I'm sorry that this articolo is really short. I'll post another later tonight.
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“How are te feeling?” he asked in that musical voice.
“Fine” I lied.
“Hmm, doesn’t look fine. I think your leg is broken but I’m not positive. How did te injure it?”
“Well…I slipped out of a albero I was climbing” I muttered embarrassed to tell him I was a 16-year-old who still climbed trees. I chose to tell him the truth, though, rather than lie because I knew he would talk to my parents later…
“Well, let me take a look” he detto as he put on his medical gloves. He handled my leg with care trying out different points and asking me if it hurt o not. da the end of his examination, he informed me I fractured my leg.
“Your going to need a cast and it will be on for 6-8 weeks,” he told me “you’ll need crutches as well.” Then he put on my cast as I watched in awe. My parents were called in and I was dato the crutches.
“Thank te very much Dr. Cullen” I detto to him as my parents and I excited the office
“Please call me Carlisle. And your very welcome Esme” he replied smiling a blinding smile at me. He couldn’t be that much older than me. Maybe early 20’s. I wondered to myself if he was married o engaged. He probably is. A good-looking, glorious, breathtakingly beautiful man like that couldn’t be single. He was probably involved with a much prettier woman than I.
I hobbled my way to the car with help from my father. Getting in was tricky but we manages. As we drove home, my thoughts couldn’t stray from the wonderful doctor Carlisle who repaired me. In a way, he way my own personal hero and that thought gave me più pleasure than it should.
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“How are te feeling?” he asked in that musical voice.
“Fine” I lied.
“Hmm, doesn’t look fine. I think your leg is broken but I’m not positive. How did te injure it?”
“Well…I slipped out of a albero I was climbing” I muttered embarrassed to tell him I was a 16-year-old who still climbed trees. I chose to tell him the truth, though, rather than lie because I knew he would talk to my parents later…
“Well, let me take a look” he detto as he put on his medical gloves. He handled my leg with care trying out different points and asking me if it hurt o not. da the end of his examination, he informed me I fractured my leg.
“Your going to need a cast and it will be on for 6-8 weeks,” he told me “you’ll need crutches as well.” Then he put on my cast as I watched in awe. My parents were called in and I was dato the crutches.
“Thank te very much Dr. Cullen” I detto to him as my parents and I excited the office
“Please call me Carlisle. And your very welcome Esme” he replied smiling a blinding smile at me. He couldn’t be that much older than me. Maybe early 20’s. I wondered to myself if he was married o engaged. He probably is. A good-looking, glorious, breathtakingly beautiful man like that couldn’t be single. He was probably involved with a much prettier woman than I.
I hobbled my way to the car with help from my father. Getting in was tricky but we manages. As we drove home, my thoughts couldn’t stray from the wonderful doctor Carlisle who repaired me. In a way, he way my own personal hero and that thought gave me più pleasure than it should.
-Alice-
Edward and I were playing chess, hilariously fun, when I saw an image that did not involve chess pieces. I stiffened; then relaxed. So they liked Isle Renesmee. Good. It WAS my idea, after all.
And suddenly, I saw something that did not make me smile. I sighed and flicked my king over. It wasn't worth it.
* * *
Edward was the only one who would play chess with me anymore, mainly because it was fair.
I was a little depressed that there wasn't any wedding to be planned, and I didn't have any new project planned. Then, it hit me. RENESMEE'S CLOSET! Well, I'd already stocked her new house's (Esme had dato them their own house, she'd designed it and everything) mega-sized walk in closet and helped furnish the house, but I could always remodel her closet to look like a boutique!
I smiled in anticipation. I had to go call Esme!
Edward and I were playing chess, hilariously fun, when I saw an image that did not involve chess pieces. I stiffened; then relaxed. So they liked Isle Renesmee. Good. It WAS my idea, after all.
And suddenly, I saw something that did not make me smile. I sighed and flicked my king over. It wasn't worth it.
* * *
Edward was the only one who would play chess with me anymore, mainly because it was fair.
I was a little depressed that there wasn't any wedding to be planned, and I didn't have any new project planned. Then, it hit me. RENESMEE'S CLOSET! Well, I'd already stocked her new house's (Esme had dato them their own house, she'd designed it and everything) mega-sized walk in closet and helped furnish the house, but I could always remodel her closet to look like a boutique!
I smiled in anticipation. I had to go call Esme!