“Okay, everyone’s chosen a pen pal, you have the next two session’s to write about yourself, and with any luck you’ll have a reply by Friday” Mrs. Anderson announced.
Immediately, everyone started writing, quickly. I took another deep breath, and began.
Dear Edward Cullen,
Hmm Edward, that’s a weird old fashioned name, but I guess, these days if you can call a child Apple, than Edward is plain, normal.
My name is Bella Swan.
I'm 17 years old and my birthday is September 13. I live in Phoenix, with my mother Renee and her boyfriend Phil.
He doesn’t need to know descriptions about them.
I love the sun here, although I don't really think it likes me, I have a very pale completion. I have brown hair and brown eyes.
Ugh, I’ve never been good about taking about myself. Now, what else can I put? I know I’ll ask questions about him.
My favourite colour is brown, what’s yours?
I am an only child. My parents divorced when I was very young, I’ve always wanted a brother or sister, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Do you have any brothers or sisters? If so how old are they and what are their names.
Stick to the basics, this isn’t enough, hmm.
As you can see I’m not very good at writing, especially about myself. I would love to hear about you. Please write soon.
Oh well what else could I put? Plus the bell’s about to go, I did a lot of thinking and not much writing. Part of me hopes I never get a reply, so I never have to write again.
“Ding, ding, ding” “Bella, you coming?” it was Gemma, calling me to come to lunch.
“Oh, yeah, coming” I replied placing my letter on the teacher’s desk, and walking to my locker.