Chapter Two:
First Writings
“Okay, everyone’s chosen a pen pal, آپ have the اگلے two session’s to write about yourself, and with any luck you’ll have a reply سے طرف کی Friday” Mrs. Anderson announced.
Immediately, everyone started writing, quickly. I took another deep breath, and began.
Dear Edward Cullen, Hmm Edward, that’s a weird old fashioned name, but I guess, these days if آپ can call a child Apple, than Edward is plain, normal.
My name is Bella Swan.
I'm 17 years old and my birthday is September 13. I live in Phoenix, with my mother Renee and her boyfriend Phil. He doesn’t need to know descriptions about them.
I love the sun here, although I don't really think it likes me, I have a very pale completion. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Ugh, I’ve never been good about taking about myself. Now, what else can I put? I know I’ll ask سوالات about him.
My favourite colour is brown, what’s yours?
I am an only child. My parents divorced when I was very young, I’ve always wanted a brother یا sister, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Do آپ have any brothers یا sisters? If so how old are they and what are their names. Stick to the basics, this isn’t enough, hmm.
As آپ can see I’m not very good at writing, especially about myself. I would love to hear about you. Please write soon.
Yours Sincerely,
Bella Swan
Oh well what else could I put? Plus the bell’s about to go, I did a lot of thinking and not much writing. Part of me hopes I never get a reply, so I never have to write again.
“Ding, ding, ding” “Bella, آپ coming?” it was Gemma, calling me to come to lunch.
“Oh, yeah, coming” I replied placing my letter on the teacher’s desk, and walking to my locker.
First Writings
“Okay, everyone’s chosen a pen pal, آپ have the اگلے two session’s to write about yourself, and with any luck you’ll have a reply سے طرف کی Friday” Mrs. Anderson announced.
Immediately, everyone started writing, quickly. I took another deep breath, and began.
Dear Edward Cullen, Hmm Edward, that’s a weird old fashioned name, but I guess, these days if آپ can call a child Apple, than Edward is plain, normal.
My name is Bella Swan.
I'm 17 years old and my birthday is September 13. I live in Phoenix, with my mother Renee and her boyfriend Phil. He doesn’t need to know descriptions about them.
I love the sun here, although I don't really think it likes me, I have a very pale completion. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Ugh, I’ve never been good about taking about myself. Now, what else can I put? I know I’ll ask سوالات about him.
My favourite colour is brown, what’s yours?
I am an only child. My parents divorced when I was very young, I’ve always wanted a brother یا sister, but I knew it wasn’t possible. Do آپ have any brothers یا sisters? If so how old are they and what are their names. Stick to the basics, this isn’t enough, hmm.
As آپ can see I’m not very good at writing, especially about myself. I would love to hear about you. Please write soon.
Yours Sincerely,
Bella Swan
Oh well what else could I put? Plus the bell’s about to go, I did a lot of thinking and not much writing. Part of me hopes I never get a reply, so I never have to write again.
“Ding, ding, ding” “Bella, آپ coming?” it was Gemma, calling me to come to lunch.
“Oh, yeah, coming” I replied placing my letter on the teacher’s desk, and walking to my locker.
As I lay on the steps ,my head in Alice's lap,
I realised I love her مزید thn my own life, and maybe Bella was right. I might be over protective, but if Alice''s life ended,
so would mine. I would not live without her. Before I knew her I thought me life was ok,
but now I've met her I would never dream of going back to my life before her.
just then, i imagined the image of her tiny body
fighting a newborn.
the thought made me shudder. maybe like wolves vampires could imprint, carlisle and esme, rosealie and emmet, me and alice. i woud of finished that thought if alice hadn't started talking to herself and mumbling about the pictures being striaght but not straight anough.....
I realised I love her مزید thn my own life, and maybe Bella was right. I might be over protective, but if Alice''s life ended,
so would mine. I would not live without her. Before I knew her I thought me life was ok,
but now I've met her I would never dream of going back to my life before her.
just then, i imagined the image of her tiny body
fighting a newborn.
the thought made me shudder. maybe like wolves vampires could imprint, carlisle and esme, rosealie and emmet, me and alice. i woud of finished that thought if alice hadn't started talking to herself and mumbling about the pictures being striaght but not straight anough.....