Maria, tired of tripping over the same entanglement of brambles every single time she walked through the front gate, reached down and forcefully ripped the twisted plant from the soil. It came loose reluctantly and left Maria with numerous cuts and scratches on her palm. She wasn’t worried- she was used to that kind of thing.
Brushing her hands, Maria made her way up the path and opened the peeling front door.
“Grandma?” she called. There was no answer. It was likely that her grandmother was working in the garden. Maria wondered if it was something all old people did. Her grandmother, certainly, spent her days among the hyacinths and Lucida, pruning and planting until she complained that her back was aching too dreadfully to continue. Maria had grown up with wildlife and had become accustomed to various types of soil being dragged through the house, but she didn’t plan to take it up as a career.
Tossing her bag into her room as she past it, Maria sought her grandmother in the garden, and sure enough, spotted her bending over a cane sporting a tall, twisting plant covered in numerous dainty yellow flowers. A honeysuckle.
Maria’s grandmother turned as Maria approached from behind.
“Oh, hello, dear, you’re a bit late today,” she commented, brushing soil off her hands. “Must have been because of the rain, was it? I’m glad it’s eased off now.” She nodded and suddenly pointed towards the honeysuckle. “Do you like it, dear? That young man, Seamus, from next door gave it to me this morning. He’s such a nice young lad. I know it’s your favourite…”
Maria wasn’t really listening. Conversations with her grandmother often went this way. She could prattle for England.
“…so I bought the soil cheap and he gave me sixpence change, which I’m sure was wrong, but there you go.” She paused momentarily and Maria sought an opportunity.
“That’s great, Grandma, really great. Listen, I’m going to my room. If you need me, just holler, okay?”
“Ah, homework, dear? Yes, yes, you go. In fact, I remember once when I had to write a long essay about the Spanish Amada, I…” Maria left quickly, her grandmother continuing to talk to herself as she weeded the soil.
Maria often craved the sanctuary of her own room, away from the flat, non-existence she felt she lived. She found it a haven for her imagination- she dreamed constantly, wishing to plunge into the stories she created, always half-believing them to be true. She read books a lot, too, devouring one after the other in an attempt to break the boredom and tediousness of everyday life.
Maria stood dithering in the centre of her room, sifting through the possibilities of her afternoon. She realised that she had an essay to complete, but decided against her better judgement that she would do it tomorrow. Finally coming to a decision, Maria lifted a familiar, well-read paperback from her bookshelf and carried it to the window, peering out at the fields. It was quiet and peaceful out there, revealing no secrets, so Maria opened a random page in the book and began to read.
It wasn’t long before some sixth sense made Maria glance up from the page. It was raining again, but being absorbed in the fantasy worlds of her literature, Maria hadn’t noticed. On her first glance, nothing seemed to be different- just trees and endless fields, muffled by the rainy mist. However, when Maria shrugged and looked down, something made her do a double-take.
There was someone out there.
Tall and broad, a man stood silently in the pouring rain, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, just casually standing as if the freezing rain had no affect on his pale skin. He suddenly turned, so fast that it seemed impossible, and then he was staring at Maria, his eyes bright with what looked like hunger.
Wild, ferocious, scarlet eyes.
Maria shrieked and dropped the book in fright. She leapt back from the window and slammed the curtains closed, trying to calm her breathing. Once she had herself under control, and with the man safely out of sight, Maria began to think.
No-one could have that colour eyes, it wasn’t humanly possible. And how could he be standing like that in the freezing rain with so little coverage? It was an absurd mystery and Maria was intrigued. Fascinated. And yet also terrified. She couldn’t help dwell on his face, the contours of his skin. It was like trying to remember a face or a name and match it with someone you knew. It was déjà vu, when you had no idea what it was you remembered. Frustrating.
By the time Maria’s grandmother had called her for her tea, Maria couldn’t even be sure if he had been real, or a figment of her wild imagination.
Maria ate her tea in a thoughtful silence that evening, listening to her grandmother chatter on about spring beans and rhubarbs. However much she complained about her, Maria had to admit that her grandmother’s cooking was amazing, and as everything was home-grown, it tasted that much better. Maria couldn’t remember having ever eaten supermarket ready-meals in her home. It was--
Maria suddenly looked up. Something her grandmother had said had caught her drifting attention and dragged it down to earth mercilessly.
“What did you say?” demanded Maria. Her grandmother looked slightly taken aback.
“That I saw a young man with the most extraordinarily pale skin walking past the garden this morning, dear.” She stabbed a potato with a fork. “Wearing very large sunglasses. Silly things.”
Maria was frozen, her heart in her throat. So she hadn’t imagined him. It definitely wasn’t her mind running amok with her as it usually did. Her grandmother had seen him too. And sunglasses? A disguise, maybe, to cover the blood-like irises? It was very curious.
Maria washed up quickly after dinner, wished her grandmother a good-night and set about preparing for bed. Her school-work was unfinished, but she wasn’t interested in that. She had something she wanted to find before turning in. Something that might help to confirm her thoughts, and possibly… possibly realise her fears.
Brushing her hands, Maria made her way up the path and opened the peeling front door.
“Grandma?” she called. There was no answer. It was likely that her grandmother was working in the garden. Maria wondered if it was something all old people did. Her grandmother, certainly, spent her days among the hyacinths and Lucida, pruning and planting until she complained that her back was aching too dreadfully to continue. Maria had grown up with wildlife and had become accustomed to various types of soil being dragged through the house, but she didn’t plan to take it up as a career.
Tossing her bag into her room as she past it, Maria sought her grandmother in the garden, and sure enough, spotted her bending over a cane sporting a tall, twisting plant covered in numerous dainty yellow flowers. A honeysuckle.
Maria’s grandmother turned as Maria approached from behind.
“Oh, hello, dear, you’re a bit late today,” she commented, brushing soil off her hands. “Must have been because of the rain, was it? I’m glad it’s eased off now.” She nodded and suddenly pointed towards the honeysuckle. “Do you like it, dear? That young man, Seamus, from next door gave it to me this morning. He’s such a nice young lad. I know it’s your favourite…”
Maria wasn’t really listening. Conversations with her grandmother often went this way. She could prattle for England.
“…so I bought the soil cheap and he gave me sixpence change, which I’m sure was wrong, but there you go.” She paused momentarily and Maria sought an opportunity.
“That’s great, Grandma, really great. Listen, I’m going to my room. If you need me, just holler, okay?”
“Ah, homework, dear? Yes, yes, you go. In fact, I remember once when I had to write a long essay about the Spanish Amada, I…” Maria left quickly, her grandmother continuing to talk to herself as she weeded the soil.
Maria often craved the sanctuary of her own room, away from the flat, non-existence she felt she lived. She found it a haven for her imagination- she dreamed constantly, wishing to plunge into the stories she created, always half-believing them to be true. She read books a lot, too, devouring one after the other in an attempt to break the boredom and tediousness of everyday life.
Maria stood dithering in the centre of her room, sifting through the possibilities of her afternoon. She realised that she had an essay to complete, but decided against her better judgement that she would do it tomorrow. Finally coming to a decision, Maria lifted a familiar, well-read paperback from her bookshelf and carried it to the window, peering out at the fields. It was quiet and peaceful out there, revealing no secrets, so Maria opened a random page in the book and began to read.
It wasn’t long before some sixth sense made Maria glance up from the page. It was raining again, but being absorbed in the fantasy worlds of her literature, Maria hadn’t noticed. On her first glance, nothing seemed to be different- just trees and endless fields, muffled by the rainy mist. However, when Maria shrugged and looked down, something made her do a double-take.
There was someone out there.
Tall and broad, a man stood silently in the pouring rain, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, just casually standing as if the freezing rain had no affect on his pale skin. He suddenly turned, so fast that it seemed impossible, and then he was staring at Maria, his eyes bright with what looked like hunger.
Wild, ferocious, scarlet eyes.
Maria shrieked and dropped the book in fright. She leapt back from the window and slammed the curtains closed, trying to calm her breathing. Once she had herself under control, and with the man safely out of sight, Maria began to think.
No-one could have that colour eyes, it wasn’t humanly possible. And how could he be standing like that in the freezing rain with so little coverage? It was an absurd mystery and Maria was intrigued. Fascinated. And yet also terrified. She couldn’t help dwell on his face, the contours of his skin. It was like trying to remember a face or a name and match it with someone you knew. It was déjà vu, when you had no idea what it was you remembered. Frustrating.
By the time Maria’s grandmother had called her for her tea, Maria couldn’t even be sure if he had been real, or a figment of her wild imagination.
Maria ate her tea in a thoughtful silence that evening, listening to her grandmother chatter on about spring beans and rhubarbs. However much she complained about her, Maria had to admit that her grandmother’s cooking was amazing, and as everything was home-grown, it tasted that much better. Maria couldn’t remember having ever eaten supermarket ready-meals in her home. It was--
Maria suddenly looked up. Something her grandmother had said had caught her drifting attention and dragged it down to earth mercilessly.
“What did you say?” demanded Maria. Her grandmother looked slightly taken aback.
“That I saw a young man with the most extraordinarily pale skin walking past the garden this morning, dear.” She stabbed a potato with a fork. “Wearing very large sunglasses. Silly things.”
Maria was frozen, her heart in her throat. So she hadn’t imagined him. It definitely wasn’t her mind running amok with her as it usually did. Her grandmother had seen him too. And sunglasses? A disguise, maybe, to cover the blood-like irises? It was very curious.
Maria washed up quickly after dinner, wished her grandmother a good-night and set about preparing for bed. Her school-work was unfinished, but she wasn’t interested in that. She had something she wanted to find before turning in. Something that might help to confirm her thoughts, and possibly… possibly realise her fears.
This story take place after Nessie is born. Zoey has been in the family since The begining of twilight. Although I don't cover anything from the books. Whatever happen to Bella it happen to Zoey accept getting pregant with a half vampire half human baby. Zoey is in love with Jacob Black but Jake is in love with Nessie. Alice and Jasper are practically her parents. She fill like the outsider because she is not a vampire, warewolf or like Nessie. The Volturi have dicided that she can be a human, until a day after she turns 17. She has her GED so she doesn't have to go to school.
This was short for a reason. CLIFFHANGER!!! hehehehehe......
Bella's Pov
I never thought I would lose my family like that. I never would
have thought I put them in so much danger. Especially
my poor Renesmee!!! (sobs)
"WHY!!!!!!!!?????????" I shouted as loud as I could.
Then I started to think, what if I never see them again?
Do I have to marry Jasper to get my family out?
ARE THEY OKAY?!
Then I snapped myself out of that subject.
There are three possible ways of getting my family back to safety.
1: Marry Jasper
2: Get the spell out of Jasper
3: Find a way to find my family then snap my family out of the spell,
then get Jasper out of it and then, fight him if we have to.
I now know what to do.
Then, I went back to the dark black castle to fight Jasper and whoever
the man is...
Bella's Pov
I never thought I would lose my family like that. I never would
have thought I put them in so much danger. Especially
my poor Renesmee!!! (sobs)
"WHY!!!!!!!!?????????" I shouted as loud as I could.
Then I started to think, what if I never see them again?
Do I have to marry Jasper to get my family out?
ARE THEY OKAY?!
Then I snapped myself out of that subject.
There are three possible ways of getting my family back to safety.
1: Marry Jasper
2: Get the spell out of Jasper
3: Find a way to find my family then snap my family out of the spell,
then get Jasper out of it and then, fight him if we have to.
I now know what to do.
Then, I went back to the dark black castle to fight Jasper and whoever
the man is...
Its short sorry. its supposed to be a cliff hanger. the next one is a lot longer.
I promise.
Bella's Pov.
We all looked at each other. That scream was SO familiar. Where's Alice?
Alice?
"Alice? Alice where are you?!" I shouted.
Then there was another yell coming from the middle door.
Then we realized. Alice went ahead of us and went towards the middle
section. We all ran as fast as we could. Edward smashed the door
and there they were. Alice, The mysterious man, and Jasper, with
mysterious purple eyes.
"Surprised to see me?" the man and Jasper said at once.
I promise.
Bella's Pov.
We all looked at each other. That scream was SO familiar. Where's Alice?
Alice?
"Alice? Alice where are you?!" I shouted.
Then there was another yell coming from the middle door.
Then we realized. Alice went ahead of us and went towards the middle
section. We all ran as fast as we could. Edward smashed the door
and there they were. Alice, The mysterious man, and Jasper, with
mysterious purple eyes.
"Surprised to see me?" the man and Jasper said at once.
Now they don't say where they went they don't really exclain why they went AND people say reading can't hurt you! I got a huge head ach and i am a little dizzy. LIVING PROOF! I now know how brittanie spears felt when she didn't know what to do.I can't really think about anything more for this- see ya tomoorow! You think i ended it bad ? well least it isn't like sapranos where they stop in the midlle of a sent- .....
HOPE YOU ENJOY MY NEW ARTICLE SERIES!
(ps. don't worry i am nothing like the sapranos! and my next article will be longer!)