YOU MUST READ THIS WHOLE THING!!! IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!!!
Eeek! -ducks from flying tomatoes-
I am sooo, sooo, sooo sorry. Ohmygosh, I cant say how sorry I am!
Once again, my plot bunny has hit me over the head with a rubber chicken (in a manner of speaking)
I am changing (once again) my storys plot. And title. I know what youre thinking - AGAIN?!?!?! She's crazy!
-moans- I know, I know, iIknowiknowiknow...
iIt is now known as ''the heart is a decietful-'', maybe a five part story, if I get around to it. When I said that this is my first twilight story, I forgot to mention that it will be subject to many different tests.
PLEASE DONT HATE ME!!!!
The plot line is fairly similar- our favorite little Jazzy and Emmy both hate each other, but theres a twist in the plot. Also, my amazing prologue (if I do say so myself, its one of my better ones) will be in the third part of the story. So youll find out what happens then.
OH, AND BEFORE I FORGET... Bella lived in the 19th century, so shes been a vamp for a very long time. the Cullens returned to forks in 2007 so that anyone that could have remembered them are dead and gone
My updates will be inconsistant, unfortuneatly, but I will try to update at least once a week.
thanks sooo much for understanding, and if you have problems with it, please take it up with my stupid plot bunny. it annoys me, too.
-signing out, frenchie 283-
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It felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach.
Black spots filled my vision as I stumbled blindly into the Cullen's sitting room, the concerned looks of Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie and Edward focused on my strangely blank face. I leaned against a cold, hard wall and my knees gave out below me, my back sliding down until I was a heap on the floor, my arms wrapped tightly around my middle, trying to hold myself together by my shredding seams.
Suddenly Edward's eyes were full of horrible realization, and that one look was all it took to rip my heart out. The hole in my chest was a huge, dark, never-curable, bloody mess. Air whooshed loudly into my tattered, abused lungs as I tried to alleviate the dizziness that was making my mind foggy.
The pain was unbearable- I felt betrayed, angry, dirty, broken, and used.
How could he?
Cold, hard, unforgiving marble arms wrapped themselves around me, and then the first tears of tortured pain slipped down my cheeks.
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Frenchie 283: Okay, okay okay okay. I PROMISE that this is the last time that I redo my story. I swear. Girl scouts honour. To my readers that stuck with me since my first post, I cant tell you how much I love you. PLEASE REVIEW! I need to know what you think about my latest developement before I'm forced to change the plot again... -shudders-. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!!