I skipped home, glad that it was the weekend. Stopping at the street corner, I rang the bell at the baby-sitter's house. The little old lady opened the door and smiled widely at me. "Oh hello dearie! Your sister is such a precious little thing! You know, she was asking for you all day," she gushed.
My face fell. I felt so guilty for leaving her alone in a day-care all day long. If I didn't have to go to school, I would spend my every waking moment with little Natalie. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Jackson. Where is she now?"
"Oh, she's inside, playing with little Ashton. They're the two most adorable babies I have ever seen!" She invited me inside and bustled over to the kitchen, no doubt preparing a little doggy bag full of cookies.
I stepped into the familiar living room, lace and ribbons covering almost every surface and I saw the top of Natalie’s head bobbing behind the couch. I smiled when I heard a quiet, high-pitched giggle and I joined her in her little game of hide-and-seek.
"Come out; come out, wherever you are!" I called quietly
Natalie jumped out from behind the couch and I tried my best to seem shocked.
"Oh my goodness, Natalie! You gave me such a fright!" I said, gasping with a hand placed over my heart. "Come here and give your sister a hug!"
She tinkled laugh and ran toward me, smacking a big wet kiss on my cheek.
"We gonna go to Mah-tin today?" she asked me. She loved Martin almost as much as I did and looked up to him with admiration only a two-year-old could manage. Martin and I pretended we were her parents most of the time and Natalie delighted in our game as we pampered her with kisses and sweets.
"Yes we are! And you can choose our movie again." I spoke into her soft brown curls.
I picked her up and slung her playfully over my shoulder as Mrs. Jackson waddled back out of the kitchen, carrying a brown paper bag.
"Thank you Mrs. Jackson. See you on Monday!" I told her as she handed me the paper bag.
"Yes, yes. See you on Monday Natalie! Give old Mrs. Jackson a kiss." Natalie obliged happily and smacked another wet one on Mrs. Jackson's face.
I returned home to the usual putrid smell of stale vomit that had permanently sunk into the fibres of the carpet and unpacked my bag before going upstairs to check on my father. He was lying in a mess of blankets on his bed, the shadow of stubble on his cheeks. He was asleep so I quietly closed the door behind me as I left the room.
Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed a tub of applesauce and a spoon for Natalie. I also put a few cookies on a plate along with a glass of milk. Balancing these on my arm, I carefully made my way to the kitchen table where Natalie was already sitting expectantly. She dug in and I started to do my homework. Better get it done now so that I don't have to worry about it during the weekend.
As I struggled through a series of maths problems, I felt a shuddering cramp in my abdomen. Oh great. Getting your period on a weekend was the worst form of luck I could think of right now. I sighed and winced my way to the bathroom, popping a painkiller into my mouth as I went.
The first time I had gotten my period; my mother was off doing one of her crazy stunts under the influence of her schizophrenia. I literally thought I was dying until I told Martin about it, who promptly turned bright red in the face and told me I'd better talk to his mother about that. Martin's mother was a lovely woman. She was short and plump with frizzy chocolate hair and big, dark eyes. My favourite part about her is that she spoke her mind all the time. You could never feel awkward around her because of this, and she always had something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Friday nights were the best nights of the whole week because I actually felt wanted. Apart from Natalie, I had no real family connections with anyone.
Finishing my history homework with a flourish of my pen, I got up heavily and Collected Natalie from where she had fallen asleep on the couch. She stirred and moaned in her sleep but she slept on in my arms. I smiled tenderly down at her smooth little face. "Natalie," I said quietly, "wakey-wakey. We're going to Martin's, remember?"
She smiled groggily back up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled on my long brown trench coat and wrapped it around us both to protect us from the chilly night air as I stepped onto the streets of Seattle.
My face fell. I felt so guilty for leaving her alone in a day-care all day long. If I didn't have to go to school, I would spend my every waking moment with little Natalie. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Jackson. Where is she now?"
"Oh, she's inside, playing with little Ashton. They're the two most adorable babies I have ever seen!" She invited me inside and bustled over to the kitchen, no doubt preparing a little doggy bag full of cookies.
I stepped into the familiar living room, lace and ribbons covering almost every surface and I saw the top of Natalie’s head bobbing behind the couch. I smiled when I heard a quiet, high-pitched giggle and I joined her in her little game of hide-and-seek.
"Come out; come out, wherever you are!" I called quietly
Natalie jumped out from behind the couch and I tried my best to seem shocked.
"Oh my goodness, Natalie! You gave me such a fright!" I said, gasping with a hand placed over my heart. "Come here and give your sister a hug!"
She tinkled laugh and ran toward me, smacking a big wet kiss on my cheek.
"We gonna go to Mah-tin today?" she asked me. She loved Martin almost as much as I did and looked up to him with admiration only a two-year-old could manage. Martin and I pretended we were her parents most of the time and Natalie delighted in our game as we pampered her with kisses and sweets.
"Yes we are! And you can choose our movie again." I spoke into her soft brown curls.
I picked her up and slung her playfully over my shoulder as Mrs. Jackson waddled back out of the kitchen, carrying a brown paper bag.
"Thank you Mrs. Jackson. See you on Monday!" I told her as she handed me the paper bag.
"Yes, yes. See you on Monday Natalie! Give old Mrs. Jackson a kiss." Natalie obliged happily and smacked another wet one on Mrs. Jackson's face.
I returned home to the usual putrid smell of stale vomit that had permanently sunk into the fibres of the carpet and unpacked my bag before going upstairs to check on my father. He was lying in a mess of blankets on his bed, the shadow of stubble on his cheeks. He was asleep so I quietly closed the door behind me as I left the room.
Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed a tub of applesauce and a spoon for Natalie. I also put a few cookies on a plate along with a glass of milk. Balancing these on my arm, I carefully made my way to the kitchen table where Natalie was already sitting expectantly. She dug in and I started to do my homework. Better get it done now so that I don't have to worry about it during the weekend.
As I struggled through a series of maths problems, I felt a shuddering cramp in my abdomen. Oh great. Getting your period on a weekend was the worst form of luck I could think of right now. I sighed and winced my way to the bathroom, popping a painkiller into my mouth as I went.
The first time I had gotten my period; my mother was off doing one of her crazy stunts under the influence of her schizophrenia. I literally thought I was dying until I told Martin about it, who promptly turned bright red in the face and told me I'd better talk to his mother about that. Martin's mother was a lovely woman. She was short and plump with frizzy chocolate hair and big, dark eyes. My favourite part about her is that she spoke her mind all the time. You could never feel awkward around her because of this, and she always had something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Friday nights were the best nights of the whole week because I actually felt wanted. Apart from Natalie, I had no real family connections with anyone.
Finishing my history homework with a flourish of my pen, I got up heavily and Collected Natalie from where she had fallen asleep on the couch. She stirred and moaned in her sleep but she slept on in my arms. I smiled tenderly down at her smooth little face. "Natalie," I said quietly, "wakey-wakey. We're going to Martin's, remember?"
She smiled groggily back up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled on my long brown trench coat and wrapped it around us both to protect us from the chilly night air as I stepped onto the streets of Seattle.
I read the first book & i could'nt decide which team i was then i read the second book & i choose.......... Edward! Because Jacob promised Bella he wouldn't hurt her & he does! I think Jacob is a JERK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS HOTTER THAN JACOB!!!!!
JACOB IS UGLY LIKE THE REST OF THE QUILUTES!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!
EDWARD IS HOT LIKE THE GUY I LIKE!!!!!!
I=BELLA
HE=EDWARD
ON MY TWILIGHT CALENDER JACOB IS JANUARY &SAM IS AUGUST WHICH SUCKS!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS MARCH!!!!!!!!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS HOTTER THAN JACOB!!!!!
JACOB IS UGLY LIKE THE REST OF THE QUILUTES!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!
EDWARD IS HOT LIKE THE GUY I LIKE!!!!!!
I=BELLA
HE=EDWARD
ON MY TWILIGHT CALENDER JACOB IS JANUARY &SAM IS AUGUST WHICH SUCKS!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS MARCH!!!!!!!!!!
Well I created a fanfiction contest spot two months ago to acknowledge all of our fantastic writers here but unfortunatly that didn't turn out well... Now I'm going to restart that. Our first contest is done, and I was wondering about the second one; Last time only one person participated so this time we need more! If you are a fanfiction writers, inspired to be writer, likes Twilight, or anything! Participate in this! It is just a fun thing to do! I know kind of random but now we can bring all competition into one spot. Read Contest #1 on the club for more details on rules and prizes and everything. I'm not going to need judges right now though so please don't ask about it... Or you can ask and just be on the waiting list I'm about to create!
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I herd a knock at my window. "Edward, Charlie is asleep." he came in anyway. I was happy he did. I was all alone. "you should be in bed" he said to me. "yeah and you should be hunting." I said with a laugh "I've already been" he sighed. I saw the longing in his eyes to be human but I wanted so desperately to be a vampire. "Bella go to sleep I'll sing to you" his velvet voice filled my ears. and I then I was asleep I woke to the ice touching my arm. "Bella, Charlie is up I'll see you later My love" I woke to see him jump out off the window. "what you looking at Bells?" Charlie asked "nothing Dad, I have to get ready. Did mom call?" Rena had been on my case after the accident with James. "no she didn't, hurry up your late" I got up and walked to the bathroom I looked out the window Edward was there waiting on the tree...
I herd a knock at my window. "Edward, Charlie is asleep." he came in anyway. I was happy he did. I was all alone. "you should be in bed" he said to me. "yeah and you should be hunting." I said with a laugh "I've already been" he sighed. I saw the longing in his eyes to be human but I wanted so desperately to be a vampire. "Bella go to sleep I'll sing to you" his velvet voice filled my ears. and I then I was asleep I woke to the ice touching my arm. "Bella, Charlie is up I'll see you later My love" I woke to see him jump out off the window. "what you looking at Bells?" Charlie asked "nothing Dad, I have to get ready. Did mom call?" Rena had been on my case after the accident with James. "no she didn't, hurry up your late" I got up and walked to the bathroom I looked out the window Edward was there waiting on the tree...
Introduction
What if I told you I was a vampire and not the good kind, would you believe me? Of course not. You live in a world where vampires don’t exists. But for some reason, I exist. You must not let your friends nor your family see this book, it holds all my life secrets. Once you turn this page, and unravel my darkest moments, there’s no turning back. Be warned this story isn’t for the faint hearted.
What I tell you is the truth, nothing but the truth, but I don’t expect you to believe me, no one ever did. We are brought up in a world where vampires aren’t supposed to be real, but you my friend will understand that they do exist.
Now before you turn this page and enter the most darkest world, I must ask you again to keep this book a secret, if you don’t, well, lets just say ‘you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.’
You may now enter. If you dare.
What if I told you I was a vampire and not the good kind, would you believe me? Of course not. You live in a world where vampires don’t exists. But for some reason, I exist. You must not let your friends nor your family see this book, it holds all my life secrets. Once you turn this page, and unravel my darkest moments, there’s no turning back. Be warned this story isn’t for the faint hearted.
What I tell you is the truth, nothing but the truth, but I don’t expect you to believe me, no one ever did. We are brought up in a world where vampires aren’t supposed to be real, but you my friend will understand that they do exist.
Now before you turn this page and enter the most darkest world, I must ask you again to keep this book a secret, if you don’t, well, lets just say ‘you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.’
You may now enter. If you dare.