(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 dîner when toi 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 poisson on a stick. Why don't toi 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, toi 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. toi know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit par a car, bucked par 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 feu 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 ou 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 par a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What ours 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 plus like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. ou my house, ou french food. All they here is poisson and fast food. If my poisson is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. toi can come down and eat now, ou skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of nourriture 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 dîner when toi 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 poisson on a stick. Why don't toi 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, toi 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. toi know he like couldn't die. He was invincible. He got hit par a car, bucked par 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 feu 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 ou 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 par a bear." Gosh, I am really happy now. And the worst is that she sounds happier than ever.
"A bear?" What ours 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 plus like an order.
"I'm not really hungry." It sucks not having my own chef anymore. ou my house, ou french food. All they here is poisson and fast food. If my poisson is not Brandade de Morue, then it will not be in my mouth.
"That doesn't matter. toi can come down and eat now, ou skip dinner." She thinks it is going to kill me, but French women don't really eat a lot of nourriture 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.
He ran towards me in a human speed.When he got to me he raped is arms around me.He lifted me for the ground.He me kissed and I kissed him back. everyone around us gasped with excitement.
"Its been so long."He a dit with a kiss.
"Happy birthday.Sorry I didn't get toi anything"I said.
"Thank you.If have just got everything I have always wanted."He said.I just smiled at him.He put his mouth never my ear.
"Meet me in the musique room in 5 minutes.Please."He whispered in my ear.I nodded.
He walked away from me to go to the musique room.I shot all of the nourriture in the bin then made my way to the musique room. When I finally found the musique room.He was sat on the piano stool.
"I rote this for you.Its called Bella's lullaby."He a dit then started to play.
"Its beautiful"I said.If I could cry I would of been.
"I l’amour you" He a dit and kissed me
"I l’amour toi too"I a dit and kissed him back.
"Its been so long."He a dit with a kiss.
"Happy birthday.Sorry I didn't get toi anything"I said.
"Thank you.If have just got everything I have always wanted."He said.I just smiled at him.He put his mouth never my ear.
"Meet me in the musique room in 5 minutes.Please."He whispered in my ear.I nodded.
He walked away from me to go to the musique room.I shot all of the nourriture in the bin then made my way to the musique room. When I finally found the musique room.He was sat on the piano stool.
"I rote this for you.Its called Bella's lullaby."He a dit then started to play.
"Its beautiful"I said.If I could cry I would of been.
"I l’amour you" He a dit and kissed me
"I l’amour toi too"I a dit and kissed him back.
Stewart had some apprehensions about shooting that scene. She didn't want the scenario of two teens, one being a vampire who happens to be many years older than his facade of 17, deciding to marry one another to look silly ou unbelievable.
"Well, to decide you're gonna marry someone at 18 is a pretty hefty decision," she told MTV News from the red carpet of the premiere of her new movie, "The Yellow Handkerchief." "And I didn't want to look stupid. I didn't want it to look like kids getting married. toi know what I mean?"
Stewart a dit she had to find an emotional l’espace that allowed her to make a teenage engagement seem plausible. "I wanted to be, like, 'Oh! Wow! I would say yes too!' toi know what I mean? So I don't know how toi do that. toi try to do it for real, and it felt good. I hope it turned out alright."
"Well, to decide you're gonna marry someone at 18 is a pretty hefty decision," she told MTV News from the red carpet of the premiere of her new movie, "The Yellow Handkerchief." "And I didn't want to look stupid. I didn't want it to look like kids getting married. toi know what I mean?"
Stewart a dit she had to find an emotional l’espace that allowed her to make a teenage engagement seem plausible. "I wanted to be, like, 'Oh! Wow! I would say yes too!' toi know what I mean? So I don't know how toi do that. toi try to do it for real, and it felt good. I hope it turned out alright."