First Writings
“Okay, everyone’s chosen a pen pal, anda have the seterusnya two session’s to write about yourself, and with any luck you’ll have a reply sejak Friday” Mrs. Anderson announced.
Immediately, everyone started writing, quickly. I took another deep breath, and began.
Dear Edward Cullen, Hmm Edward, that’s a weird old fashioned name, but I guess, these days if anda can call a child Apple, than Edward is plain, normal.
My name is Bella Swan.
I'm 17 years old and my birthday is September 13. I live in Phoenix, with my mother Renee and her boyfriend Phil. He doesn’t need to know descriptions about them.
I Cinta the sun here, although I don't really think it likes me, I have a very pale completion. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Ugh, I’ve never been good about taking about myself. Now, what else can I put? I know I’ll ask soalan about him.
My favourite colour is brown, what’s yours?
I am an only child. My parents divorced when I was very young, I’ve always wanted a brother atau sister, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Do anda have any brothers atau sisters? If so how old are they and what are their names. Stick to the basics, this isn’t enough, hmm.
As anda can see I’m not very good at writing, especially about myself. I would Cinta to hear about you. Please write soon.
Yours Sincerely,
Bella Swan
Oh well what else could I put? Plus the bell’s about to go, I did a lot of thinking and not much writing. Part of me hopes I never get a reply, so I never have to write again.
“Ding, ding, ding” “Bella, anda coming?” it was Gemma, calling me to come to lunch.
“Oh, yeah, coming” I replied placing my letter on the teacher’s desk, and walking to my locker.
-Renesmee-
I terminate the call, and scream at the bahagian, atas of my lungs. It takes Carlisle and Rosalie thirty two saat to reach me. The other Cullens are out hunting.
I find I can only speak in short bursts, so I focus only on Carlisle's voice, asking me what happened. I try to answer, but then, oh joy, lebih pain.
* * *
I've been in labour for the past eight hours now. Imagine, just for a moment, that Rosalie is capable of PMS. And that simultaneously, someone's hidden her hair products, her iPod, her BMW, and her laptop. I was currently in a mood that would make that look like a kitten having a tantrum.
I broke Jacob's wrist sejak accident.
I terminate the call, and scream at the bahagian, atas of my lungs. It takes Carlisle and Rosalie thirty two saat to reach me. The other Cullens are out hunting.
I find I can only speak in short bursts, so I focus only on Carlisle's voice, asking me what happened. I try to answer, but then, oh joy, lebih pain.
* * *
I've been in labour for the past eight hours now. Imagine, just for a moment, that Rosalie is capable of PMS. And that simultaneously, someone's hidden her hair products, her iPod, her BMW, and her laptop. I was currently in a mood that would make that look like a kitten having a tantrum.
I broke Jacob's wrist sejak accident.
