I thought of this during Math Class one day (I need to pass the time somehow), and I wrote it yesterday. If it's bad, I am sorry, but I did think of/write this during Math, which leaves little to the imagination. Also, Fred on YouTube has fried my brain, along with lack of sleep.
EPOV was written right where I am sitting, in my parent's room.
Update on the names of my mom's students: Jeff Cullen, Scott Swan, and Jacob. I know, weird, right? No Edward's or Isabella's though. Damn. Although, my name in Spanish is Isabel, if that helps…
EPOV
I was hunting with Alice over in Toronto, Canada for a change of scenery (caribou is a nice break from deer.). So far, we had gotten a couple of wolves, and one or two caribou. I had just finished another Caribou, and Alice was in the middle of feeding on a wolf, when suddenly, she straightened up, gasping. I looked over at her, confused. She normally never stopped in the middle of a meal. I threw her a questioning look, and she whispered back, "Bella's dead" in a strangled voice.
My eyes widened, and if my heart had been beating, it would've stopped. "No…" I whispered, and then in a loud roar, I yelled, "NO!!!!!!!", and collapsed on the ground, sobbing tearlessly. The hole that had formed when I left Bella came back, and I curled up in a fetal position. It couldn't be true… It couldn't…
BPOV
I was floating in the clouds, far above the blue sphere called Earth. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there. My only memories of anything were a warm smile, and then I was running, a slashing sensation ran through me, then darkness.
For some reason, I was being called back, but not to the same place. I didn't want to go back. I was enjoying the weightlessness, but I knew I needed to go. I couldn't remember why, but I WANTED to go back. Something was calling me. I slowly drifted back, and soon, I was hurtling towards my destination, and I finally landed. The blackness overcame me again, but was soon dispelled by a bright light. I was suddenly surrounded by people, and I heard one of them say, "It's a girl!" in a loud voice, accompanied by a chorus of Awwws. I was given to a woman and the name 'Mom' popped into my head. She whispered "Isabella, that's your name!" in my ear. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember why. Her whispering was slowly erasing any memories, and soon, all of my memories had gone.
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Well? How was it?
Honest opinions are gratefully accepted. Is this crappy, good, or awesome? The next chapter may be up soon, and I swear on the big book o' Edward Cullen that I shall update Jackass soon!