New Moon Fanarts Scenes

Chapter One
    New house, new school. Different people, but same personalities as all the “cool people” at my old school. Don’t get me wrong, I liked my old school, and I liked the cool people because they were my” cool people” . These idiots won’t be my friends, you’ll see. You’ll all see.
    But then again, I also haven’t given this place we’re moving to a chance. It’s because I know I won’t fit in. por the way, I’m Laurie. I’m sixteen and I’ve just moved from my início state of New York. mais specifically, Manhattan, New...

I had to go to see Don the seguinte morning...Edward didn't want to leave me so all of us made a trip to my boss's office. The whole way Kammie kept saying
"Picture Time" and it was so cute because she would pose with each one. We laughed the whole way there.

Once inside I told the receptionist my name and she pointed me to his office. I knocked don the door before entering. He looked up at me and smiled. I went to go sit down and Edward stood behind me, Kammie in his arms.
"Bella, you look ravishing!"He told me and then looked up."And May I ask who this young man is?" He said looking at Edward.
"This...

Edward

Yesterday was a turning point. For all five of us.
Rosalie told everyone she passed "Hello." or "Morning!". She never talked to anyone but Maria and Leslie.
When Jasper spotted anyone of us in the hall, he would break away from his group and talk to us untill the minuto sino rang.
Alice still commented on shoes, but not just on Lauren's. On every girl's in the school. Along with their clothes and hair.
Emmett wore a belt, and kept "shorty" and "Gangsta'" out of his vocabulary.
Bella would tell her friends (Jacob, Seth, Quil, and Paul) hello, but didn't stop to chat. She would walk down about...

oi guys I wrote these awhile atrás and posted them on a different part of fanpop.... But please comment if you like it- thanks :)


The glass was cold against my palms, as I pressed them to the window. Rain poured down outside, running like a waterfall across the outside glass. It was cold, but I didn’t want cold. The house was empty, of course they were out playing baseball. Even my mother had went, though I knew she would only be umpire. She still had no interest in sports.
But they had left me here, all alone, to shiver in the cold Cullen house. I was supposed to be sleeping. It was a school...