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*episode twenty-two*
*Lost…never found*
SeasonFinale
~With Edward and Jasper~
Edward: Why would she do that?
Jasper: I have a million reasons…none of them make much sense…
Edward: *thoughtful* Like what? I’m curious.
Jasper: Well…1. She was having an affair-and the guy was bad in bed-so she got pregnant so she wouldn’t have to EXACTLY tell him about the cama sitch…
Edward: That could be…anything else?
Jasper: ok….2. The baby isn’t yours and she didn’t actually…and I have no idea where I’m going with this.
Edward: Ok…well. We better get to Emmett.
Jasper:...

I told you that I would update soon. I knew some of you wouldn't believe me, so I am proving you wrong. I'm still on bed-rest so I'm updating. So far this is the longest…I know I am so excited. Ok, back to my story.

Disclaimer: Again, I really don't own twilight.

B POV

I can't believe that I was doing this! I never thought that I would ever be back at Forks. Ever since Edward, I was so happy it didn't hurt to say his name, left. I felt a little happier since I had a part of Edward with me. I think I at least owe my dad to see me happier. I wish Edward was here with me, but I knew he would meet...

Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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(Attention: This chapter goes back to Cyd's Point Of View. Enjoy!)
    "Great" I muttered, and ran back to catch up with Shropee and Tabra.
    But I stopped as I heard a bump come from the inside of Jerek's car. I opened the back door, and I gasped.
    "SHROPEE!" I called. "TABRA!"
    In two minutos they came around the car, and I backed up against Shropee's.
    "What is it?" They asked.
    "Help....

Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Seven
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    "Are you sure?" Jerek asked. "I mean, that sounds a bit-"
    "Weak." Tabra said, filling in the blank.
    "Yes. But, Cyd's right. We have no idea when the fight is, nor where. If this fight happens, they'll spring on us. Not the otherway around. Which means, we wait. We wait for them to bring the fight to us. It doesn't sound brave, but it's smart." Shropee was leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest. "It's only three in the afternoon,...