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"NATHAN!" I yelled. I went into my son's room to wake him up. He was the only to sleep during the night. It was really quiet when Eliza was with Lucas and Serena was with Johnson.

The story this time was this : Johnson was my brother. Serena and Nathan were siblings. Lucas was going to be my dad. Eliza was his girlfriend and Serena and Nathan's mother. Lucas was Eliza's 'shoulder-to-lean-on' when her husband died.

"Hey mom..." detto Nathan waking up and rubbing his eyes. He went and changed his clothes. They walked downstairs where Serena and Johnson were waiting. We all went hunting last week....
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I was shaken up. This is the first time I have been back in Forks since the incident, 93 years. The incident that changed my life.

"Bella are te sure te want to leave?" asked Charlie. He was looking like he would burst into tears. It has been a anno since Edward left me. I already graduated. I am 19. I think it was time to leave. I convinced Charlie not to send me home before. I hung out with Angela all this time.

"Yes. I Amore te Charlie but I must go." I kissed him once again and got on to my plane, on my way to Renee's. She set up my college, and I was going to a pretty good one.

I sat down...
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book #2 in the Twilight Saga: New Moon




*by Stephenie Meyer*



NEW MOON - preface


I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where te have to run, run till your lungs burst, but te can't make your body sposta fast enough. My legs seemed to sposta slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands on the huge clock tower didn't slow. With relentless, uncaring force, they turned inexorably toward the end - the end of everything.
But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life; I was racing to save something infinitely...
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