Ok. So i am only 13 so i know it's not that good :D
‘Harley?’
‘Yes’, I wanted to say. I couldn’t. I didn’t think I could. I didn’t know where I was or even who I was. The burning had stopped a couple of hours ago but I was still in shock. The whole time I had been willing for death, wanting it to end. I screamed and screamed but death didn’t take me. It was torture. How could someone put me through that? What had I ever done? I always did well at school and had superb marks, I helped out the next-door neighbours and I even had a part time job at the old folks home. But when the burning stopped, I could hear everything! I could hear the bird’s lullaby, I could hear cars from miles away, I heard the clicking of the grasshoppers and ants. Everything except my heart. Yet I was still breathing. But I still listened to everything that was going on, still not opening my eyes. I heard everyday convocations around me but their beautiful voices were melodic. Like angels. I imagined white robed angels sitting on light, fluffy clouds and crystal blue skies all around me. Heaven? I was pretty sure it was until I saw for myself.
Later that evening I decided to peep under my eyelashes to see where I was. I wasn’t on a cloud. I was inside on a bed, a grand 4 poster bed, with a cream bed spread and plush pillows. The walls were all neutral colours which complimented the feel of the room nicely. Everything was in its place and almost all of it looked brand new. Yet it was all so sharp and clear, I had to blink a few times to see if I was dreaming. It was like I had been in a plastic box for the past 18 years of my life and it had just been smashed to revile a whole new, clear world. I heard the T.V. downstairs click off and someone got up. My eyes darted to the door which had been opened and in the frame stood an absolutely stunning young woman. Her long blonde hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. A large pendent hung around her neck and it looked like a crest of some sort. But her skin was a brilliant white shade with no dent or imperfection in sight. Her full lips were talking but the words weren’t registering until I realised she was talking to me.
‘Harley, I’m so sorry to do this to you.’
‘Wha… What do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’
‘I’m sorry, everything will be explained soon. I’m Rosalie.’
‘Harley?’
‘Yes’, I wanted to say. I couldn’t. I didn’t think I could. I didn’t know where I was or even who I was. The burning had stopped a couple of hours ago but I was still in shock. The whole time I had been willing for death, wanting it to end. I screamed and screamed but death didn’t take me. It was torture. How could someone put me through that? What had I ever done? I always did well at school and had superb marks, I helped out the next-door neighbours and I even had a part time job at the old folks home. But when the burning stopped, I could hear everything! I could hear the bird’s lullaby, I could hear cars from miles away, I heard the clicking of the grasshoppers and ants. Everything except my heart. Yet I was still breathing. But I still listened to everything that was going on, still not opening my eyes. I heard everyday convocations around me but their beautiful voices were melodic. Like angels. I imagined white robed angels sitting on light, fluffy clouds and crystal blue skies all around me. Heaven? I was pretty sure it was until I saw for myself.
Later that evening I decided to peep under my eyelashes to see where I was. I wasn’t on a cloud. I was inside on a bed, a grand 4 poster bed, with a cream bed spread and plush pillows. The walls were all neutral colours which complimented the feel of the room nicely. Everything was in its place and almost all of it looked brand new. Yet it was all so sharp and clear, I had to blink a few times to see if I was dreaming. It was like I had been in a plastic box for the past 18 years of my life and it had just been smashed to revile a whole new, clear world. I heard the T.V. downstairs click off and someone got up. My eyes darted to the door which had been opened and in the frame stood an absolutely stunning young woman. Her long blonde hair flowed down to just past her shoulders. A large pendent hung around her neck and it looked like a crest of some sort. But her skin was a brilliant white shade with no dent or imperfection in sight. Her full lips were talking but the words weren’t registering until I realised she was talking to me.
‘Harley, I’m so sorry to do this to you.’
‘Wha… What do you mean? Where am I? Who are you?’
‘I’m sorry, everything will be explained soon. I’m Rosalie.’
this is true
When she first looked into her daughters dark chocolate eyes she felt love and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt love for this little one.
A kind of love she had never felt before:of love and protection. The kind of love a mother feels.A love so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt love and happiness forever.
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A kind of love she had never felt before:of love and protection. The kind of love a mother feels.A love so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt love and happiness forever.
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10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie said Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” by The Police. When she asks why the hell you did it, say that she reminds you of Roxanne.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie said Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” by The Police. When she asks why the hell you did it, say that she reminds you of Roxanne.
I drew this on the computer:D
