Chapter 1.
The Catching:
I’d been dreading this jour for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams ou speaking in front of the class, it was écriture a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it a dit three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
toi might think why would I be dreading, a jour of écriture to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with écriture to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small nuage covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
The Catching:
I’d been dreading this jour for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams ou speaking in front of the class, it was écriture a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it a dit three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
toi might think why would I be dreading, a jour of écriture to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with écriture to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small nuage covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
tomorrow i will update that i will promise .
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the.
previous
is
when
bella
is
already
at
the
clearing
where
do
you
think
the
cullens
are
i
do
not
own
twilight
and
the
characters
dont
worry
will
not
break
this
promise
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Hi! This is the sequel to Bella's New Mate. If toi haven't read Bella's New Mate, then maybe toi should read it ou toi might not make sense of this story. For those of toi who have read Bella's New Mate, I left off some details:First of all, Bella is technically with Edward and James is just her friend. That is all. Enjoy the preface.
Preface
Bella's POV
After all we had been through, I never thought it would come to this. We had tried many times to make peace but, they had all been in vain. Now, the world was quiet as we waited for her fury.
Cliffhanger! Review. And as your reward for reviewing, toi will get a cookie.
Preface
Bella's POV
After all we had been through, I never thought it would come to this. We had tried many times to make peace but, they had all been in vain. Now, the world was quiet as we waited for her fury.
Cliffhanger! Review. And as your reward for reviewing, toi will get a cookie.