This is just a brand new idea that popped into my head. I know a lot of people who do things like this, and I love those stories!!!!!!! Hope you guys' luv this story too!!
Disclaimer: I have none. That's right you lawyers, come and get me! JK! Really! They all belong to Stephanie Myer. For now.
BPOV
I groaned and mentally slapped myself as I attempted crawled out of bed but shrieked as my foot touched the freezing cold floor. Nice move, Bella. As I turned the shower on I thought about how this is going to be just another terrible day in my pitiful life. The Cullen's left, Charlie's practically a ghost around the house with this murder loose, and René hasn't had a happy conversation with me in moths. Oh, and did I forget to mention the one friend I actually had goes and turns into a friggin werewolf and completely ignores me! Can't forget that.
The freezing cold air outside didn't help my mood any, especially since it created ice on the ground. This is going to be a particularly hazardous day. Yippee.
My bad thoughts came to life as my boots food some black ice, causing me to slip backwards and fall headfirst for the ground. Great, I can just feel the concussion coming. Seconds before my head wacked the ice, I stopped falling. Wait, what? I know that my flailing of the arms hadn't helped, since I'd tried that tactic before. Oh, I got it! I really did fall and this is just a dream. But some cold wind blew around me, making me shiver and I knew this wasn't a dream, even though I had my eyes closed. So I did the only rational thing. I opened my eyes.
And then closed and opened them a million more times, for there was something in front of me that I definitely did not believe was there.
This could not be happening to me.
I had to be dreaming.
And then it spoke. I wasn't dreaming.
"Hi." He said.
And then he smiled, a smile that reached all the way to his beautiful topaz eyes.
I'm to stunned to think.
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