Fear is such an overrated word. Insecurity now thats a good one. At this moment I feel that one emotion that everyone hates when آپ want to hide under a rock.
I lean back agains the دیوار hitting my head against it. A loud thud echoes through the house. I can see that my grandparents have heard. There slow foot steps thud against the hard wood floor.
"Laylia? Is that you?" Grandpas voice sound from the corner around the stair case. I quickly gather my self up and swiftly run to my room.
The hours went سے طرف کی slowly as I layed in بستر that night. The morning has finaly come and i now have to prepare for my frist real دن of American hight school. My school in Paris was a quiet, sophisticated private school. I'll jave to get used to noisy lunch rooms, and constant crude humor. But what should I expect? This is after all The United States of America isn't it? I try and try again to convince my self that this will be like any ordinary day, but every time I fail.
Being half French and all can't do me justice either. All the other kids here are full quilette and have lived here their whole lives. Me? No, my father ran away from this place, and fled to France where he met my mother. And I am sure آپ can guess the rest. They got married and had me. Thats right, boring old, proper me, who grew up in the rich part of Paris. The only other thime I have ever been to the reservation was when my parents brought the whole family down to let my dads family meet my mom and me. I was seven so I didn't take in much but still.
"Laylia, come down and get your breakfast." I trudge down the stairs with my nice neat backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Thanks Grandma Esther." I thank her as I sit down at the table. The میز, جدول cloth is gone, and now آپ can see the faded blue, pealing paint on the old table.
My morning flew سے طرف کی to my dismay, and when Grandpa loaded me and himself into his old pickup truck my spirits sank to an all time low.
The school looks small agains the normal gray sky. It's one story stucture made of purely sloid red brick looked مزید like an old seventies affice building than a school. There are no sepparate groups of kids ordered سے طرف کی popularity and unpopularity. They are all in one big group. As I walk towards the clump, a body stops and faces me. I look up to see Seths familiar face. He reaches out his hand towards me and smiles. I can't help but smile back. I haven't realy figured out what this all means, I mean are we dating now that he imprinted on me یا are we just friends, aquaintances?
"Can i talk to آپ for a sec?" He asks leading me over to a little brick fence surrounding a few trees.
"Sure." I say trying to act positive and upbeat. Even thought I feel like I am the poor مچھلی in a flock of seaguls.
"Ever since last night I have felt this passion for آپ and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I don't want to ignore آپ and not let a word pass. i imprinted on and that means we were meant to be togeth as long as we are alive . So I just want to know, will آپ be my girlfriend?" I lost all my fear and confidence fose in my chest.
"I could say no, but that would be about the biggest mistake I ever made." I say as I look in his eyes. Slowly he leans his head down and sets his warm lips against mine. After a few سیکنڈ he lifts his head back up and takes my hand in his. As we walk away our eyes stay locked and our smiles broad.
I lean back agains the دیوار hitting my head against it. A loud thud echoes through the house. I can see that my grandparents have heard. There slow foot steps thud against the hard wood floor.
"Laylia? Is that you?" Grandpas voice sound from the corner around the stair case. I quickly gather my self up and swiftly run to my room.
The hours went سے طرف کی slowly as I layed in بستر that night. The morning has finaly come and i now have to prepare for my frist real دن of American hight school. My school in Paris was a quiet, sophisticated private school. I'll jave to get used to noisy lunch rooms, and constant crude humor. But what should I expect? This is after all The United States of America isn't it? I try and try again to convince my self that this will be like any ordinary day, but every time I fail.
Being half French and all can't do me justice either. All the other kids here are full quilette and have lived here their whole lives. Me? No, my father ran away from this place, and fled to France where he met my mother. And I am sure آپ can guess the rest. They got married and had me. Thats right, boring old, proper me, who grew up in the rich part of Paris. The only other thime I have ever been to the reservation was when my parents brought the whole family down to let my dads family meet my mom and me. I was seven so I didn't take in much but still.
"Laylia, come down and get your breakfast." I trudge down the stairs with my nice neat backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Thanks Grandma Esther." I thank her as I sit down at the table. The میز, جدول cloth is gone, and now آپ can see the faded blue, pealing paint on the old table.
My morning flew سے طرف کی to my dismay, and when Grandpa loaded me and himself into his old pickup truck my spirits sank to an all time low.
The school looks small agains the normal gray sky. It's one story stucture made of purely sloid red brick looked مزید like an old seventies affice building than a school. There are no sepparate groups of kids ordered سے طرف کی popularity and unpopularity. They are all in one big group. As I walk towards the clump, a body stops and faces me. I look up to see Seths familiar face. He reaches out his hand towards me and smiles. I can't help but smile back. I haven't realy figured out what this all means, I mean are we dating now that he imprinted on me یا are we just friends, aquaintances?
"Can i talk to آپ for a sec?" He asks leading me over to a little brick fence surrounding a few trees.
"Sure." I say trying to act positive and upbeat. Even thought I feel like I am the poor مچھلی in a flock of seaguls.
"Ever since last night I have felt this passion for آپ and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I don't want to ignore آپ and not let a word pass. i imprinted on and that means we were meant to be togeth as long as we are alive . So I just want to know, will آپ be my girlfriend?" I lost all my fear and confidence fose in my chest.
"I could say no, but that would be about the biggest mistake I ever made." I say as I look in his eyes. Slowly he leans his head down and sets his warm lips against mine. After a few سیکنڈ he lifts his head back up and takes my hand in his. As we walk away our eyes stay locked and our smiles broad.
I really just wanted to put this out there, How many of آپ would like to read about the honeymoon from Edwards perspective? I have alot of stories running around in my head but I think they would not be for anyone under the age of 16, due to the sensitive content. Also I was wondering if آپ would like to see it from Bella's point of view. I don't want to offend anyone so please give me some feedback. I chose 16 as that is the legal age in most countries, let me know. Sorry if I have offended anyone with these سوالات there was no offence intended. I was just curious.
This seemingly minor blip of news is going to be very exciting for a lot of آپ readers. The third movie entry in the “Twilight” series, “Eclipse,” will shoot at Vancouver Film Studios between August 17 and October 31 (Halloween wrap!), Coming Soon reports. The David Slade-directed adaptation of Stephanie Meyer’s novel will come from a script سے طرف کی series scribe (and occasional “Dexter” writer) Melissa Rosenberg.
The Halloween لپیٹ, لفاف کریں is perfectly timed to coincide with what will likely be the start of a massive publicity push leading into the release of “New Moon” on November 20. “Eclipse” is currently set for a June 30, 2010 release, a fact which I’m sure that many of آپ readers are already well aware of. So mark those calendars if آپ haven’t already, and prepare for an increasing onslaught of “Eclipse” news as the wheels spin faster and faster.