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As I sat there, the car moving jerkily sometimes; I felt a presence somewhere near us. I rolled down my window, and stuck my head out, but I didn't see anyone nor any cars near us. Which was weird.1
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This story is for my big sister on SW, xX Batman Xx. She made a cover for my other story, Porcelain Doll, and I thought that she should get
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LAST CHAPTER BEFORE EPILOUGUE!
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I pushed my food around on my plate and watched as each time it almost fell off. Emmett and Rosalie looked at one another, worry etched into their face. I obviously wasn’t going to eat. Were they really that surprised?1
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Carlisle walked me and my mother out of his house. Carefully we stepped over things and looked around. Windows were shattered; claw marks were scratched into the wood. I walked over and ran my fingers over it. It felt so smoo
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Rosalie dried my hair, sitting on her bed in a silk royal purple robe. Her hair was dried laying in nice wet curls. I sat on the floor, wearing a pair of my lucky black sweats and an old grey sweat shirt.1
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Everything around me was like an old movie, black and white yet I was the only one in color. I watched as a woman who looked like my mother but younger screamed. I stood behind her in a hospital room, listening to her scream
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I danced with Jasper, feeling like I was dancing on a cloud. It felt like it could be better. I barely noticed that Jasper wasn’t talking. He danced closely, glaring at all the guys who’s eyes fell upon me. Through their mask
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I looked around, stepping out of the car one foot at a time. Standing outside the car I was washed over with amazement at the sight of the house that stood before me with a white stone walk way all the way up to the front por
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I sat in the kitchen as Carlisle made pancakes, his classical music playing. I rested my head in one hand as I fed myself grape with another. I could here Edward, Emmett and Jasper talking about some school project in the liv
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I sat in the car, tapping my foot angrily. Like I really wanted to do this. Sarcasm.1
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My alarm rang angrily, as it turned 6 am. Groaning I rolled over and pounded on the poor defenseless machine till it shut up. Rolling over I looked up my ceiling, completely blank. I felt so… different.1
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After being greeted by the Cullens everyone went their separate ways pretty much. Rosalie left with Emmett after tossing me a glare. Emmett only hugged me, kissed my forehead and followed, mouthing, ‘Don’t worry about her, sh
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I walked into the house, looking around. Mom had painted the living room from white to a light blue and instead of carpeted floors we had wood floors. My two weeks at the hospital gave her time to make the house a bit differe
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I pretty much was happy to see the school as I walked up the sidewalk to the school building. Quickly I took a look around the parking lot to find a sleek shiny black car and found one. Next to a black hummer and a shiny silv
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We walked down the stairs of my house, arm and arm. Awaiting at the bottom stood everyone. Emmett and Edward stared as Carlisle clapped his hand, smiling. Rosalie, the girl Edward brought and my mother were smiling softly.1
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I sat in his car, arms crossed and looking out the window as he drove, focused on what was outside the car rather then what was in it. Mainly who was in it.1
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By lunch I only found one class that I had alone. All the others had one of the many Cullens in it. I was lucky in that class. Writing comprehension. 1
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I walked into the classroom labeled BIOLOGY and groaned inwardly. I had spent ten minutes trying to avoid the science hall but once the bell rang I couldn’t find a good enough reason to tell the teacher about why I couldn’t a
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I quickly hid under the chair, hoping I wasn’t spotted by them. I mean, if were just Edward, I think I would have survived. But Jasper? That was a totally different story. For some reason he made my stomach go in knots and ma
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I dragged my school bag on the ground behind me as I followed my mom into the school building. One hand held the bag, the other was occupied by a energy drink. And I still felt like crap. Lucky me.1
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“Caroline Moore Marolyn!”1
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