Chapter 1.
The Catching:
I’d been dreading this dia for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams or speaking in front of the class, it was composição literária a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it said three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
You might think why would I be dreading, a dia of composição literária to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with composição literária to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small nuvem covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
The Catching:
I’d been dreading this dia for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams or speaking in front of the class, it was composição literária a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it said three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
You might think why would I be dreading, a dia of composição literária to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with composição literária to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small nuvem covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
Hey, I'm typing away at início while my dad takes Mom on an extensive trip to France! Jacob could hardly contain his excitement! Seriously, He's burst into a dog three times- oh, not again Jake! Four times. Anyways, whenever my parents are out, my dad posts up a list of rules. Here's what he wrote.
Renesmee,
your mom and I are going to France. Do not take advantage of this with Jacob. Tell Alice where you're going, and DON'T go to La Push. Watch for bears, and don't go anywhere near the hunting zone. No friends over later than 10:00PM unless it's Jacob(even then don't try anything funny.). Jacob is not allowed on your bed(and I don't care if he's in dog form.). Alice will come over to check in on you regularly, but call her if you need help.
-Dad
Ugh. As if Jake and I would do anything stupid. I think Jake was planning on that, though. Well, I hear Jake break something upstairs. I'm gonna see what he's up to. Later!
Renesmee,
your mom and I are going to France. Do not take advantage of this with Jacob. Tell Alice where you're going, and DON'T go to La Push. Watch for bears, and don't go anywhere near the hunting zone. No friends over later than 10:00PM unless it's Jacob(even then don't try anything funny.). Jacob is not allowed on your bed(and I don't care if he's in dog form.). Alice will come over to check in on you regularly, but call her if you need help.
-Dad
Ugh. As if Jake and I would do anything stupid. I think Jake was planning on that, though. Well, I hear Jake break something upstairs. I'm gonna see what he's up to. Later!
When she first looked into her daughters dark chocolate eyes she felt amor and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt amor for this little one.
A kind of amor she had never felt before:of amor and protection. The kind of amor a mother feels.A amor so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt amor and happiness forever.
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A kind of amor she had never felt before:of amor and protection. The kind of amor a mother feels.A amor so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt amor and happiness forever.
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10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie said Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” por The Police. When she asks why the hell you did it, say that she reminds you of Roxanne.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie said Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” por The Police. When she asks why the hell you did it, say that she reminds you of Roxanne.