[Bella's POV]
"Bella!" I spun around automatically at the sound of my name. I recognized the speaker in an instant-Angela Weber. "Bella." She dicho again, but in recognition this time. "Bella, I know what tu are." She was glaring at me, her voice barely más than a whisper, though she stood a good few feet from me. she knew i could hear."I know what tu are. what they are. tu put me in such danger." I knew what she meant: when she had sat beside Alice and Edward everyday at lunch in the cafeteria when we had gone to Forks' High School together. She continued to glare at me, then finally spoke again."Well, what have tu got to say for yourself?"
I sighed."What am I? tu know what I am? What am I?" I growled at her, mostrando her my razor sharp teeth. Watching the fear in her eyes as the sun glinted off them. Luckily, there was no-one else in the petrol station where we stood. Lucky for me. Not her. The fact there was no people gave me the option to kill her. I didn't want to do that. But she knew too much...
She gulped, the fear maring her angry, not-scared front for a moment. "Vampire." she spat out, glaring again, but starting to back away.
"Well, nobody's going to beleive that, anyway, are they?" I mocked her, then turned away, and climbed quickly into my new car that Edward had bought for me, for after I was a vampire,-i think it's a Ferrari- and sped away.
por the time I pulled up into the garage, I was hyper-ventilating, and shaking form the sobs that racked through me. It hurt very much, but i had come an obvious conclusion. I hated to accept it, but we had to leave. as soon as possible.
"Bella!" I spun around automatically at the sound of my name. I recognized the speaker in an instant-Angela Weber. "Bella." She dicho again, but in recognition this time. "Bella, I know what tu are." She was glaring at me, her voice barely más than a whisper, though she stood a good few feet from me. she knew i could hear."I know what tu are. what they are. tu put me in such danger." I knew what she meant: when she had sat beside Alice and Edward everyday at lunch in the cafeteria when we had gone to Forks' High School together. She continued to glare at me, then finally spoke again."Well, what have tu got to say for yourself?"
I sighed."What am I? tu know what I am? What am I?" I growled at her, mostrando her my razor sharp teeth. Watching the fear in her eyes as the sun glinted off them. Luckily, there was no-one else in the petrol station where we stood. Lucky for me. Not her. The fact there was no people gave me the option to kill her. I didn't want to do that. But she knew too much...
She gulped, the fear maring her angry, not-scared front for a moment. "Vampire." she spat out, glaring again, but starting to back away.
"Well, nobody's going to beleive that, anyway, are they?" I mocked her, then turned away, and climbed quickly into my new car that Edward had bought for me, for after I was a vampire,-i think it's a Ferrari- and sped away.
por the time I pulled up into the garage, I was hyper-ventilating, and shaking form the sobs that racked through me. It hurt very much, but i had come an obvious conclusion. I hated to accept it, but we had to leave. as soon as possible.
Either Way You Leave!
Alice's gown
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There are people that cruzar, cruz our lives
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, o acts to improve the lot of others, o strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written por some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, o acts to improve the lot of others, o strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written por some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
