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~August 28, 2004, ~
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~Jasper~
Third Person
The Cullens had never seen such a look on the blond soldier quite like the one they saw as he came into the house that day. Alice had come home hours ago practically vibrating with excitement. She spewed the story of the blooming love between their oldest brother and son and a new girl that had a flirty attitude and amazing sunglasses. Of course, they all thought it was just her looking to deep into the situation, but they were proven sorely wrong when the love stricken man walked in with a dazed look.
"I found her," was all he said as he walked up to his room.
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Jasper was still in awe of her beauty even a week after meeting her. He had refused to give his family details because he claimed that no words could describe his mate well enough. And said they would all have to wait to meet her.
The rest of the family was on the edge of their seats all week waiting for school to start. And when it did, they were not disappointed.
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~September 6, 2004,~
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~Michelle~
First person
This whole week has flown by in a flurry of unpacking, preparing for school, and hanging out with Milo at this abandoned train station we found. After meeting Jasper at that book store I went home with quite the story to tell. And tell I did. My family was excited for me. Milo was practically radiating at the thought of me being happy.
On the first day of school, Milo has to drag me out of bed. I manage to shove my glasses on but I can hardly move my body, I have no energy and I can feel the exhaustion gripping my bones. Yesterday I was in a deep funk. I was up almost all night crying and feeling like I shouldn't be here. My mind was in a loop of that day. Over and over and over. I'm haunted by the sound of that gunshot. I can't get it out of my head.
Once he gets me downstairs and to the table, I can mostly move my body. Mom sets a cup of black coffee in front of me and gives me a knowing look, "Baby are you gonna be okay to go to school today?"
I just nod and drink my coffee. How can I tell her that I can't even look in the mirror anymore because all I see is my newly 16-year-old self covered in my dad's blood? How can I tell her that I don't deserve to be alive, that it is my fault no matter what they say?
