It was a car.A fast sports car.And unfortanately,it was mine.A gift from my fiance (and vampire) Edward Cullen.It was something he insisted on getting me.I turned my head and saw Mrs.Weber with her face pushed up against the glass of her shop.How embarrasing.I shook my head and the light turned green.I hit the gas pedal with so much force I lurched vers l'avant, vers l’avant and got a few fingers and dissaproving looks.If there were any doubt about who'd been driving this car before,it was gone along with my truck.I checked the gas meter and it was almost at zero.I wouldnt've come into town if my gas tank wasn't running on vapors.I was going without a lot of things these days.Like pencils.And those are something I really need.I write stories.And very good ones according to Edward.I pulled into the gas station and got out of my car.I put the nozzle into the little hole,where it was supposed to go. "Excuse me,miss,"a man called from behind me,"I was just wandering...What kind of car are toi driving?" "Um,a porsche?"I answered.Another man came along and rolled his eyes at my dumb response.I could feel the heat flooding my cheeks."Is that a 911 turbo?"the man asked."Uh.I think so." These men would get along very well with Edward.


to be continued