There once was this girl named Bri, who had a best friend (for this article, we'll call her Z). Bri and Z had identical taste in books. So, when Z gave Bri Twilight for Christmas and told her how “great” it was and kept going on and on. She tried to convince Bri that it was better than Harry Potter (the book Bri had been obsessed with since she was nine) but Bri didn't believe that at all. Still, if Z liked it, then Bri knew she would like it. She had no hesitation when she cracked the binding. She was hooked.

Now, this was before Twilight grew to be psychotically massive, so when Bri came back to school from Christmas break, none of her other دوستوں had heard of it. They teased her for reading another “vampire” book and swore up and down they would never read such a thing.

Bri went out and got each of the اگلے two installments the days they hit the shelves. She read through them quickly, eagerly anticipating how the final book would لپیٹ, لفاف کریں up. Would Bella be a vampire? Would she chose Jacob over Edward?

سے طرف کی the time Breaking Dawn hit the shelves, the first movie was about to be released in theaters. Bri was a little hesitant about the movies, since she was rarely pleased with film adaptions of her پسندیدہ books. But she had plans to go see it anyway.

She eagerly snapped open Breaking Dawn and began to read. سے طرف کی the end of the book, she was trying to convince herself that this was not written سے طرف کی beloved Stephanie Meyer. There was no way this horrible, disappointing thing, now sitting on her shelf, was the end of the Twilight Series. In an attempt to console herself, she re-read the first three books. What she found shocked her.

The first three were not very good either! Now that she was actually reading and not focusing on what was going to happen next, she found tons of mistakes, plot holes. She found that Bella, really, had no personality and that Edward was kinda creepy.

The movie Twilight was a huge success (although, Bri was not pleased with any part of it). Now, all her دوستوں at school couldn't stop talking about how “hot” those guys were and how “wonderful” and “great” Twilight was. A few of her دوستوں even started reading the books. It seemed as though fad had turned against her; when she liked Twilight, she only had one friend to talk to about it. Now that she hated it, she had no دوستوں to talk to about it and it was constantly in her face.

But the story soon turned happy. Z also snapped out of her zombie-like state and saw the series for what it was – a badly written piece of trash. They spent many hours making fun of the کتابیں and the crazy پرستار girls who had become مزید addicted then they ever had been.

The End.