hi i dont know what to call this but heres the first chapter if you have any ideas tell me
"Alice we don't need to dress up it's just high school.again." I said under my breath.
"Oh come on Bella can't you let me have some fun today."
"Fine." I said giving up trying to argue with Alice. Alice had me in dark washed skinny jeans and high heel ankle boots,with a purple long-sleeved layered casual t.
"Just today though."Not wanting her to get the wrong idea that i would let her do this everyday.
"Agreed.Now stay still I'm almost finished.
"Time to go Renesemee,Jacob."I yelled upstairs. Jacob was now moved in with us we all pretty much not breath anymore but we had to get used to it again since we can go to schol again beacause renesemee is 7 now and stoped ageing
"Alice we don't need to dress up it's just high school.again." I said under my breath.
"Oh come on Bella can't you let me have some fun today."
"Fine." I said giving up trying to argue with Alice. Alice had me in dark washed skinny jeans and high heel ankle boots,with a purple long-sleeved layered casual t.
"Just today though."Not wanting her to get the wrong idea that i would let her do this everyday.
"Agreed.Now stay still I'm almost finished.
"Time to go Renesemee,Jacob."I yelled upstairs. Jacob was now moved in with us we all pretty much not breath anymore but we had to get used to it again since we can go to schol again beacause renesemee is 7 now and stoped ageing
I thought I'd post this poem and try to get constructive feedback ;)
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To Know Her
She is who I see and all that I see.
Every minuto with her is a minuto to know her.
What does she like? What makes her angry?
What makes her laugh like no other?
I watch her mover and learn her moods.
Her needs, I read like a book unbound.
I study her eyes as they speak to me
When words aren’t enough, when they can’t be found.
Her joy is mine, her emotions mover me.
To be what she wants is no arduous task.
To protect her and know her – that’s what I do
So I find it amusing when she would ask:
“How is it that you know me so well?
Sometimes it seems you can read my mind.”
“Nah,” I smile. “I just pay attention.”
I become what she wants and needs, por design.
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To Know Her
She is who I see and all that I see.
Every minuto with her is a minuto to know her.
What does she like? What makes her angry?
What makes her laugh like no other?
I watch her mover and learn her moods.
Her needs, I read like a book unbound.
I study her eyes as they speak to me
When words aren’t enough, when they can’t be found.
Her joy is mine, her emotions mover me.
To be what she wants is no arduous task.
To protect her and know her – that’s what I do
So I find it amusing when she would ask:
“How is it that you know me so well?
Sometimes it seems you can read my mind.”
“Nah,” I smile. “I just pay attention.”
I become what she wants and needs, por design.
