Chapter Two:
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.
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.
I sang this song in choir my sophomore tahun maybe it will help anda keep strong and have faith in Robsten
The Rose,
Some say Cinta it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says Cinta it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say Cinta it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and anda think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns Cinta becomes the rose the rose
The Rose,
Some say Cinta it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says Cinta it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say Cinta it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and anda think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns Cinta becomes the rose the rose
The Cullens house
Nessie's POV
It was a few minit later that dad had walked, I gave him a weak smile, "Dad... can I ask anda something?" I whisperd. "Sure! whatcha wanna ask?"
"Well, Jacob he umm asked me out on friday, do anda think I can go?" I watched him, His smile dropped and his amber eyes turned to coal black. "No...It's..." But he didnt finished he just shook his head and walked away. "Dad!" I shouted and ran forward, I caught him sejak the sleve and spun him around. "Why???????" I asked. "No Ness! Vampires and Werwolfs are forbidded to love!!!! anda may never see that boy agian! Okay?!" He shouted, I have never seen him get so angry before... My face turned into a pout then a sad face, Tears poured out my eyes, I pushed past him and ran up to my room
Nessie's POV
It was a few minit later that dad had walked, I gave him a weak smile, "Dad... can I ask anda something?" I whisperd. "Sure! whatcha wanna ask?"
"Well, Jacob he umm asked me out on friday, do anda think I can go?" I watched him, His smile dropped and his amber eyes turned to coal black. "No...It's..." But he didnt finished he just shook his head and walked away. "Dad!" I shouted and ran forward, I caught him sejak the sleve and spun him around. "Why???????" I asked. "No Ness! Vampires and Werwolfs are forbidded to love!!!! anda may never see that boy agian! Okay?!" He shouted, I have never seen him get so angry before... My face turned into a pout then a sad face, Tears poured out my eyes, I pushed past him and ran up to my room