The Assignment
I don't own Twilight.
"I never loved you."
Bella...
"You were just a distraction."
"Bella"...
"Your mind is a sieve. "
"Bella Swan"...
"It will be as if I never existed."
"Isabella Swan!"
I jumped up with a start as the whole class minus Angela and Ben snickered. Mr. Mason was staring at me with a mixture of annoyance and pity. The annoyance was because of my lack of attention and the pity because of his abandonment.
"Bella, did you even hear me?" Mr. Mason asked, breaking my train of thought again.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?", I replied feeling guilty.
"I was just explaining the new assignment. It is a pen pal type of thing. Each one of you will be given a marine to write to. This project will help you all understand the struggles these men go through for our freedom and it also gives you all an opportunity to practice your hand writing. Your first letter will be graded. You will keep a log of all your letters. So I can insure that you are doing the work you will have to write a five sentence paragraph about the subject per letter. Your twentieth letter will be compared to your first to see your progress. So one at a time come up and get your marine's address. Chase Adams. " Mr. Mason called.
As I waited for my name to be called, I heard Jessica gushing over writing to a big, strong military man. Just then Lauren said with her nasaly voice, " It's a good thing we are only writing to them. No matter how strong the men they wouldn't be able to look at Bella plain zombie face. "
Finally my name was called and I reached deep into the hat and grabbed a slip of paper.
Jason Wells the paper read.
Mr. Mason, then gave us the rest of class to start our letters. Umm, how do I start this?
Dear Jason Wells,
Dear Mr. Wells,
Jason Wells,
I'm not quite sure how to do this, but I figured I should just rip it off like a band aid. You're probably wondering why a complete stranger is writing to you. Well to answer that. My school gave me an assignment to write to you. Not that I wouldn't write you if it wasn't. Well I wouldn't but it would just be because you could be some axe murdering, kitten killing, coat sniffing stranger. Which I'm sure you're not! Let me start over. Hi I'm Bella. I have mouth vomit when nervous and have horrible chicken scratch. I don't want to make a bigger fool of myself so I'm going to end it right here.
Love,
Best regards,
Sincerely,
Isabella (preferably Bella) Swan
I finished my letter and stuck a postage stamp and address on it. I then gave it to Mr. Mason for him to read and mail it. Maybe this will make life a bit less boring.