normal to ask him in or something, but that wasn’t something I was going to do, ever. I wanted to be alone. No I didn’t. I wanted Jeez.

Outside it was pouring rain. I didn’t care. I hadn’t even bothered to put a coat on. I was wearing my old shoes. They almost fell together with me running so fast. When I was at Jeez’s door, I rang the bell, something I normally wouldn’t have. I didn’t want to just come in. Jeez opened the door, and looked bewildered of my state. “Rose, what on earth happened to you?” he said, a tad of shock visible in his voice. My make-up probably was all over my face, and I was sure my hair looked like crap, but I didn’t care. “She’s dead, Jeez. She’s gone.” I managed to get out between sobs before I broke totally down. He took me in his arms, and I cried into his chest. “Rose, who is dead?” “Mom.” I said weakly, before succumbing to tears yet again. “YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD!?” he shouted. I nodded weakly. He swooped me up in his arms and carried me to the couch. “EMMA! Get you ass down here!” he shouted up the stairs. “Oh, Rose. What are you going to do?” he asked weakly. “I don’t know.” I sobbed. Emma came down the stairs, and Jeez went to tell her what had happened. “Dear Beth! I’m so sorry!” she said sadly when Jeez was finished. She went to sit next to me. “Your mother was a good person. I’m going to miss her.” she said, patting my arm. I could tell she wanted to make it better, but there was nothing she could do. She knew that, but she tried anyway. I nodded weakly. Jeez proceeded to stroke my hair, and hug me. “Rose, you’re underage. Do you know where you’ll live?” he asked. I hadn’t thought of that. That was an obvious problem. “Can’t I stay here?” “Maybe. I doubt it. Your mother probably had something planned out for you, I guess. Or you’ll have to live with Renèe.” he said weakly. “But Renèe lives in Florida!” I exclaimed. “I know, I know.” he said. “Beth, our house will always be open to you.” Emma said weakly. She was trying. So hard. “I know.” I said weakly. “I already lost my mom. I don’t want to lose you too…”

I slept over with them that night, but later I moved back. A week later mom’s lawyer came to see me. “Miss Masen? I am your mothers lawyer, Robert Scott. I’m here to talk with you about her will, and about where you are going to live.” “Nice to meet you mr Scoot, though I do not appreciate the circumstances.” I was playing with myself, trying to see how normal and polite I could behave, so I shook his hand too. “I don’t think it is a surprise that Miss Swan left everything to you.” he said. I could see he also struggled to be polite, although I didn’t know the reason. “No, that’s not really a surprise. Who else should she give money, you know.” He nodded, and pulled a file out of his suitcase. “She has arranged for you to move to Forks, Washington, her birthplace.” I stared at him, and my mouth fell open. “FORKS?!” I said, shocked. “Yes. The will is written before her father passed away, and you were supposed to live with him. BUT, she stated that she DEMANDS you go to Forks under any circumstances, and we have arranged that you will live with a lucky old woman named Mrs. Fresh.” I opened and closed my mouth again. He ignored my obvious speechlessness. “You will move in one week. Here is your plane ticket. Mrs. Fresh will pick you up in Port Angeles.” He left. I stared blankly after him. I picked up the phone on the table. “Jeez? I’m moving to Forks, WA.” I said, slowly. He was just as shocked as me. “I don’t believe it.” we both said at exactly the same time.

That happened a week ago, and now, I’m at the plane to Port Angeles, and Forks, new home. I don’t know a thing about the goddamn Mrs. Fresh type, and if I got my way, I wouldn’t have to either. I had to leave Jeez. And my band. My life. It just made everything worse to move…


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Back to… Holy Hale?

September 22, 2008 at 8:38 am (FanFiction) ()

Well, I have to finish the second chapter, don’t I? Where were we? (Hah, that sounded funny!) Yeah, Mike Newton.

The crappy Mike-Schmike, actually FOLLOWED us to Phoenix. FOLLOWED us. Imagine his shock when he came here, and mom was pregnant! He fainted, I think. I don’t remember, obviously, since I was in a stomach at the time. Well, she’s going now, and I’m going to practice. Bye!

-Elizabeth Masen

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September 21, 2008 at 8:54 am (FanFiction) (, )

Okay, I’m gonna start on the second chapter of ECMARRECSM. It comes easy for me to write it now. Yay me!

Second chapter:

Okay, last entry was mostly about people, so now I’m gonna tell you about the band. It’s named Clichè. Keep this in mind, Ralph is a real goofball. No kidding. Just read this:

Jeez: Well, what are we NAMING the band?

Me: I have NO idea! Ideas anyone?


Kenneth: Seriously, Ralph, there’s three reasons we can’t be named that. One, we would get sued by Marvel. Two, we are FIVE. Three, I’m just saying… OUCH! That is so clichè!

Will: What about Clichè? It actually sounds fancy!

See, Ralph is hopeless. Now, about what people do in the band… Will is the money and recording, Jeez is the video, Kenneth is the Norway freak and Ralph is the goofball. That leaves me, and I’m not really much, although it is my mother we shows the videos to first, she actually gives us constructive criticism instead of just praise, which is good, or we would be extremely crappy.

At the moment, my mom thinks I’m doing homework, but I wasn’t in the mood, so I’m just writing in you, dear diary. I’m gonna practice some more when mom goes out. This guy who apparently has been crushing on her since high school, Mike Newton, are going to drive her to work. I hate the guy. He’s crrap.

Okay, right, not finished with the second chapter yet, but mom so nicely informed me that we have to leave. So… Buh-bye!

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September 20, 2008 at 6:30 pm (AboutMe, FanFiction) ()

I got a brilliant idea, and posted the story at FanFiction.Net. I haven’t got so much constructive criticism yet, just praise for it brilliant-ness. I know, I’m good. I have 3 reviews already, and about 9 story alerts, and even more author alerts and favourite stories. Seriously, I’m amazed. I’m in total shock. People liked it ^^

I’ve decided to reply to everyones reviews. Although it makes me extremely happy to know that they took the time to read my story and to review it, but it’s also nice to know that the author cares for your review.

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September 20, 2008 at 12:56 pm (FanFiction, Random) (, , , )

I’m currently at my grandparents house. I’m extremely happy because I have internet, but it sucks to be here anyway. My brother is watching Disney Channel, grandma is going crazy because I have young teachers, and mom, dad and grandpa is just… boring. I, of course, is just sitting with the computer, listening to music. I’m seriously considering going downstairs even if it’s COLD. I got mail from the bank again. It STILL wasn’t the bankcard. BOTHERING.

And since no one commented last post, I take it no one’s reading, thus I can post whatever I want. I’m going to post an idea I have for a story. It’s probably crappy, but anyway. Shame I can’t get constructive criticism.

The Diary of Liz Masen, otherwise known as ECMARRECSM

What if Edward and Bella had a kid? What if Edward didn’t know? And what if poor Liz didn’t know a thing about her father, other that he and her mother fought, she left, and when she came back, he was gone? What if Bella died, and Liz moved to Forks? AU

First chapter:

Hello, dear diary. I’m probably gonna name you, but I have none ideas yet… I’m the girl with the freakishly long name. I have 10 names. You heard right, 10. Apparently my mother was drugged when she named me. Or… in her drugged-down-ness, she rambled all the people she wanted to name me after. She was going to choose two of them, but unfortunately, the nurse wrote down everyone, landing me with ten names. It’s crap. So, you might want to know what the talked-about ten names are. Fine. Elizabeth Charlotte Marie Alice Rose Renèe Esme Cullen Swan Masen. I know. Don’t even start. Since I’ve already started rambling, I’m gonna tell you the story about all of the names. It’s not a long story, anyway. Elizabeth from my dads mother, Charlotte from my mothers dad (His name was Charlie. I’m obviously named the female form.), Marie after moms grandmother, Alice after dads sister, Rose after my dads other sister (Okay, her name was Rosalie, but mom said Rose fitted me better.), Renèe from my mothers mother and Esme from my dads adoptive mother. Cullen is from my dad, Swan from my mom, and Masen from my dad again. I think the name he used WAS Cullen, so it’s a big mystery for me why I’m named Masen and not Cullen. I prefer to be called Liz, Lizzie or Beth, but Jeez calls me Rose, because I’m his rose. It is my middlename after all. I know, he’s so sweet. Anyway… I’m going to introduce some of my best friends. But first, I’m in a band. I sing. I’m really musical. Apparently I inherited that from my father. I play the violin and the piano, and Jeez is learning me to play the guitar.

Jack Moore is my boyfriend. He prefers to be called Jeez, don’t ask me why, but we all call him that anyway. He plays guitar in the band. I met him through my friend Emma, who is his sister. His dad is a cameraman, and he helps us shooting our videos. Our band are pretty serious, you see.

Fitzwilliam Sears (he demands to be called Will) is the guy with the money. Or his dad has the money, he’s really rich, ya know. Will is allowed to use them. He buys our instruments and all that jazz. And guess what, his dad gave him a RECORDING STUDIO for his birthday. We record lots of songs there. And shoot videos to them, and then post them on YouTube. People really likes ’em. And he plays the keyboard.

Kenneth Rye is from Norway. He teached me and Jeez to speak Norwegian, and thus we play some Norwegian songs. He’s really into DumDum Boys, and it’s okey to play, because we have the same instruments, not like when we play for example ABBA, when I have to play violin, and we have to get Emma to play the trumpet and that sort of thing. Kenneth plays the bass guitar.

Ralph Covent is a drum god. He’s amazing. And really fun to look at while he plays. He really gives himself to the music.

Emma Moore is, as mentioned, Jeez’s sister, and she plays the trumpet, something very lucky when we play Huey Lewis and the News. She is my best girl friend, although she is annoying sometimes, dragging me with her shopping and things like that. She is one year older than me, and next year she’s going off to college. I’m gonna miss her so much!

Hayley Crane is also a good friend of mine. She is the only of my friends not playing an instrument. I guess she does feel left out sometimes. She’s dating this weird guy she met on MySpace. They’re on and off all the time. I feel really sorry for her, because he always makes her sad. People, DO NOT get in a serious relationship with someone you met on the internet! Unless he’s exceptionally charming, gorgeous and has a cute accent! Cough english or german cough.

And last but definitely not least, my mother, Bella Swan. She works at the local library. She is the best mom you could ever have. She allows me to do many things, but also is careful about what it is. She would never allow ME to date someone I met at MySpace. She usually is sort of sad, because of my dad, she says. Their story is a mystery. I know nothing about my father. Well, almost nothing. I’ve inherited my looks from him, and my musical skills. His real surrname was Masen, but he took Cullen when Esme and mystery man adopted him. I don’t think mom would have told me anything about the family except that he left if she hadn’t named me after lots of people in his family. She has the most amazing truck. I love it, even if it’s old and slow. I don’t have my own car. We don’t have the money for it. Mom has her workcar though, which she uses when she have to get quickly to places.

Alright diary, that was about some people that’s important in my life. Will write tomorrow.

-Elizabeth Charlotte Marie… Wait, screw it. It’s ECMARRECSM.

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September 1, 2008 at 5:52 pm (AboutMe) (, , )

Am a 13 year old girl of Norway. Have had a numerous number of blogs, but given all up. Whatever, this is a better place to write anyway. Will probably use the blog to post stories, since I already have a diary (named HVD, by the way) to write personal stuff in. 42566 means something, but I’m not telling what…

When I write stories I used to write about Tokio Hotel and High School Musical, but I don’t really like them anymore, so now it’s more Star Wars and stuff. Am also going to post something completely out of my OWN mind. Yep, I’M MAGICAL!

Blogtitles are probably going to be expressions and phrases I use much.


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