hey this is my first fanfiction and I know I have a few errors but I'm working on it. Please post comments and feel free to tell me my errors and give suggestions. :)
Oh, and I'll try to get the rest done soon but I do enjoy reading also.
I walked out of my room and I smelled it. Charlie's cooking. That only meant one thing. He wanted to talk. Most people, when they want to talk, say "We need to talk" or something like that. Charlie on the other hand, cooks, or at least attempts to. The Last time he did this was when Edward had left. I walked down the starts slowly and into the kitchen.
There he was standing by the stove stirring a pot of noodles. All the water was poring out of the sides with the noodles and making a mess I knew I would have to clean up later.
I held out my hand to take the spoon to stir but he didn't know I was there. I sighed – Only then did he realize I was standing write next to him- and took the spoon and bumped him lightly so I could be over the pot. He frowned and said nothing. Silence. Its was an awkward kind of silence. The only noise that was heard was the clang of the metal spoon hitting the pot.
"What do you want to say?" I asked, wanting to get to the point.
"What do you mean? Can't I cook for my daughter once in a while?" Charlie said.
I kept stirring not saying anything, not looking at him. I knew he would come around.
"Fine, Bella. I want to discus your groundation."
Ahhhh, yes. The Grounation. But those words didn't fit right. I think Federal Lockdown Prison was better describing. I've been in my cell since Jacob turned me in. The only time I got to see people was during school and visiting hours. Edward came over from 7:00 to 10:00. Visiting hours. But I still saw him every night other than the 3 hour time period. But back to Jacob. I haven't seen him since that time we talked after I got back from Italy. I've been trying to send him letters -since I can't see anyone- but when he wrote back lots of things were scribbled out -actually the whole page was scribbles and crossing outs- and all I could really make out was "Bella, I'm sorry but this won't work" and "It hurts to think about you. Sorry for what I did but its better we don't write to each other. Bye." The end was signed,
"Jacob Black"