*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 2 - OPEN BOOK
Mike skipped quickly to my side and picked up my livres for me. I imagined him with a wagging tail.
"That was awful," he groaned. "They all looked exactly the same. You're lucky toi had Cullen for a partner."
"I didn't have any trouble with it," I said, stung but his assumption. I regretted the snub instantly. "I've done the lab before, though," I added before he could get his feelings hurt.
Cullen seemed friendly enough today," he commenté as we shrugged into our raincoats. He didn't seemed pleased about it.
I tried to sound indifferent. "I wonder what was with him last Monday?"
I couldn't concentrate on Mike's chatter as we walked to Gym, and P.E. didn't do much to hold my attention, either. Mike was on my team today. He chivatrously covered my position as well as his own, so my woolgathering was only interrupted when it was my turn to serve; my team ducked warily out of the way every time I was up.
The rian was just a mist as I walked to the parking lot, but I was happier when I was in the dry cab. I got the heater running, for once not caring about the mind-numbing roar of the engine. I unzipped my jacket, put the capuche, hotte down, and fluffed my damp hair out so the heater could dry it on the way home.
I looked around to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. I swiftly looked away and threw the truck into reverse, almost hitting a rusty Toyota Corolla in my haste. Lucky for the Toyota, I stomped on the brake in time. It was just the sort of car that my truck would make scrap metal of. I took a deep breathe, still looking out the other side of my car, and cautiously pulled out again, with greater success. I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.
TWILIGHT - chapter 2 - OPEN BOOK
Mike skipped quickly to my side and picked up my livres for me. I imagined him with a wagging tail.
"That was awful," he groaned. "They all looked exactly the same. You're lucky toi had Cullen for a partner."
"I didn't have any trouble with it," I said, stung but his assumption. I regretted the snub instantly. "I've done the lab before, though," I added before he could get his feelings hurt.
Cullen seemed friendly enough today," he commenté as we shrugged into our raincoats. He didn't seemed pleased about it.
I tried to sound indifferent. "I wonder what was with him last Monday?"
I couldn't concentrate on Mike's chatter as we walked to Gym, and P.E. didn't do much to hold my attention, either. Mike was on my team today. He chivatrously covered my position as well as his own, so my woolgathering was only interrupted when it was my turn to serve; my team ducked warily out of the way every time I was up.
The rian was just a mist as I walked to the parking lot, but I was happier when I was in the dry cab. I got the heater running, for once not caring about the mind-numbing roar of the engine. I unzipped my jacket, put the capuche, hotte down, and fluffed my damp hair out so the heater could dry it on the way home.
I looked around to make sure it was clear. That's when I noticed the still, white figure. Edward Cullen was leaning against the front door of the Volvo, three cars down from me, and staring intently in my direction. I swiftly looked away and threw the truck into reverse, almost hitting a rusty Toyota Corolla in my haste. Lucky for the Toyota, I stomped on the brake in time. It was just the sort of car that my truck would make scrap metal of. I took a deep breathe, still looking out the other side of my car, and cautiously pulled out again, with greater success. I stared straight ahead as I passed the Volvo, but from a peripheral peek, I would swear I saw him laughing.
Either Way You Leave!
Alice's gown
The 21-year-old British actor revealed that he hasn’t even read the whole book series yet! He shared, “I haven’t [read the whole series]. I’ve read all of the livres except for Breaking Dawn. I didn’t want to know how it ended. I wanted to have the uncertainty of not knowing where it’s going to go, so I just read the first three. I want to read the last one, but I’m determined to wait.”
If toi want to meet Robert in the flesh TONIGHT, he’ll be at the the Hot Topic store at Square One Mall in Saugus, Mass. There will be a Q&A and an autograph session at 6PM, but remember to purchase your $30 Twilight Tour T-shirt so toi can get in!
There are people that traverser, croix our lives
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, ou acts to improve the lot of others, ou strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written par some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, ou acts to improve the lot of others, ou strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written par some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
