My new totally awesome story made by……………..wait for it……………ME. Oh yea me and its pretty enticing and intriguing. Anyways I'm bored and I'm probably boring but hey I'm bored so it isn't my fault .
Summery: Bella is a girl ( not going to tell you what you'll just have to figure it out for yourself). She meets this guy who is totally hot and sort of stalking her ( her own words I swear) and of course this guy is (the one and only) Edward. He is quite daunting and….can't really tell you more or this won't be much of a story ( thriller or romance ) now would it…..
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Just remember girls: The young male is a predator by nature. Some boys may look at you not only as a romantic interest, but as prey…"
( THESE ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO LOOK AT!!!!)
Declaimer: I do not own twilight or anything in it. I just use the idea of the characters.
THE FIRST TIME I saw him, a heavy grey fog clung to the cornfields, tails of mist slithering between the dying stalks. It was a dreary early morning right after Labor Day, and I was waiting for the school bus, just minding my own business, standing at the end of the dirt lane that connected my family's farmhouse to the main road into town.
I was thinking about how many times I'd probably waited for that bus over the course of a dozen years, killing time like any mathlete would, by doing calculations in my head, when I noticed him.
And suddenly that familiar stretch of blacktop seemed awfully desolate.
He was standing under a massive tree across the road from me, his arms crossed over his chest. The tree's low, gnarled branches twisted down around him, nearly concealing him in limbs and leaves and shadows. But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak.
My chest clenched, and I swallowed hard. Who stands under a tree at the crack of dawn, in the middle of nowhere wearing a black cloak?
He must have realized I'd spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. Or maybe cross the road. But he stayed there watching me. I wished that I didn't live out in the middle of nowhere. I wished I lived somewhere closer in the city.
The bus finally came, I quickly scooped up all of my things and hurried on the bus, hoping to get out of his sight for a long time. I sat on the blue seats, being on the bus a senior was embarrassing. Every other seniors had a nice car, like a Ferrari, but my parents are environmentalists. Super environmentalists.
Everything that we produced on the farm, which wasn't much, was organic. Everything we ate was organic and vegetarian. No meat products where even allowed in a twenty-five radios of the farm.
Ok so I know this is really short and I am truly sorry because I haven't been writing that much. I am in a play and in two weeks it is showing so I have to be there every day until 8:00 pm and I have to go to sleep at 9:00 because my 'rents wont let me stay up but I really think they are crazy because I am 15 and they are crazy sooo……
Unonmus
