This is my first fan fiction that I've published on the internet so i need some pointers PS: try saying Bhel with your nose closed it sounds like Bell
The Twilight saga belongs to Stephanie Meyer
BPOV
"Bhel" came a voice beside me
"Shhhhh" I said. It was only half way thru the flight. NOOOOOO. "do you want to wake your sister?"
"Buh I heed a tishue!"
"Shhhhh"I rummaged around in my bag and pulled out a tissue. I handed it to him.
"Thanks."he mumbled half way on the way to sleep. He blew his nose and went to sleep. They looked at so peaceful. Sydney's eyes were puffy and Caleb's nose was running again. We were permanently leaving Arizona. I knew it was a hard on me but it had to harder on the kids even though they look 5-6 years old they really were only 1 and absolutely in love with the land but, it was time to leave and join Charlie in Forks. I looked down on there tousled brown hair. I smiled remembering the day she told me it all wasn't a figment of my imagination.
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It was a hot summer day but the guy in our living room still wore a long sleeve black biker jacket and a black hat halfway disguising his fine light hair. It was so blond he could have been albino except that his hair in the light held a shimmer of gold. His eyes were a reddish orange that would scare anyone that met his glare. She practically had him living here, I mean he would spend any sunny day indoors and only leave when it was dark to return in a couple of hours. Slowly but surely over the month he was with us his eyes became more and more golden.
Shortly after he started staying at our house she woke me up early and brought me to her room. He was out doing what i would later know as hunting. She told me every thing including that she was going to have his baby. At first i was mad then I started to see how he acted around her. Only then did i start being nice to him.
He was out hunting when my mom started screaming. I ran into her room only to find her convulsing on the floor then there was a sound of metal ripping on metal and then a sound of tearing flesh. I picked up the two squirming objects.
"Beautiful." she whispered.
And that was the end of Renee Swan.