All credit belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This story is based on her book series the Twilight Saga.
The rest of the mois went basically the same, get up, get dressed, eat, go to school, and not see Edward. After a while I got used to not seeing Edward but I couldn’t forget that it was probably my fault he never returned. I was hoping he’d come back just so I could stop worrying and blaming myself. I’d even deal with the glaring. It was raining when I got up, a good thing for me. Today was going to be a great jour I hoped. When I got to school I was greeted par all my Friends as usual. But as we were talking I noticed Edward was there. I was suddenly worried what if he still hated me. I spent the rest of the morning thinking about that. par lunch I had decided I’d go to class as usual and try to pretend everything was normal. biology was going to be a long class today. I walked slowly toward biology dragging my feet. I was dreading that class. But I also realized has I thought about it that I wanted to see his face again, I just hoped he was in a good mood today. I got to class just before the cloche, bell rang so everyone was sitting in there seats already. I looked at Edward on my way to my siège deciding if he looked happy ou still angry like last time. He looked happy, that made me feel better. When I sat down he looked up. Hello, my name is Edward he a dit in a friendly tone, sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner I had a lot on my mind. I was stunned he actually talked to me. Before I could look stupid I replied Hi, I’m Isabella but everyone calls me Bella. The rest of the heure went par quickly, we talked and smiled and it wasn’t bad at all at least I didn’t think so.
I thought it would be a good idea for me to go to biology today and try to make her forget the first day. As she entered she looked kind of nervous, I wondered why. Was how I acted the first time the thing that caused her to be nervous. I wish I could read her mind and see. She of all people had to be the only one I couldn’t read the mind of. Her blood smelled better than everyone’s AND I couldn’t read her mind this was so unfair. She wasn’t like everyone else in though not just because of those reasons. She always looked like she was worrying ou deep in thought. This was the first time I’d noticed anything about her other than her smell and that I couldn’t read her mind. I noticed she had just passed her shoulder blonde hair with and bangs that went a little passed her chin, green eyes and she was kind of short. The whole heure I had with her I wasn’t really paying attention to our conversation I was watching what she did and how she acted. She bit her lip and chewed her nails subconsciously. She spoke really quietly like she was shy. All of this interested me and I wanted to know plus about her.