Chapter 6.
My trying reply:

The clock loudly ticked and it tocked even louder. I sat and thought, my brain empty. After about ten minutes of pure nothingness I decided to start.

Dear Edward,
Umm...

I did enjoy reading your letter. It was lovely. You have incredibly beautiful handwriting. How did you learn to write like that?
This would be a lot easier if he asked me some questions, he answered mine and left me with nothing!

So you have a pretty big family, I’ve always wanted a huge family, I don’t really know why. I guess you didn’t grow up with them from birth. But, you still must be really close. Oh, this is torture!

So your father’s a doctor, that’s pretty cool. Does your mother work? Mine does. How old are all your siblings? I wonder if he’ll answer that. I could talk about Charlie, but Forks is small, I don’t want him to know my father, yet.

I know this is lame but what kind of music do you like? I’m sorry I’m obviously not very good at writing. What are your favourite subjects at school? I enjoy science, I’m pretty good at it which makes it kind of fun.
For some reason I’d be way better at this if I was face to face with him. Hmm I wonder what he looks like, I have a main description, but I still don’t have much of an idea. Maybe later I’ll ask for a photo.

Have you lived in Forks all your life? Or did you move there recently? It sounds like you like living in Forks, what’s your favourite thing about living there? There’s so much I could say, I would tell him about Forks but I would tell him way, way in the future.

Thanks for your lovely letter, I hope mine isn’t too unreadable.
I hope you have a nice day.

Yours sincerely,
        Bella Swan.

If I had enough time, I would rewrite all of that when I had some time to think, but it was only about five minutes until the bell.

“Time to pack up, please place your letters in a labelled envelope and put it on my desk” Mrs. Anderson announced.

I breathed deeply, folded my letter and slid it carefully into the envelope. I sealed it and wrote ‘Edward Cullen’ on the front. I wish I could write as neat as him.

I put my envelope on Mrs. Anderson’s desk, and walked out of the classroom. Erin and Gemma were already waiting outside of the door.
“How’d ya go?” Gemma asked.
“Umm okay, I guess” I replied, looking towards the ground.
“They give us way too long, I finished like twenty minutes early and I just had to sit there” Erin said, laid back by the whole situation.
“Yeah, well I kinda suck at writing so I used all the time I had” I said, a little annoyed after my horrible letter writing.
“Chin up, Bella” Gemma laughed.
“Yeah I know” I laughed back.
We walked to our lockers and left for lunch.

We sat in our usual spot, a lunch table, outside, partly shaded by a large tree.
“Erin where’s your lunch?” Gemma questioned.
“I had an apple and a chocolate bar at recess, and I’m not really hungry!” Erin replied, she seemed a bit down.
“Oh, okay it’s just if you were trying one of those crazy diets again, I would have to give you my ‘you don’t need it’ lecture” Gemma said sternly.

It was true Erin must have tried over ten different diets in the four years I’d known her. It’s not like she needed it, Erin was properly the average weight for a girl her height. She had blue eyes and light brown straight hair, she was quite pretty, but she often doubted herself. Gemma on the other hand was quite a bit taller than me, with brown eyes and very dark wavy hair and quite a bubbly personality.

“You don’t want that again Erin” I laughed.
“Nah, no diets, I actually don’t feel very good” Erin shivered.
“Yeah, you don’t look to well, do you think we should take you to the sick-bay?” Gemma asked, very concerned.
“Yeah, maybe” Erin coughed.
“Come on, let’s help her up” Gemma looked at me.
We grabbed an arm each and tried to get her up, she moaned, and she looked quite pale, which was fairly unusual for Erin.
“Oh god, Erin you look horrible!” Gemma looked even more concerned.
“Put all your weight onto us” I said slowly.
We put our arms around her for support, and she leant on us evenly.
“Okay, we’re slowly walking to the sick-bay” Gemma informed Erin.
We were walking towards the sick-bay, slowly, incredibly, incredibly slowly.
Erin was groaning.

“Oh my god! What happened to Erin?” it was Cara and Sarah, eyes wide.
“She just said she felt sick, and now she’s like this” Gemma tried to explain.
“Um, sit her down we’ll go get a teacher!” Sarah said, a little panicked.
We all looked at Erin, she needed to sit down.
“Deal!” I said, lowering Erin.
“Erin, how do you feel?” Gemma asked clearly.
“Ohh, not so that good” She moaned.
“Do you feel hot, cold, headache, body ache, what?” I questioned.
“Everything” She put her head onto the table, which we’d sat her at.
I felt her forehead.
“Gemma, she’s burning up!” I exclaimed.
“Wait with her, she needs help now!” Gemma yelled getting up.
I would have said ‘but’, but I had no choice!
“Just try to hurry” I tried to say calmly.
“Bella?” Erin had her eyes closed.
“I’m here, Gemma, Sarah and Cara have gone to get help, someone will come soon, just breath slowly and you’ll be fine” I replied, being calm was accentual.

“No, I think I’m going to throw up!” She looked very faint, even fainter than before. Whoa this was more than I bargained for, well I’d like to think she’d do the same for me. I helped her up towards the garden, I held her hair, she vomited everywhere.
“Erin, Erin!” Sarah screamed. She was bolting towards us, Gemma and Cara not far behind, and the school nurse behind them.
I’m pretty sure I was the only reason she was still sitting up. Sarah reached us “Oh no, I’m a sympathy chucker! I’m sorry” Sarah walked behind Cara, a crowd was forming. “Nothing to see here” The nurse shooed them away.
“Erin, I’m Mrs. Waitly, now I need you to stand up for me, okay, nice and slow”
I helped her up. “Thanks, love” Mrs Waitly smiled.

The bell rang. “Well that was eventful!” Gemma exhaled.
“It sure was” I agreed, exhausted.