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My tiny fist slammed right into the boy's jaw, causing him to tumble backwards into the dirt. Dust clouds puffed out around him as he landed with a thud. His lip started to bleed and tears were welling up in his eyes.
I'm Bella Swan, and that was me when I was ten years old.
"What'd you call me!?" I screeched angrily. The ten year old boy didn't answer; he just shook his head and held his jaw in his trembling hands.
Yeah, I didn't take any crap from anyone, even back then.
"Stop crying like a baby, you toad-sucking poophead!" I said as I grabbed his collar with both my hands and pulled him off the ground.
Poophead. Ha! Wasn't I just so good at insults?
"Hey!" a voice called out. I looked over the boy's shoulder to find Edward Masen jogging over. He was wearing a bright blue polo and khaki shorts. I glared at him. He was always the one to be the hero and come to the rescue. Of course, I was always the trouble maker in the situations no matter who started it.
"What are you doing!?" Edward exclaimed, prying my hands off the boy's collar.
"Get offa me!" I snarled as I snatched my hands away from his, "Ask your buddy. Go on, pal, tell 'im what you called me."
The boy was still crying, but shook his head violently. I rolled my eyes and Edward glared at me.
Edward Cullen was the role model in our grade. Goody two shoes that I despised, but the teachers and parents loved. He always seemed to catch me beating up some kid…
"Bella! He's crying!" Edward said as he put his arm over the boy's shoulder.
"Pft. He wasn't crying when he called me wussy who plays with dolls," I said icily as I glowered at the boy, "Not so brave anymore, huh?"
"Bella, stop," Edward said sternly.
"You gonna make me, Masen?" I said as I crossed my arms, using his last name icily.
I hated his perfect little, rich boy guts.
"What's goin' on?" a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Jimmy behind me and already glaring at Edward. Jimmy was my cousin, but moved in to live with my family when his parents died in a house fire. My family took him in, and he was always treated like my brother. I mean, he basically was. I always hung around with him and his best friends, Crusty and Travis. Crusty and Travis came jogging up behind Jimmy and stood right behind me. They looked just as ratty and dirty as me, and also didn't take crap from anyone. Especially anyone like Edward Cullen.
"The boy called me a wuss," I said the same time Edward said, "She punched Billy."
Crusty exchanged a look with Jimmy as Travis glared at the crying boy.
"So what's the problem?" Jimmy said coolly as he crossed his arms.
"Billy's crying and bleeding," Edward sighed as he gestured to the crying boy, "Can't you at least take him to his mom?"
"Why don't you?" I snapped, "You're the little hero."
"Well you're the only girl out here playing with boys," Edward snarled back, "Don't you know you're going to be made fun of?"
I lunged at Edward, but Travis and Jimmy caught me by my shoulders.
My mother never bought me pants, so it's really not my fault that I stuck out in the playground. I was running around the park in a ratty pink dress with multicolored flowers. I wore dirty tube socks that went up past my ankles and Jimmy's old, dark blue Converses.
"Edward's just gonna tattle on us if we beat him up, Bella," Jimmy explained.
"He's gonna tattle on us anyway 'cuz he's a holy priest," I snapped as I shook my shoulders free.
"At least I'm not in a dress," Edward muttered as he rolled his eyes.
The next thing I knew, my foot was ramming into Edward's stomach. Billy started crying again and ran away. Edward fell to the ground and I jumped on him, sitting on his stomach and throwing hard punches into him.
There was shouting as my friends to get me off him. Edward covered his head with his arm. Then, suddenly, he pushed my shoulders so that he was kneeling over me. He was pinning my shoulders down with his hands and panting heavily.
"Get OFF me," I shouted as I squirmed beneath him.
Then I brought my leg up between his legs, hitting him right where it hurts. He howled and fell to the ground. I scrambled out from under him as he writhed on the ground.
"Bella! Run! His mom is coming!" Jimmy shouted. He, Crusty, and Travis all set out running, and I followed quickly. I heard his mother shouting something at us, but we kept running. We finally got to our favorite tree in the park, where we all climbed the branches so that we were hidden by its leaves.
Crusty was laughing from up at his branch.
"That was a nice hit, Bella," he said as he laughed. I grinned at him.
Then, once I got home, all hell broke loose from my parents.
"Bella, how many times do we gotta tell you that violence gets you nowhere?!" my mother wailed as Jimmy and I sat as prisoners on our living room couch.
We were silent as we looked down at the floor and not at our pacing parents.
"And Jimmy! We trusted you to watch her when you took her to the park with you," my dad shouted, his face turning purple, "Why'd you let her hit that boy!?"
"Boys," my mother corrected, angrily glaring at us, "There were two."
Jimmy was trying to hold back a smile, and this of course made me want to smile too. I knew he was proud of me. Jimmy was my best friend and we stuck together through everything.
The next day, my mom made me go give apology letters to both boys. After I had biked over to Billy's house to stuff a letter in his mailbox, I stomped angrily back to my bike. I mounted it and began biking to Edward's house. I was so wrapped up in my fury that I almost ran into him on his bike.
I braked suddenly, glaring at Edward. He looked at me cautiously.
"I'm not here to beat you up again, Edward," I snarled. Edward rolled his eyes.
"You were on the way to my house?" he asked. His eyes saw the piece of paper in the basket on my handlebars.
"Why?" he asked. I kept my eyes glued on my handlebars, refusing to look at his stupid, smug face.
"You have an apology letter or something?" he said, amusement flying in his tone. I felt the fury getting the better of me. With one quick movement, I snatched up the paper. Edward opened his mouth to say something, but I stuffed the paper in his mouth quickly.
Edward's eyes were wide as I swiveled my bike around and quickly rode off in the other direction.
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By the time I was fourteen, I had outgrown the violence. Crusty, Travis, Jimmy, and I were getting ready to tough out high school that summer. My mother finally accepted the fact that I didn't like wearing flower-y dresses too often, much to her dismay. And I was also finally able to buy pants.
Jimmy's undying hatred of Edward Masen never left, however. Something had happened somewhere in seventh grade where they got into a big fight, and have been picking fights with each other ever since. I never went out picking fights, no matter how spiteful I was as a teenager. If someone started something that made me furious, then I'd fire at them. Then there was the exception of Edward. He made me so angry when he pranced around with girls on his arm. But I didn't go fighting him, because all I wanted was to stay the hell away from him. Summer of 6th grade, hormones hit our entire grade and all the girls suddenly were crazy for Edward. I basically ignored him that whole year, because I knew if he was to step anywhere near me I'd throw a hissy fit. And I didn't want to waste my energy on that pretty-boy.
"What're we gonna do today?" Crusty asked groggily as he fiddled with a piece of grass. There was only a week before summer was over. My buddies and I were laying in the grass in Travis' front yard. Crusty was sitting up, Travis flat on his back with his hands spread out, Jimmy was sitting up and chewing a long piece of grass, while I was lying in the grass with my hands behind my head.
"I'm outta ideas," I said lazily, not even bothering to open my eyes, "And I'm kinda set on just laying out here for the rest of the day."
"Mmm," Travis said. In Travis-speak, this means: Hells yeah, that's a good idea.
"This grass tastes like crap," Jimmy said bluntly. I didn't hear anything being spit out, so I assumed he was still chewing it.
We all laughed and then drew into comfortable silence again. My friends and I hung out together a lot. I heard the girls in my school calling it a 'gang' because a 'clique' just was too girly to place on us. Pft. I could really care less. I had a circle of friends that I was happy with. But those girls were all wrapped up in their lies and rumors.
But we did draw some kind of attention. I mean, I'd tell you exactly drew attention to us, but I don't even know. I always thought it had to do with that week Crusty dyed his hair all the colors of the rainbow…
Two days past, and we wound up in Crusty's basement, playing in our band. We weren't trying to make it big or anything, but being in a band just was a hell of a lot of fun. Plus, we didn't consider ourselves that good anyway.
Mind you, we aren't you're average, teenage, rock band. We don't have any piercings, except for my ears. No tattoos, no creepy make up, no guns, no knives. Seriously, we didn't even dress that differently than everyone else in our grade.
I was jumped out of my thoughts by hearing Crusty fooling around with my microphone. Yeah, I was the singer. Crusty was the drummer, Travis the lead guitarist, and Jimmy the bassist.
"Crusty!" I snarled, "Get your grubby paws off that!"
Crusty pouted and stepped away. I got up from my crouched position at our mini fridge and pulled out a water bottle.
"Really," I sighed, "I leave one second to get something to drink and you start messin around!"
Crusty grinned at me and Travis laughed. Jimmy came back in from the door, waving around his favorite guitar pick.
"Did you really need that one?" Crusty said, rolling his eyes.
"Did you really need that one," Jimmy mocked in a high pitched, nasal-y voice, "Yes, Crusty, I did. Now we can get started."
We mostly like playing covers to songs, nothing really special. Sometimes we wrote songs, but they're not special either.
But when I hear Crusty start drumming, Travis strumming the opening notes, and Jimmy begin playing the melody, I don't know what happens. Things always seem unreal after that. Some things you just can't explain, and I'm pretty sure you know how that goes.
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At dinner that night, my parents were gossiping heavily as Jimmy and I were picking at our casserole. I was sending him gagging looks behind my mom's back. She was talking as if she didn't need to breathe at all, and my father was obediently listening. And Jimmy was trying not to burst out in laughter at my ridiculous faces.
"And so Elizabeth thinks they're going to move," my mom rambled, "Edward Sr. apparently got a job there, but they're still deciding on whether or not moving is the best idea."
Jimmy nudged me under the table and I glanced up at him. He raised his eyebrows, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. I nodded in recognition. Edward Masen was going to move, and Jimmy was probably going to be the happiest person alive.
"They're probably going to leave by the end of the summer, though," my mom continued with a sad look, "I'm really going to miss Elizabeth's company, though."
Those endless gossip sessions and fawning over Jane Austen novels on Saturdays is what she was really going to miss. I could see it happening right this second. She was already resorting to my dad for gossip sessions. At least it wasn't me she was resorting to.
Finally, dinner was over and Jimmy and I ran up to our rooms. Of course, he followed me into mine and I closed the door.
"Edward's going to be gone! Out of our lives!" Jimmy shouted, throwing his hands up joyfully. He ran up to my bed and began bouncing up and down.
"That stupid, suck up, fagot is leaving!" Jimmy said. I ran over to him and shoved him off my bed. He laughed and picked himself off the ground.
"Watch your language, moron," I hissed, "Our walls aren't sound proof, idiot!"
"I could care less," Jimmy snorted, "I want to scream it out of the fucking window."
He walked to my window, but I snatched the back of his collar and pulled him back.
"Don't be such a drama queen," I laughed, "Let's just call Crusty and Travis first."
"You think they'd hear me if I shouted it out the window?" Jimmy said with a smirk, jabbing his thumb towards the window. I rolled my eyes and gave his shoulder a playful shove.
"Aw, c'mon, Bells," Jimmy chuckled, "You're happy too, right?"
"Of course I am," I snapped, "But do our parents really need to know about our secret enemies?"
"It's not too secret," Jimmy mumbled.
I laughed in agreement. Psh…How could I not be happy that Edward Masen was leaving?
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That next afternoon, I was riding my bike to the little ice cream shop. I parked my bike and skipped over to order myself a chocolate peanut butter ice cream cone. After I got my cone, I began to walk back to my bike, with one hand stuffed in my midnight blue hoodie. That's when I looked up and saw Edward sitting at one of the picnic tables. He actually looked pretty pitiful sitting there all by himself. He looked up at me, but my eyes narrowed. I began to walk away as if I hadn't noticed him sitting there.
"Bella?"
Too late. His voice stopped me in my tracks and I turned to him.
"What?" I said, a little harsher than I meant it to be. What could I do? Edward brought out the worst in me. He always has.
His eyes narrowed, but curiosity sprung in them as he eyed my cone.
"That chocolate peanut butter?" he asked.
"It is," I said nonchalantly, "What's it to ya?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, "We have the same taste." He waved his half eaten ice cream cone around to prove it to me.
"What do you want, Masen?" I hissed.
"Just a little company is all," Edward said with a sly grin, "Is that so bad?"
"Pft," I snorted, "I'm not giving you the kind of 'girl' company you want, buddy."
"Why would you assume I wanted that," Edward hissed through his teeth, his smile wiped away. I rolled my eyes.
"Why would I assume you didn't," I quipped. I licked my ice cream and began to walk away again. He was making me angry, and I had no energy at that moment to be angry.
"God, Bella," Edward shouted, exasperation in his tone, "Why do you hate me?"
"Oh please, like you really care how I feel about you."
"I don't," Edward snarled quickly, "I'm just curious as to why you do feel that way about me. Isn't everyone?"
"Everyone is curious about why I hate them?" I said with doubt.
"No, but everyone's curious about you. You intrigue them, scare the crap out of them, or make them jealous."
"Yeah, sure," I hissed. Edward was standing up now, but the menacing look lost its effect due to the ice cream cone in his hand. Though I'm sure he could throw it at me if he wanted to…but he was too much of a goody goody.
"And which of those emotions do you feel, huh?" I snarled. Edward didn't answer, but he winced for a moment.
"Whatever," I brushed off, "I'll see you around, Masen."
I made to walk away, but Edward was suddenly in front of me, blocking my path. His expression was softer this time.
"I'm leaving, you know," he said with a little uncertainty, as if he didn't know how I would react.
"Yeah? And I would be to if you weren't blocking my way," I said, even though I knew what he meant.
"For good, Bella," he said, rolling his eyes.
"And?"
"And I thought I'd tell you," he grumbled, "You know, so you can start organizing a party."
For once I was relatively speechless. Relatively, because I had a lot of cruel come backs I could make, but something about Edward's posture and face told me not to make them. He looked so…vulnerable, as if he really was afraid of me. Which, considering my past behavior towards him, wasn't a completely crazy idea.
"Well…uh…when are you going, exactly?" I said a little awkwardly, trying to make the transition from furious to indifferent without making it too uncomfortable.
"Tomorrow," he mumbled, looking at his feet. I guess he was trying to do the same thing.
"That sounds like so much fun," I said sarcastically. Edward laughed grimly and nodded.
"Um…well I uh…I gotta go," I said, shifting my feet slightly. I had to get out. I was bordering on actually feeling bad for Edward, and that was dangerous territory. Anything other than hate was dangerous territory. Ironic, no?
"Then I guess this is goodbye," Edward said, straightening up.
"Have fun then," I said, struggling not to sound too harsh, "You'd be a lot happier out of a hick town like Forks, anyway."
Edward gave me a genuine smile, and I felt uneasy. What the hell was I still doing there?
"You won't be easy to forget, Bella Swan," Edward grumbled, shaking his head.
"You can try," I shrugged, "But from the amount of bruises and scars I've left on you from beating you up, I don't think you will."
Edward laughed, but then his expression became harsher, as if he was trying to be strong or something. I wanted to tell him not to blow a gas git, because he looked so stiff, but for some mysterious reason, I didn't.
"Goodbye, then," I coughed. I basically ran towards my bike, but not quick enough to hear Edward tell me goodbye. And here I was, thinking it would sound so sweet. I felt strange. Not sad, exactly, but not what I had been expecting to feel.
I pedaled with one hand on my handlebars, eating the ice cream quickly as I rode home.
And that was the last time I had seen Edward Masen since then.
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And now I'm 16. Have I changed much? Not exactly. I like to think that I'm wiser and well informed about the world around me. And I'm probably less of the brooding teenager. I can't really explain to you how I feel about myself, though, considering that I don't even know. It's so much easier to just put up my old, hard core, take-no-shit attitude then to actually formulate a new, nicer attitude. Because then people start asking questions, and boy do I hate it when they start asking questions.
So, there was that. And there was the fact that I cared a lot more about school. For example, I've been getting pretty good grades lately. My friends didn't shun me for it or anything, they just saw it as me maturing. Jimmy's been doing better too. It's friends like these, who like you for whoever you are, that people want all the time, huh? Guess I'm pretty lucky.
It was the summer time again, and I was going into that dreaded junior year. Colleges soon. I shudder at the thought.
I woke up that day around noon. After showering, I bounded downstairs for "breakfast". I skipped into the kitchen, wearing some plaid boxers and a grey t-shirt, because I didn't feel like dressing up to go into my own kitchen. Who really cared, I mean, I was probably spending the day as a vegetable on my couch anyway.
I came in, and noticed that Crusty was sitting on my kitchen counter, Travis was in the stool I always sat in, and Jimmy had his head buried in the refrigerator.
"Hey!" I said, glaring at Travis, "Get outta my seat!"
Travis raised his eyebrow at me, clearly not intimidated and Jimmy laughed. He pulled his head out of the refrigerator, holding a carton of milk.
"Morning to you too, Bella," Jimmy snorted. He grabbed a box of cheerios from the cabinet. Reaching his hand in, he grabbed a handful of cereal and shoved it in his mouth. Lifting the carton, he guzzled milk down his throat, slamming the carton back down on the table with a satisfied smile.
"Gross, Jimmy," I said, scrunching up my nose, "I was going to use that carton."
"Not anymore!" Crusty laughed. I glowered at Jimmy and opened the refrigerator door. I found a box of Chinese take-out from who knows how long ago, and pulled it out. After finding a fork, I hopped into the stool next to Travis and dug into my delicious breakfast.
"What do we have planned for this wonderful summer day before we go back to school as juniors?" I sighed melodramatically. Travis rolled his eyes and Crusty looked up at the ceiling, pondering.
"We could…." Crusty began, eyes still on the ceiling, "Dig for China again in your backyard!"
"Crusty," Jimmy laughed, shaking his head, "We were 12 the last time we did that. And we only got so far before my dad shooed you guys off and grounded Bella and I for 'ruining his perfect yard'."
Crusty winced while Travis and I laughed. Crusty eyes lit up again with an idea.
"Okay, nevermind I asked," I interrupted, "I'm actually going to just sit on the couch all day. I was just wondering if any of you had a better idea."
"I was about to say something!" Crusty stated importantly.
"Yeah, well, we don't wanna hear it," Jimmy said with a smirk. Travis sniggered.
Crusty slumped his shoulders, his face falling. I patted his shoulder affectionately, and laughed as I took another bite of my Chinese take-out breakfast.
"Well," Crusty sniffed, "Fine. I have to go clean out my room, anyway. My mom's been badgering me to do it since last week."
"Don't you usually wait a month before listening to her?" I asked, struggling not to smile. Crusty rolled his eyes.
"Oh ha ha," he said sarcastically, "No, but seriously, if we aren't doing anything terribly exciting, I'm just going to go clean my room while I have the chance."
"Sounds cool," I sighed. We weren't really that jarred or upset if our friends abandoned us to family-related or home-related things. It made us feel like hanging out wasn't a duty, but more like a fun thing to do. The only that ticked us off is if friends "stood us up". Like, changing plans without telling us first. That and backstabbing. Because I don't know anyone who accepts backstabbing.
"Travis?" I asked. Travis looked up at me.
"You guys don't have good videogames," he stated plainly. I grinned at him. It was just going to be me and Jimmy today.
Crusty and Travis got up. Jimmy pushed off the counter he was leaning on and walked over to them, patting them on the back.
"See you later, guys," he said.
"Buh bye," I said, waving, "Have fun without us!"
Travis and Crusty laughed as they walked out the door. Jimmy sighed and walked over to the couch in front of the TV, collapsing on the whole thing. I threw the empty take-out box in the trash and marched over to him.
"It was my idea to watch TV today," I said, "Move your feet or I'm going to hurt you."
"Fine!" Jimmy groaned, moving his legs so I could sit, "All you had to do was ask!"
"Didn't I?" I challenged.
"No, you threatened. Last I checked, there was a difference."
"Mmhmm," I brushed off, "As long as I get what I want, does it really matter?"
I reached for the remote, turning on the TV and then settling back in the couch.
"It matters if you care for the feelings of the person you're talking too!"
"Which I don't…"
"Which is why you don't have a boyfriend…"
I picked up a pillow on the couch and smashed it against Jimmy, who laughed.
"You don't have a girlfriend, pal, so I'd shove off if I was you!"
Jimmy laughed again, as if to wave away my comment. We drew into comfortable silence as we watched the TV. After a couple of hours of this, my brain was starting too feel fuzzy around the edges. Jimmy looked practically dead with his arms draped around the couch limply.
Then, my mom burst through our front door, storming into the kitchen angrily with my dad following right behind, an exasperated look on his face.
"Renee!" he whimpered, "It's not my fault, dear! I can't just get a different job!"
My mom sniffed, ignoring him and going into the refrigerator. I shared a worried glance with Jimmy. Mom came back out with a bottle of orange soda…which was mine, but I didn't really think it was a good idea to tell her that at that moment…
"What if I don't want to move, Charlie? Did you ever think about your family? For once, damnit, can you think about your family!?"
At this, I hopped up, Jimmy right behind me.
"Sorry, what?" I said, walking towards my parents, "Moving? Please tell me I heard that wrong."
"Go on, Charlie," my mom hissed, "Tell your daughter your wonderful news!"
Dad bowed his head and opened and closed his mouth, as if deciding how to put it in a way that wouldn't have us exploding.
"We're…moving," my dad sighed, "My company, you see, wants me to transfer to Maine."
"MAINE!?" Jimmy and I shouted at the same time.
"Kids, can we please be reasonable? It's my job we're talking about. The job that supports this family."
"Hey, how 'bout you get a new job then?" I offered. My dad glared at me and Jimmy let out a frustrated noise.
"Maine!? Why the hell Maine!? It's so far from Forks!" Jimmy kept repeating behind me in a slightly lower voice.
I was still in shock. I couldn't believe I was leaving. In fact, I was too stubborn to believe it, and simply wouldn't.
"Renee, sweetheart, please," my dad pleaded, "Talk to them?"
My mom sighed, looking out the window. I waited for her to call my dad out again. Then I saw acceptance dawn across my mom's face, and I knew that was not the emotion I was looking for. Or hoping for, for that matter.
"There is," my mom began, "One good thing coming out of this."
"Please, do enlighten us," I said sarcastically.
"You two will be going to one of the best boarding schools in the nation," my mom said, ignoring my sarcasm, "It's a beautiful little school called Burnswick Academy, and it's very prestigious and-"
"Boarding school!?" I said disbelievingly, "You two have got to be-"
"BOARDING SCHOOL!?" Jimmy roared, apparently just understanding.
"Can we all calm down, please," my dad groaned, "This was not the way I wanted this to be delivered."
"Well, I'm sorry we aren't to pleased about dressing going to frickin boarding school in a place SO FAR AWAY FROM FORKS!" I hissed. My dad's eyes narrowed.
"It is not my fault that the best school in the state happens to be a boarding school. We always want the best for you children, and this might be a great opportunity for you two. You'll make new friends and get used to it there. That is all we are saying on the matter. End of discussion," my dad said, tight lipped and rushed.
I glared, my fists clenching angrily. I was not going to move. I was already planning to avoid it by chaining myself to the house. Jimmy would help me, I knew it, because his look of anger was mirroring mine.
"You two are out of your fucking minds," I snarled before running up the stairs into my room. I briefly heard my parents gasp at my dirty mouth, but didn't care. I heard Jimmy following me, but I ran straight into my room, throwing myself on my bed. Jimmy stomped in behind me.
I buried my face in my pillow, fighting the urge to cry. I heard Jimmy punch the wall and mutter every profanity imaginable.
"What're we gonna do, Bella?" Jimmy moaned. I turned onto my back, clutching my head, which was actually throbbing with agony. Jimmy was slumped against my wall on the floor, his legs crossed and his fists clenched.
"Chain ourselves to the house? Run away? Live in Crusty or Travis' basement?" I rambled halfheartedly, "The options are endless. Just none of them work…"
"Can't we try? I don't want to go to Maine. Bella, I REALLY don't want to go to Maine."
"Well, I guess it's not that much different than Forks…but it's just…I don't want change. I like the life I have here."
"Me too," Jimmy grumbled.
There was silence where I thought about all the good things about my life, thus making me more depressed.
"Damnit," Jimmy hissed, "What're we gonna tell Crusty and Travis?"
"I was thinking we beg them to come with us."
"They would."
"I know."
"We shouldn't…"
"It's selfish," I sighed. And we knew that if we did enough begging, Crusty and Travis would actually come with us. No joke. They would make it happen. Which is exactly why we shouldn't. We didn't want to pull them away from anything just because of us.
"This sucks," Jimmy said.
"I couldn't agree more, pal," I groaned, "Couldn't agree more…"
There was another brief silence.
"And why the hell is it called, 'Burnswick'?!"
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Ahhh! Okay, so that's the first chapter of my new story! How'd you like it? I'm not abandoning my other ones, I swear! But this one was pretty fun to write. Next chapter the Swans will go to Maine and their new school! And guess who's there at school with them?
Also, I apologize to those of you who live in Maine. Personally, I really love Maine. Bella and Jimmy don't really know what they're talking about, because they just don't want to change homes. Sorry if I made Maine seem stupid because it's not!
And, this story is Bella/Edward, but Bella is just confused about how she feels about Edward, and the confusion will remain until Edward…clears it up.
Haha! Okay, so review because I love hearing your thoughts/suggestions.