(I just wanted to clarify that Laylia is 16.)
In my current state of mind, if someone offered to kill me, I wouldn't care too much. Sometimes death can be such an easy way to get out of something. Then again living is not that bad either, unless there is a big issue. And trust me, I have a big issue. Maybe that's my solution, my only chance of ever getting out of here. But I'm being crazy. Of course I don't want to die. Unless it was painless and got me out so fast I never even noticed.
"Laylia?" My grandpa's call interrupts my thoughts. It's probably for the better anyways.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. Why give effort when it's not worth it?
"How was your first day?" He steps into the room, with a pipe, no surprise.
"Great." I mutter sarcastically, "I've never seen so many white washed walls. Did the school used to be a prison?" I should probably stop now before he goes all burzurk on me.
"Smart mouthing never got anything solved."
"Good thing I'm not." Just what I needed was a big heaping pile of wisdom. Whats for desert?
"Just come down for jantar when you want it." he says as he pats my thigh. I really don't feel like someone making me jiggle right now. Feeling self conscious is exactly what i don't need. He might as well just say, 'ooh fat! let me poke it!'.
Boredom creases in my forehead. I could eat, but I kinda lost my appetite at lunch when they tried to feed me peixe on a stick. Why don't you just give me a friken piece of trash, it would be better for me than that crap. Wow, teen slang has really taken a hold on me.
"What to do, what to do." I murmur.I could close my eyes and pretend that I am floating in a lake. And then, ba bang, I'm dead, just like my parents.Way to go, you taught me some great crap, guidance counselor.
My complaints are kind of nauseating me, so i look around for some really happy stuff. My fuzzy slippers would be nice. They're cozy, warm and, dang a spider. Nice going eight legs. I kinda wanted to use those.
I feel pretty lonely, maybe that's my problem. I wonder what happened to their dog, Jake. You know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit por a car, bucked por a horse,and even walked to Seattle. But the best was when we were here for the Fourth of July. He picked up a light fogo cracker, and it exploded in his mouth. After that he was never really the same. Though his constant squeaking was funny. He like lost his bark box or something in the explosion.
"Hey Grandma Esther." I shout as loud as I can.
"What Laylia?" She sounds annoyed, kinda like me.
"Where is Jake?"
"He got eaten por a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What urso wants to eat a retarded dog? So basically my only friend here was eaten. Fantastic.
"You need to come down for dinner." her suggestion is mais like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. Or my house, or french food. All they here is peixe and fast food. If my peixe is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. You can come down and eat now, or skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of comida at one time. Hey, that's why were not fat. Nothing to complain about there.
"Well sucks for me." My reply will bother her But I don't care.
I again return to my boredom.
In my current state of mind, if someone offered to kill me, I wouldn't care too much. Sometimes death can be such an easy way to get out of something. Then again living is not that bad either, unless there is a big issue. And trust me, I have a big issue. Maybe that's my solution, my only chance of ever getting out of here. But I'm being crazy. Of course I don't want to die. Unless it was painless and got me out so fast I never even noticed.
"Laylia?" My grandpa's call interrupts my thoughts. It's probably for the better anyways.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. Why give effort when it's not worth it?
"How was your first day?" He steps into the room, with a pipe, no surprise.
"Great." I mutter sarcastically, "I've never seen so many white washed walls. Did the school used to be a prison?" I should probably stop now before he goes all burzurk on me.
"Smart mouthing never got anything solved."
"Good thing I'm not." Just what I needed was a big heaping pile of wisdom. Whats for desert?
"Just come down for jantar when you want it." he says as he pats my thigh. I really don't feel like someone making me jiggle right now. Feeling self conscious is exactly what i don't need. He might as well just say, 'ooh fat! let me poke it!'.
Boredom creases in my forehead. I could eat, but I kinda lost my appetite at lunch when they tried to feed me peixe on a stick. Why don't you just give me a friken piece of trash, it would be better for me than that crap. Wow, teen slang has really taken a hold on me.
"What to do, what to do." I murmur.I could close my eyes and pretend that I am floating in a lake. And then, ba bang, I'm dead, just like my parents.Way to go, you taught me some great crap, guidance counselor.
My complaints are kind of nauseating me, so i look around for some really happy stuff. My fuzzy slippers would be nice. They're cozy, warm and, dang a spider. Nice going eight legs. I kinda wanted to use those.
I feel pretty lonely, maybe that's my problem. I wonder what happened to their dog, Jake. You know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit por a car, bucked por a horse,and even walked to Seattle. But the best was when we were here for the Fourth of July. He picked up a light fogo cracker, and it exploded in his mouth. After that he was never really the same. Though his constant squeaking was funny. He like lost his bark box or something in the explosion.
"Hey Grandma Esther." I shout as loud as I can.
"What Laylia?" She sounds annoyed, kinda like me.
"Where is Jake?"
"He got eaten por a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What urso wants to eat a retarded dog? So basically my only friend here was eaten. Fantastic.
"You need to come down for dinner." her suggestion is mais like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. Or my house, or french food. All they here is peixe and fast food. If my peixe is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. You can come down and eat now, or skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of comida at one time. Hey, that's why were not fat. Nothing to complain about there.
"Well sucks for me." My reply will bother her But I don't care.
I again return to my boredom.
Bella cisne was a shy girl,
she came to live with her dad who is shy as well,
She joined forks high school with no friends
But look how she turned out in the end,
A boyfriend whom she loves very much,
And her friend Mike who has a crush
She has entered the sobrenatural world
and now has to cadastrar-se the Cullen family as well.
Victoria is back and in a hunting mood,
Edward, Bella and Jacob camping in the woods,
Bella has agreed to marry Edward
and Jacob didn't realize he isn't very clever
Honeymoon in isle Esme is oh so great
until Bella falls pregnant
She has a little girl called Renesmee
And Jacob Black imprints on her and Bella isn't happy.
she came to live with her dad who is shy as well,
She joined forks high school with no friends
But look how she turned out in the end,
A boyfriend whom she loves very much,
And her friend Mike who has a crush
She has entered the sobrenatural world
and now has to cadastrar-se the Cullen family as well.
Victoria is back and in a hunting mood,
Edward, Bella and Jacob camping in the woods,
Bella has agreed to marry Edward
and Jacob didn't realize he isn't very clever
Honeymoon in isle Esme is oh so great
until Bella falls pregnant
She has a little girl called Renesmee
And Jacob Black imprints on her and Bella isn't happy.
Okay... maybe I was going completely phscyo- loving, crap over Renesssme....... anyway, I found a true human girl...{okay I truly do know if she is a werewolf monster like me.. except I wouldnt call her a monster, perhaps a beautiful transforming warewolf babe..]as I would think she was.. I haven't knowned alot about her completely like everything... but a little chunk of information about her, like: she loves it when I tickle her back, she loves the tribal comida that the pack and I make her...] stuff like that makes her go all up on me[kissing and all that.. well, you get what I'm trying to say} I find it very awsome when she does... she likes it when I let her sit on my lap, and drive my volkeswagon rabbit around the old dirt road. We've been a couple for over almost a year....
The Cullens house
Nessie's POV
It was a few minutos later that dad had walked, I gave him a weak smile, "Dad... can I ask you something?" I whisperd. "Sure! whatcha wanna ask?"
"Well, Jacob he umm asked me out on friday, do you 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 por the sleve and spun him around. "Why???????" I asked. "No Ness! vampiros and Werwolfs are forbidded to love!!!! You 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 minutos later that dad had walked, I gave him a weak smile, "Dad... can I ask you something?" I whisperd. "Sure! whatcha wanna ask?"
"Well, Jacob he umm asked me out on friday, do you 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 por the sleve and spun him around. "Why???????" I asked. "No Ness! vampiros and Werwolfs are forbidded to love!!!! You 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