I have decided to write a new version on Twilight. This one isn't as sappy, goody goody, ou so emo at some points. don't get me wrong! I l’amour me some twilight! but toi all have to agree, there are some parts that are too sappy, too emo, and too goody goody :) I am planning on doing all livres so here is the first "Sunrise" (get it..sunrise..twilight..yeah? no? ok) So...Here toi go:)
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"Bella, could toi come to the front. Bella, the front." Mike Newton's voice echoed through the store.
"Excuse me." I smiled apoligeticly at the couple I was helping and walked around them. "What is it?" I met Mike on my way there.
"You have a visitor." He wouldn't look at me and wisked right par me.
"Okay." I whispered to myself. I ran my hand down the items on the shelves, something I had done since I was little. I smiled as I thought back on the times I would grocery boutique with Renee. I would run down the isle's my hand stuck out, my fingertips touching everything I passed.
I pulled my hand back and put it in my vest pocket as I reached the end of the isle. There he was, standing in is unhumaly, godlyness, smiling that same crooked, half-smile he gave me every other day, and my breath was caught in my throat. I slowly walked up to him and stopped when I was a few feet away. "Hey."
"Hi." He smiled.
"What are toi doing here?" I gestured to the store, my hands still in the vest pockets.
"My family wants to meet you." He put his hands in his jean's pocket.
"Now?" I was begining to panick. I could feel my cœur, coeur speed up, and Edward chuckled. I knew he could hear it.
"No." He chuckled. "Tomorrow."
"Oh." The thudding in my ears dulled. "Okay. What time."
"I could come pick toi up at ten tomorrow morning." He suggested.
"Okay, yeah."
"Don't eat before toi come."
"Why?" I could feel the confusion on my face.
"Esme insists on fixing toi brunch." He smiled.
"She doesn't have to." I shook my head.
"Like I said, she insists."
I couldn't help the small smile that escaped my lips. "Okay." I nodded.
I guess I could start from the beining, so toi would know what the crap I'm talking about and who the hell Edward is. Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
It was dark. Teetering on the line of 9 pm. A little sliver of the moon was montrer a pale orange. There was no sign that the sun had even exisited now this time of March.
I had drove 1,500 miles now. Comming from Phenoix to Forks, Washington to live with my dad, Charlie. My mom and her new husband were going out of the country to live for a while. There was no way I was going to déplacer somewhere where I couldn't read anything, couldn't speak the language, and couldn't set the nourriture because again, I couldn't read ou speak the language. I wouldn't even know wehre to start making friends. Seriously. I can't even say 'hi' in Portuguese.
I noticed the orange sliver had dissapeared behind the gray clouds of Forks. The stars were far and few inbetween and the only lights shining while I made my way down the curvy road were the headlights on my black VW CC. They where high lighting the mailboxes that were starting to line the road, telling me I was close to Charlie's. I was getting nervous to see him. It had been three years since I last saw him and I missed my dad. I was a Daddy's girl, what can I say? I tapped my fingers on the stearing wheel as the radio faintly played through the speakers, and I leaned foward in my seat, looking out for my mailbox.
I smiled when I saw the numbers and turned in the drive, putting it in park and turning off the engine. I popped the trunk, pulling out my back pack, duffle bag, and carrying suit case. I closed the tronc and walked my way to the door. IT swung open infront of me and I was inveleped in a strong hug.
"Bella!" My dad laughed. He pulled back and looked back at me with chocolat brown eyes like my own. "How was your drive?" He asked, taking my suitcase and bag.
"Long." I laughed.
He led me up the stairs to my old room. "I, uh, hope toi like it."
It was painted a light blue. Dark brown furnature and a bureau lined my walls. The mur that my lit was against was a pale yet bright yellow with a brown design. Dark brown curtins doned the windows and a large flat screen hung able the dresser.
"This is amazing. Did toi do this?" I asked.
He laughed aloud. "Funny. No, Alice Cullen. Her and her family live behind the trees in the back. About half a mile. He's really great. She's comming up here tomorrow around lunch. She's a Jr this an too, so toi will know someone."
"Thanks, Dad." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to clean up then get into bed. It's been a long day."
"Alright." He kissed my head. "Good night, baby."
"Night, Dad." I whispered and he walked back down stairs.
I unpacked all my clothes, grabbed my beg and headed to the shower. I let the hot water run thorugh my hair, untighten my muscles and steam away my thoughts. When I steped out, I dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and climbed into bed.
I pulled the covers up over my chin as I listened to the soft rain hit my window. Before I could even get a coherent throught out, I sliped into sleep.
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Please let me know what toi think! If toi read this, toi MUST review!! It's my new law!
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"Bella, could toi come to the front. Bella, the front." Mike Newton's voice echoed through the store.
"Excuse me." I smiled apoligeticly at the couple I was helping and walked around them. "What is it?" I met Mike on my way there.
"You have a visitor." He wouldn't look at me and wisked right par me.
"Okay." I whispered to myself. I ran my hand down the items on the shelves, something I had done since I was little. I smiled as I thought back on the times I would grocery boutique with Renee. I would run down the isle's my hand stuck out, my fingertips touching everything I passed.
I pulled my hand back and put it in my vest pocket as I reached the end of the isle. There he was, standing in is unhumaly, godlyness, smiling that same crooked, half-smile he gave me every other day, and my breath was caught in my throat. I slowly walked up to him and stopped when I was a few feet away. "Hey."
"Hi." He smiled.
"What are toi doing here?" I gestured to the store, my hands still in the vest pockets.
"My family wants to meet you." He put his hands in his jean's pocket.
"Now?" I was begining to panick. I could feel my cœur, coeur speed up, and Edward chuckled. I knew he could hear it.
"No." He chuckled. "Tomorrow."
"Oh." The thudding in my ears dulled. "Okay. What time."
"I could come pick toi up at ten tomorrow morning." He suggested.
"Okay, yeah."
"Don't eat before toi come."
"Why?" I could feel the confusion on my face.
"Esme insists on fixing toi brunch." He smiled.
"She doesn't have to." I shook my head.
"Like I said, she insists."
I couldn't help the small smile that escaped my lips. "Okay." I nodded.
I guess I could start from the beining, so toi would know what the crap I'm talking about and who the hell Edward is. Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
It was dark. Teetering on the line of 9 pm. A little sliver of the moon was montrer a pale orange. There was no sign that the sun had even exisited now this time of March.
I had drove 1,500 miles now. Comming from Phenoix to Forks, Washington to live with my dad, Charlie. My mom and her new husband were going out of the country to live for a while. There was no way I was going to déplacer somewhere where I couldn't read anything, couldn't speak the language, and couldn't set the nourriture because again, I couldn't read ou speak the language. I wouldn't even know wehre to start making friends. Seriously. I can't even say 'hi' in Portuguese.
I noticed the orange sliver had dissapeared behind the gray clouds of Forks. The stars were far and few inbetween and the only lights shining while I made my way down the curvy road were the headlights on my black VW CC. They where high lighting the mailboxes that were starting to line the road, telling me I was close to Charlie's. I was getting nervous to see him. It had been three years since I last saw him and I missed my dad. I was a Daddy's girl, what can I say? I tapped my fingers on the stearing wheel as the radio faintly played through the speakers, and I leaned foward in my seat, looking out for my mailbox.
I smiled when I saw the numbers and turned in the drive, putting it in park and turning off the engine. I popped the trunk, pulling out my back pack, duffle bag, and carrying suit case. I closed the tronc and walked my way to the door. IT swung open infront of me and I was inveleped in a strong hug.
"Bella!" My dad laughed. He pulled back and looked back at me with chocolat brown eyes like my own. "How was your drive?" He asked, taking my suitcase and bag.
"Long." I laughed.
He led me up the stairs to my old room. "I, uh, hope toi like it."
It was painted a light blue. Dark brown furnature and a bureau lined my walls. The mur that my lit was against was a pale yet bright yellow with a brown design. Dark brown curtins doned the windows and a large flat screen hung able the dresser.
"This is amazing. Did toi do this?" I asked.
He laughed aloud. "Funny. No, Alice Cullen. Her and her family live behind the trees in the back. About half a mile. He's really great. She's comming up here tomorrow around lunch. She's a Jr this an too, so toi will know someone."
"Thanks, Dad." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to clean up then get into bed. It's been a long day."
"Alright." He kissed my head. "Good night, baby."
"Night, Dad." I whispered and he walked back down stairs.
I unpacked all my clothes, grabbed my beg and headed to the shower. I let the hot water run thorugh my hair, untighten my muscles and steam away my thoughts. When I steped out, I dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and climbed into bed.
I pulled the covers up over my chin as I listened to the soft rain hit my window. Before I could even get a coherent throught out, I sliped into sleep.
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Please let me know what toi think! If toi read this, toi MUST review!! It's my new law!
