Just to begin. I am not the most amazing writer and my technic is not the best. I do now have a Beta, and the two chapters I sent her, she edited quickly and quite well. I welcome any and all criticism, but please realize that I do take it to heart. Samuel Johnson once said "No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." -and while this is true for many, some of us less talented do it just to see what we can do. My stories are a huge part of who i am and who i wish i could be. I may not be a great story teller, but I do create, nurish, and build these stories. Please keep that in mind and hopefully you enjoy my stories.
Thanks, Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, the characters, or much else for that matter. I respect Stephenie Meyer for her creativity and technic and in borrowing her characters i hope to show that respect and honor.
Hali
Life can be tough when it wants to be or maybe it just didn't like me very much. Whoever can give me the answer to whichever one it is, find me and let me know. Because honestly, for a twenty two year old girl, living in Los Angeles, life hasn't given me what I have looked for. I only wanted to go to U.C.L.A., get my English degree and do something with my life. I wanted to publish books, and live life to the fullest. Instead I work at a diner off the boardwalk, paying for one class at a time. I've made a lot of friends and I am healthy. But out of all the things I expected in life this was the last one.
"BELLA! We need you!" Embry called from the grill. I shut my journal and threw it into my saddlebag. The diner was half full but Tonya hadn't been able to show up again. Another day, another audition was a way of life for her. I moved as quickly as I could, dodging and darting between the customer's and other servers.
"What's goin' Em?" He rolled his eyes at me and nodded towards the plates under the lamp. I grabbed them quickly, and almost dropped them.
"Careful Bells ,they're hot."
"Better late than never huh?" Embry shrugged at my sarcasm and I turned quickly and rushed away to get the plates off my hands. I didn't see him step into my path until it was too late and I was sprawled in a face plant on the floor. The plates skidded across the floor and the tile scrapped against my thigh.
"ERGH!" I pushed myself up cautiously, waiting for some kind of harsh reprimand from the customer.
"I'm so sorry miss. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going but I..." His voice trailed off, our eyes locking as he helped to pull me off the floor. For a moment I forgot to breathe. His eyes were an emerald green and set nicely against his copper colored hair. His pale skin almost sparkled underneath the florescent lights and his expression was one of surprise.
"Whoa." SHIT! Did I seriously just say that out loud?
"Bella! Are you okay?" Jacob Black, my best friend and roommate was headed towards us and I realized that the guy still had his arms on mine. They seemed to be the source of the warmth and delight humming through my body. Jacob snatched me away quickly and began inspecting me for injuries. I straightened out my outfit and my words came out in a fumbled mess.
"Jake, I'm fine! It was just a little tumble, I've done worse!" My exclamation received an exaggerated eye roll.
"I know that, but knowing you, you're hiding a broken leg or something." Jacob led me to the counter and lifted me like a little girl onto a stool.
"I'm not five you know!" My retort received a fierce look as Jacob stretched my arm and began examining it.
"Check her left thigh. She most likely burned it on the slide." His voice was soft and tender, but it also held a note of authority. I glowered at him as Jacob slowly lifted up the hem of my skirt. It was about half an inch above my knee, he let out a low curse and glared at me.
"Hehe. Didn't notice?" The glare got worse at my casual brush off of an injury. The traitor that had tripped me scooted closer to exam it.
"It doesn't seem too bad but I am a med student. If you'd like, I could have a look?"
"Thanks Mr. ...?"
"Edward. My name is Edward."
" Oh well thanks, but I'll be fine…" Jacob scowled at me. "Just FINE! I promise." I glared back. Who did
he think he was, my mother or something?
"Well, if you need anything, I work at L.A. Central. Just ask for Edward Cullen. I am really sorry!" With that, he handed Jacob some money and rushed out the door. Jacob looked at it and quickly shoved up it in his pocket, but not before I caught a glimpse.
"Did he just give you a hundred bucks?" My astonishment must have shown on my face because Jacob wasn't looking at me.
" Yea, probably to pay for everything. You sure you're good?" Jacob was beginning to sound like a broken record. I knew his intentions were good but that didn't mean they weren't annoying! Yet his concern flooded his face and I needed to see him smile, despite his annoyingness.
"Yea mommy, I be o'tay!"
"Don't be a brat Bella. I'm just checking!" His cheek twitched as he fought from smiling though, and I knew I'd accomplished cheering him up a little.
"Well, go check on getting another order of this stuff" Jacob nodded and headed back to the kitchen, leaving me with the inevitable clean up.