Have you ever wondered what Twilight would have been like if the lead character had acted like a normal person? What I mean is, what if Bella was a more grounded and realistic teenager in the world of Twilight? This is the re-telling of Twilight thr...
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The next day was better and ... worse.
It was better because the rain had yet to make an appearance and kill my mood. It was easier because I knew what to expect. Mike came and sat next to me in English, and walked me to my next class, while Chess Club Eric stared at him the whole entire time. That was funny.
I didn't feel like I was being stared at as much. That felt wonderful. At lunch, I sat with big groups which included Mike, Eric, Jessica, Angela, and several others. That was uncommon for me back in Phoenix. I began to feel like I was treading water instead of drowning in it.
It was worse because I hadn't slept at all. It was worse because Mr. Varner called on me in Trig when my hand wasn't raised. I had the wrong answer. What an asshole! I hate it when teachers do that. It was miserable because I was forced to play volleyball in P.E. I managed to hit the ball once, but I hit one of my teammates in the head. Just wonderful. Most of all, it was worse because Edward Cullen was nowhere to be found.
All this morning I was dreading lunch. I knew he would be staring at me with those beady, yet beautiful black eyes. While I was lying in bed last night, I was thinking of other things I could have said to him. Maybe I should have been polite to him, or maybe I should have been ruder. Honestly, I can't see either making a difference right now. He still isn't here.
My eyes swept the cafeteria thinking maybe he didn't sit with his siblings. I still didn't find him. When the bell rang for the next class, Mike, once again, walked me there. When I entered and saw that Edward still wasn't there. I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. I was becoming more aware of Mike as he lingered next to my desk before the bell rang. His interest would soon become a problem because I wasn't very good at rejecting people. I just wasn't that into him.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was the reason Edward didn't come today. He was a very intense person. I could see that just by looking at him. Maybe he was one of those people who took everything to heart. He was still being childish by not coming to school. It wasn't that serious.
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Last night I discovered that Charlie couldn't cook at all. So I decided that I would be handling things in that area for now. He had no problem with it. I then realized that he had no food. I sighed as I grabbed my keys and some money to make a grocery run.
When I returned home I got dinner started and checked my email. I had a message from my mom.
"Bella, text me as soon as you get home. I need to know that you are okay. Is it raining there? I miss you already. We are almost ready to leave for Florida but I can't find my pink blouse. Do you know where it is? Phil says hi.
Mom."
She then messaged me again.
"Isabella Swan, why haven't you messaged me back yet? Is everything okay? Don't make me catch the next flight out of here." I read the message out loud imaging how she would say it. I decided to message her back before she actually did get on a plane. I didn't really put it past her. I wrote:
