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I walked towards the rabbit, trying to ignore the stares of the Cullen’s on my back. It wasn’t easy. I could hear Ben start a conversation with them trying to attract their attention, but they answered his questions without so much as glancing at him.
“Where do I sit?” Ben asked opening the door for Alice. Jasper through him a dangerous glare and hopped in after her.
“In the front.” Emmet replied, his voice assertive, as he slipped in after Jasper. Ben opened the front door with a sigh.
This should be a fun ride…he thought wryly. I laughed, and then sighed. His was going to be as...

As soon as Mitchell left I crawled under the blankets on my bed. It created a dark cave around me which I craved now because, in the dark, no one could see my tears. Maybe I should have listened to Edward because now that Mitchell was gone I could see what he was talking about. When I thought about it, Mitchell did confuse me. I was even more confuddled and tongue-tied when he was there. It was just something about him that did that to me but I didn’t know what. Was it smile or his touch or his eyes? Maybe it was his eyes. They were an incredible blue colour and I could stare at them all...

I fell asleep on my dad's lap and i had the most horrible dream. I was in the meadow where my family plays baseball and there was a boy about 15 sitting by a tree with silver apples on it. But in the real meadow there wasn't any trees with apples. If that wasn't enough roses were growing from the ground.
I walked towards the boy and he smiled at me and i felt like i knew him when i was younger. Wait i did know him it was Trenton!My childhood friend when i went to live at the island my parents had there honeymoon!
I took another step forward. "RENESMEE!" Jacob shouted, "Don't come any closer...

This is told from Mitchell’s point of view. I realised as I was writing that none of you would know exactly who Mitchell is just from Kayla’s point of view. So I’ve decided to write in Mitchell’s point of view. I may write in Mitchell’s perspective again.


It didn’t take a lot of effort to mesmerize Michaela Swan. Not that she isn’t clever, she is. Anyone can see it by looking in her eyes. It was just I was so accomplished at it that it came so easily. I could mesmerize anyone by just one smile, one look into their eyes, one touch. It had taken me decades to learn it but it wasn’t...