TCA Arrivals

Another long one for you guys. I decided to break the story up in chapters so you guys can keep track of the story with the actual book! ^_^

When I arrived at Charlie’s, Bella was asking permission to go to La Push. Charlie’s thoughts were ecstatic that she was finally going to be talk to Jake. He didn’t care that it was the middle of the night. Quicker than a human eye could detect, I opened the capuz, capa of Bella’s truck, and quickly incapacitated it. I hopped in the passenger’s assento and waited in the dark. It was cloudy tonight. Too cloudy for even the moon to shine through. I was rather...

*I'm sorry if I offended anyone on this spot, I just did this to be funny, not mean*

1) If you know a girl who despises Twilight and is crazy about hating it, send them a box with a poster of Edward with the words "My Dream Guy" on the poster
2) Tell a Twilight hater that Ron Weasley is Emmett's b***h
3) Tell them that REAL men sparkle
4) When a group of Twilight haters are surrounding you, stand in the middle of the group and shout out "I'M A CULLEN, EVERYONE!" then sing "I am a vampire" por Antsy Pantsy
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5) Write a letter to President Obama convincing him to make a law against disrespecting...

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Bella's pov


When we arrived back início Edward was outside waiting for us too pull up. It was such an exciting ride início with all that I had on my mind.

"So what did Charlie want." He asked.

"Well where is Leah frist before I say anything." I asked.

"I think she is inside eating jantar with Seth. I think she got tired of definding for her self or unless she got tired of eatting like a dog." Edward said.

"Oh Seth is still here good. He will like this mais than Leah will." So I walked in side to find Leah and Seth in the dinning...

Chapter 4-The Demise

I heard the front door creak open and then slam closed. “My jantar had better be ready,” I heard the rough voice of my husband as he walked inside.

“Yes sir. It is,” I said pulling out his chair for him. Then sprinting to sit at the other end of the mesa, tabela before he could sit and yell at me more. We ate in silence then after dinner, much to my dismay he headed off to the bar with his 'drinking buddies'. I took this opportunity to clean the dishes and pray he didn't get too drunk.

A few hours later I was upstairs reading. The house was spotless and I couldn't think...