Chapter 9

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Hazel's P.O.V.

This girl, Bella, looks familiar. That guy Edward, too! Anyways, Bella and I go up to my room and she gasps like I did when I saw the room.

"This is your room, mine is more grownupish yours is more of what I wish I had." She says walking over to my dollhouse.

"It's more than I could ever ask for!" I say spinning around.

"Want to come over to my house tomorrow so you could see my room?" she asks and I nod. "Oh and I am going to invite another one of my friends, his name is Jacob and I told him he could come over."

"Ok! Want to go see the backyard? We don't have to we could play with the dollhouse." She points to the dollhouse.

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After awhile of playing with Bella, Edward came up and told her they have to go. I have a good feeling we are going to be great friends.

Eliana and I are watching Toy Story and Damon is making popcorn for us. It gets cold after awhile, so Eliana gets me a blanket in under 10 seconds and it was one from my room. I ask, "how did you do that?"

"Do what?" She says putting the blanket around me.

"You got the blanket from upstairs super fast!"

She smiles at me, "When you get older, you get faster!" I smile back at her. Then Damon laughs and sits down next to me. As we watch the movie I slowly fall asleep, my eyelids slowly close while watching Toy Story 3.

After awhile of sleeping, Damon lifts me up like a baby and takes me to my room. The cool pink sheets make me feel as if I'm in a cloud. Eliana kisses my head and leaves the room leaving the door cracked open.

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I feel as if I slept for over 10 years, I feel so energetic, so exited! I look at my princess alarm clock 9:30! That's the latest I've ever slept in! I peek out the door and smell pancakes, I see Stephan glaring at me and smiling.

I slowly walk down the cold wooden floors and see Eliana drinking her coffee on the couch. She smile and gets up, "what would you like to drink?"

I sit down on one of the stools next to the counter, "orange juice, please!" She pours me a cup while Stephan pushes a plate of yummy pancakes near me, "thank you!"

"Your welcome", Stephan says turning around and cleaning the pan off without making himself some or anyone else some. Why don't they eat like me? Why are they so cold? Why do they walk so fast? I guess they are grown ups and grow ups aren't like kids.

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