(I just wanted to clarify that Laylia is 16.)
In my current state of mind, if someone offered to kill me, I wouldn't care too much. Sometimes death can be such an easy way to get out of something. Then again living is not that bad either, unless there is a big issue. And trust me, I have a big issue. Maybe that's my solution, my only chance of ever getting out of here. But I'm being crazy. Of course I don't want to die. Unless it was painless and got me out so fast I never even noticed.
"Laylia?" My grandpa's call interrupts my thoughts. It's probably for the better anyways.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. Why give effort when it's not worth it?
"How was your first day?" He steps into the room, with a pipe, no surprise.
"Great." I mutter sarcastically, "I've never seen so many white washed walls. Did the school used to be a prison?" I should probably stop now before he goes all burzurk on me.
"Smart mouthing never got anything solved."
"Good thing I'm not." Just what I needed was a big heaping pile of wisdom. Whats for desert?
"Just come down for cena when te want it." he says as he pats my thigh. I really don't feel like someone making me jiggle right now. Feeling self conscious is exactly what i don't need. He might as well just say, 'ooh fat! let me poke it!'.
Boredom creases in my forehead. I could eat, but I kinda Lost my appetite at lunch when they tried to feed me pesce on a stick. Why don't te just give me a friken piece of trash, it would be better for me than that crap. Wow, teen slang has really taken a hold on me.
"What to do, what to do." I murmur.I could close my eyes and pretend that I am floating in a lake. And then, ba bang, I'm dead, just like my parents.Way to go, te taught me some great crap, guidance counselor.
My complaints are kind of nauseating me, so i look around for some really happy stuff. My fuzzy slippers would be nice. They're cozy, warm and, dang a spider. Nice going eight legs. I kinda wanted to use those.
I feel pretty lonely, maybe that's my problem. I wonder what happened to their dog, Jake. te know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit da a car, bucked da a horse,and even walked to Seattle. But the best was when we were here for the Fourth of July. He picked up a light fuoco cracker, and it exploded in his mouth. After that he was never really the same. Though his constant squeaking was funny. He like Lost his bark box o something in the explosion.
"Hey Grandma Esther." I shout as loud as I can.
"What Laylia?" She sounds annoyed, kinda like me.
"Where is Jake?"
"He got eaten da a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What orso wants to eat a retarded dog? So basically my only friend here was eaten. Fantastic.
"You need to come down for dinner." her suggestion is più like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. o my house, o french food. All they here is pesce and fast food. If my pesce is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. te can come down and eat now, o skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of Cibo at one time. Hey, that's why were not fat. Nothing to complain about there.
"Well sucks for me." My reply will bother her But I don't care.
I again return to my boredom.
In my current state of mind, if someone offered to kill me, I wouldn't care too much. Sometimes death can be such an easy way to get out of something. Then again living is not that bad either, unless there is a big issue. And trust me, I have a big issue. Maybe that's my solution, my only chance of ever getting out of here. But I'm being crazy. Of course I don't want to die. Unless it was painless and got me out so fast I never even noticed.
"Laylia?" My grandpa's call interrupts my thoughts. It's probably for the better anyways.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. Why give effort when it's not worth it?
"How was your first day?" He steps into the room, with a pipe, no surprise.
"Great." I mutter sarcastically, "I've never seen so many white washed walls. Did the school used to be a prison?" I should probably stop now before he goes all burzurk on me.
"Smart mouthing never got anything solved."
"Good thing I'm not." Just what I needed was a big heaping pile of wisdom. Whats for desert?
"Just come down for cena when te want it." he says as he pats my thigh. I really don't feel like someone making me jiggle right now. Feeling self conscious is exactly what i don't need. He might as well just say, 'ooh fat! let me poke it!'.
Boredom creases in my forehead. I could eat, but I kinda Lost my appetite at lunch when they tried to feed me pesce on a stick. Why don't te just give me a friken piece of trash, it would be better for me than that crap. Wow, teen slang has really taken a hold on me.
"What to do, what to do." I murmur.I could close my eyes and pretend that I am floating in a lake. And then, ba bang, I'm dead, just like my parents.Way to go, te taught me some great crap, guidance counselor.
My complaints are kind of nauseating me, so i look around for some really happy stuff. My fuzzy slippers would be nice. They're cozy, warm and, dang a spider. Nice going eight legs. I kinda wanted to use those.
I feel pretty lonely, maybe that's my problem. I wonder what happened to their dog, Jake. te know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit da a car, bucked da a horse,and even walked to Seattle. But the best was when we were here for the Fourth of July. He picked up a light fuoco cracker, and it exploded in his mouth. After that he was never really the same. Though his constant squeaking was funny. He like Lost his bark box o something in the explosion.
"Hey Grandma Esther." I shout as loud as I can.
"What Laylia?" She sounds annoyed, kinda like me.
"Where is Jake?"
"He got eaten da a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What orso wants to eat a retarded dog? So basically my only friend here was eaten. Fantastic.
"You need to come down for dinner." her suggestion is più like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. o my house, o french food. All they here is pesce and fast food. If my pesce is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. te can come down and eat now, o skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of Cibo at one time. Hey, that's why were not fat. Nothing to complain about there.
"Well sucks for me." My reply will bother her But I don't care.
I again return to my boredom.
I read the first book & i could'nt decide which team i was then i read the secondo book & i choose.......... Edward! Because Jacob promised Bella he wouldn't hurt her & he does! I think Jacob is a JERK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS HOTTER THAN JACOB!!!!!
JACOB IS UGLY LIKE THE REST OF THE QUILUTES!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!
EDWARD IS HOT LIKE THE GUY I LIKE!!!!!!
I=BELLA
HE=EDWARD
ON MY TWILIGHT CALENDER JACOB IS JANUARY &SAM IS AUGUST WHICH SUCKS!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS MARCH!!!!!!!!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS HOTTER THAN JACOB!!!!!
JACOB IS UGLY LIKE THE REST OF THE QUILUTES!!!
I LUV EDWARD!!
EDWARD IS HOT LIKE THE GUY I LIKE!!!!!!
I=BELLA
HE=EDWARD
ON MY TWILIGHT CALENDER JACOB IS JANUARY &SAM IS AUGUST WHICH SUCKS!!!!!!!
EDWARD IS MARCH!!!!!!!!!!
Well I created a fanfiction contest spot two months fa to acknowledge all of our fantastic writers here but unfortunatly that didn't turn out well... Now I'm going to restart that. Our first contest is done, and I was wondering about the secondo one; Last time only one person participated so this time we need more! If te are a fanfiction writers, inspired to be writer, likes Twilight, o anything! Participate in this! It is just a fun thing to do! I know kind of random but now we can bring all competition into one spot. Read Contest #1 on the club for più details on rules and prizes and everything. I'm not going to need judges right now though so please don't ask about it... o te can ask and just be on the waiting lista I'm about to create!
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I herd a knock at my window. "Edward, Charlie is asleep." he came in anyway. I was happy he did. I was all alone. "you should be in bed" he detto to me. "yeah and te should be hunting." I detto with a laugh "I've already been" he sighed. I saw the longing in his eyes to be human but I wanted so desperately to be a vampire. "Bella go to sleep I'll sing to you" his velvet voice filled my ears. and I then I was asleep I woke to the ice touching my arm. "Bella, Charlie is up I'll see te later My love" I woke to see him jump out off the window. "what te looking at Bells?" Charlie asked "nothing Dad, I have to get ready. Did mom call?" Rena had been on my case after the accident with James. "no she didn't, hurry up your late" I got up and walked to the bathroom I looked out the window Edward was there waiting on the tree...
I herd a knock at my window. "Edward, Charlie is asleep." he came in anyway. I was happy he did. I was all alone. "you should be in bed" he detto to me. "yeah and te should be hunting." I detto with a laugh "I've already been" he sighed. I saw the longing in his eyes to be human but I wanted so desperately to be a vampire. "Bella go to sleep I'll sing to you" his velvet voice filled my ears. and I then I was asleep I woke to the ice touching my arm. "Bella, Charlie is up I'll see te later My love" I woke to see him jump out off the window. "what te looking at Bells?" Charlie asked "nothing Dad, I have to get ready. Did mom call?" Rena had been on my case after the accident with James. "no she didn't, hurry up your late" I got up and walked to the bathroom I looked out the window Edward was there waiting on the tree...
Introduction
What if I told te I was a vampire and not the good kind, would te believe me? Of course not. te live in a world where Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. don’t exists. But for some reason, I exist. te must not let your Friends nor your family see this book, it holds all my life secrets. Once te turn this page, and unravel my darkest moments, there’s no turning back. Be warned this story isn’t for the faint hearted.
What I tell te is the truth, nothing but the truth, but I don’t expect te to believe me, no one ever did. We are brought up in a world where Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. aren’t supposed to be real, but te my friend will understand that they do exist.
Now before te turn this page and enter the most darkest world, I must ask te again to keep this book a secret, if te don’t, well, lets just say ‘you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.’
te may now enter. If te dare.
What if I told te I was a vampire and not the good kind, would te believe me? Of course not. te live in a world where Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. don’t exists. But for some reason, I exist. te must not let your Friends nor your family see this book, it holds all my life secrets. Once te turn this page, and unravel my darkest moments, there’s no turning back. Be warned this story isn’t for the faint hearted.
What I tell te is the truth, nothing but the truth, but I don’t expect te to believe me, no one ever did. We are brought up in a world where Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. aren’t supposed to be real, but te my friend will understand that they do exist.
Now before te turn this page and enter the most darkest world, I must ask te again to keep this book a secret, if te don’t, well, lets just say ‘you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.’
te may now enter. If te dare.