First Writings
“Okay, everyone’s chosen a pen pal, te have the successivo two session’s to write about yourself, and with any luck you’ll have a reply da Friday” Mrs. Anderson announced.
Immediately, everyone started writing, quickly. I took another deep breath, and began.
Dear Edward Cullen, Hmm Edward, that’s a weird old fashioned name, but I guess, these days if te can call a child Apple, than Edward is plain, normal.
My name is Bella Swan.
I'm 17 years old and my birthday is September 13. I live in Phoenix, with my mother Renee and her boyfriend Phil. He doesn’t need to know descriptions about them.
I Amore the sun here, although I don't really think it likes me, I have a very pale completion. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Ugh, I’ve never been good about taking about myself. Now, what else can I put? I know I’ll ask domande about him.
My favourite colour is brown, what’s yours?
I am an only child. My parents divorced when I was very young, I’ve always wanted a brother o sister, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Do te have any brothers o sisters? If so how old are they and what are their names. Stick to the basics, this isn’t enough, hmm.
As te can see I’m not very good at writing, especially about myself. I would Amore to hear about you. Please write soon.
Yours Sincerely,
Bella Swan
Oh well what else could I put? Plus the bell’s about to go, I did a lot of thinking and not much writing. Part of me hopes I never get a reply, so I never have to write again.
“Ding, ding, ding” “Bella, te coming?” it was Gemma, calling me to come to lunch.
“Oh, yeah, coming” I replied placing my letter on the teacher’s desk, and walking to my locker.
