TWI

Grandpa Carlilse came over to the house with all his equipment, then my Uncles and Aunts came. " Honey are tu ok?" Aunt Rosalie asked and she started to touch my face.
I didn't say anything i was cradled like a baby in my father's arms. I couldn't speak i only coughed and sneezed a few times. " She is just stunned. Remember her old friend on the island well she had a dream that he bit here and killed Jacob." Dad dicho swiftly. Tears started to trickle down my face and when he dicho Jacob it rang a campana in my head. " Dad i need to see Jacob. Please let me go i need to see if he's ok!" I struggled...

Edward’s POV. I wrote this because bitten_byedward asked me to and also because I think tu guys want to know what Edward was thinking when he left. It’s basically just a rambling of what Edward’s thinking. Incoherent thought and nonsensical rambling. Nothing amazing.



I gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand and with the other I pinched the bridge of my nose. How could she take his side? A guy she’s barely met twice and she’s choosing him over me! I wanted to go back there and rip his throat out but I contained my anger. I would only upset Kayla if I killed Mitchell. But...

No one is staring at you, I promised myself. No one is staring at you. No one is
staring at you.
But, because I couldn’t lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.
As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked
to the right—in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my
direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she
didn’t drop her gaze o look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at
people, wasn’t it? Didn’t that apply to me anymore?
Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that...