I know I really shouldn't start another story now, but I have so many ideas. A Different Kind of Twilight is currently on hiatus, though Imperfectly Perfect will be updated in a few days. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story.

Life as a Jelly Donut

Chapter 1: The Story So Far

Welcome audience, you've just tuned into Bella's life. A story about a nobody. Feel free to change the channel, you won't find any action, drama, romance, or humor here. 'Why not?' you might ask. Well, my life is the equivalent of living as a jelly donut. You sit on a shelf all day while people walk by and say, "Ew, I don't want that one." So I, Isabella Swan, continue to live my life as a jelly donut.

Sitting on the shelf next to me are a variety of other donuts. My mother is a Cinnamon powered donut; different, but in a good way. My step-father, Phil, is a glaze donut. He's dependable. Then there's my wicked step-sister, Amber. She's a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles. She's got those cute colors on the outside, but she's pure evil, and goes straight to your hips. There's also my father, Charlie, who lives in another donut box altogether.

My donut box is in Phoenix, Arizona. Every once in a while I travel to Forks to visit my Dad and some other donuts. There's not really much to tell about a donut such as myself. I'm twenty-three years old with brown hair and brown eyes. I recently graduated from college and am now a journalist for a small magazine. This is only until my jelly filled insides can get my books published. Though I doubt that will ever happen.

Why should a donut such as myself be so angsty? Well, according to my mother I'm a failure who's focusing on hopeless dreams. At least that's all I hear when she talks, though she's never directly told me any of this. Then there's my pretty, yet evil step-sister Amber, who is the daughter my mother never had. She's also the reason I have no friends, no boyfriend, and I'd even blame her for global warming, though that may be stretching it.

Oh yeah, then there's Phil, who, currently, I think is the best little donut. He doesn't talk to me much and he keeps Renee and Amber busy. Besides writing and reading I don't do too much. I play the guitar, piano, and drums occasionally. Sometimes, just to spite Amber, I'll also go out and play baseball or ultimate Frisbee. According to her sports "were only good if hot guys were shirtless and sweaty."

With hobbies like that you'd think I'd have met at least one decent donut. Nope. Sure the boy donuts don't mind playing a game of baseball with you, but when it comes to dating they'd rather have Amber.

If your still reading this then I guess your ready to venture into reality with me...

The sun shone brightly into my eyes when I stepped out of my rusty red pick-up truck. For one second I considered throwing my hands over my eyes while hissing, "It burns! It burns!" This, however, would probably attract attention. When confronted with attention my jelly went straight to my face and I was beet red for the rest of the day. I shoved my hair out of my face as I walked down the sidewalk towards the building where I worked. The gray, brick building was three stories high with a shiny brass entrance. The rotating door still amused me to this day, and for the fun of it I went around three times before finally stepping into the front office.

"Swan! Jakins wants to see you in his office now."

Ahh, what a perfect way to start the work day. I walked over to the elevator and pressed the button for every floor even though I was the only one in the elevator.

"BELLA! Hold the elevator!" Mike Newton yelled to me as he ran down the hallway towards me.

"What? Mike! I can't hear you!" I shouted back as I pressed the close door button.

Most people would consider this a mean thing to do, but most people hadn't met Mike Newton. Mike Newton was like a...a fig newton oddly enough; short and gross. If you want an unbiased view on things then you can go find another donut to hang around with because I'm not changing my views.

Ding! The elevator door opened and I dragged my feet toward Jakins' office. I knocked but didn't wait for a reply. Jakins was a round man with a bold, shiny head. His face was constantly red. I called him Kool-Aid...in my head at least. Have you caught on that I enjoy odd analogies and nick names?

"Ah, Miss Swan. Good to see you again." No it wasn't. Jakins hated me.

"You called for me, sir," I pointed out.

"Right. I have an assignment for you," He said as he shuffled some papers.

I rolled my eyes. It was completely unnecessary for him to tell me this. He should have just told me what the assignment was. Kool-aid always liked sounding important though.

"Ah, here it is. I want you to do a spread page on the hottest new upcoming stars. Carlisle Cullen was just ranked as one of the best doctors in the country, and Esme Cullen, his wife, is the must have interior designer for the stars. People want to find out everything about them and their gorgeous and talented children."

Sounds like some fancy new donuts. Of course people want to hear all about them; no one is happy living their own lives. I sighed, I couldn't exactly turn it down. It was a huge opportunity. "Sure. When is it due?"

"By Monday. You'll fly to Seattle on Wednesday night," Kool-Aid with a smile on his face like he thought this was the greatest thing he could tell me.

"Seattle? I can't do the interview over the phone?"

"We want pictures as well. You're a good writer as well as a decent photographer, that's why your doing the interview," His voice left little room for argument.

It wasn't that I didn't want to do the interview, it was that my poor little donut self was terrified of flying. I also didn't do too well when I was face to face with people. We finished talking about details and I dragged my self to my small office.

I sat down and started editing the rest of my articles. A knock brought me out of my work. I looked up to see Fig Newton standing there.

"Hey Fig," I said nonchalantly.

He gave me a weird look but didn't say anything. "So, uh, how's your sister?"

Ugh. Fig had met Amber once when she came into visit 'bug' me and now he was obsessed with her.

"She's dead," I told him in monotone.

His eyes widened for a few seconds before he caught on that I was kidding. He let out a forced laugh, "Ha...good one, Bella. So, do you think she'd like to go out with me this Friday?"

Personally, I thought Fig and Amber would be perfect to each other. Fig could tell her how pretty she was and Amber would agree. They could talk about their selves together, but unfortunately Amber hated Fig.

"Sorry Mike, she's busy on Friday," I lied. I didn't care enough to find out what Amber was doing.

"Oh," His hand went up to ruffle his blond hair.

Have you ever had such an awkward silence that you wished something would explode or something heavy would drop from the sky just to distract the other person. Right now I was hoping that my computer would combust or a six foot penguin would walk into the room. Anything to take Mike's attention away from me.

"Well I guess you'll just be going then," I said.

He nodded, "Yeah, See ya."

"Bye," I waved. Yes, dear readers, this was about as exciting as my jelly filled life gets.

I stomped my feet obnoxiously loud as I walked out of work that afternoon. My truck roared to life and pulled out of the parking lot. As per my luck I hit every red light possible and I cursed multiple religious figures every time. I pulled into the parking lot of the generic neighborhood grocery store and parked quickly. I jumped from my truck and strolled into the store. Renee wanted me to pick up a cake for Amber. Apparently tonight we were celebrating her ability to make it onto the Dean's List. I knew this meant we were really celebrating her ability to sleep with every single one of her professors.

I walked to the bakery section and looked at the cakes on display. I tilted my head in puzzlement when I read one that said, "For You Dicky." I glanced around and when no one was looking I smeared the OR and the Y. Now it said, "F You Dick." I kept walking until I went passed the cakes and headed towards the muffins and donuts.

I hummed as looked. I stopped when I saw the Jelly Donuts. The entire shelf was filled, not one single jelly donut had been bought. I stared sadly at the donuts.

It was difficult living life as a jelly donut.

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