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Chapter 1
Oh how I loved him. Everything about him, his short chestnut messy hair, his gold and black eyes there was only one problem about him, he wasn't real. But why? He was every girls dream. Edward Cullen. Almost every girl in the world fantasised about him and yet he wasn't real. That was hardly fair. But life isn't fair. I had to get on with life though and keep my feelings for him and the others in the book.
Looking in the mirror and sorting out my long black messy hair. I had been told once I looked like a mixture of Alice and Bella Cullen. How that pleased me back then. But no Edward or Jasper would go for me. I was too… different. I had a slightly tanned face with curly jet black silky hair, high cheek bones with a curvy figure and a flat tummy. This meant I attracted attract all the wrong guys. I looked at the time; it was five minutes past eight in the morning. I was late for work; I was due five minutes ago.
I was never late, surely Mrs Stanley take it easy on me. Last time someone was late she fired them. But mind they did deserve it they were always diving customers away.
Grabbing my bag and keys as I headed for the door, "Hey Em!" yelled Mike from the living room. Emi is my nickname my real name is Emily, why anyone would call their daughter that is unknown to me. Mike is my step – dad. I never knew my biological father but I don't care Mike was more like a father to me than anyone else ever could be. If you just glimpsed at him he doesn't look like the type my mother would immediately go for but if you look really well you can see lots of little features that go together really well. He has brunette tamed hair which he always spiked up, a six – pack most men would kill for, the most amazing eyes which glow different colours with the light, he was asked to do a modelling show once but he turned it down he loved working as a mechanic too much.
"Can't talk now Mike I'm late for work sorry!" I felt so bad I left him home sometimes to care for my insanely mad mother but I had to work as well. "Actually that's what I need to talk to you about." He exclaimed blocking my only exit, "I just got a call from Ambrose, Mrs Stanley's son and there was an animal attack, she died during the night she was found in her bed a few hours ago with no blood left. There's no work for a while." He led me back into the living room.
But how? Mrs Stanley was so good hearted, she was so soft, warming and kind. How could this ever happen to someone so good?
I walked upstairs to the art room and took out my last blank canvas and several paints but for once in my life time I had nothing to paint no emotions to express, nothing to complain about. I stared at the black canvas all day listening to others in the house getting ready for work, having breakfast then leaving. It was dark when I finally heard someone come back, but they walked around the house almost silently. Unlike my mother or Mike or anyone I knew, this person was a stranger. Someone unknown.
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