Bella took the steps two at a time, flinging the door open and flopping on her bed. The tears she had refused to shed in the truck flowed freely now. Thoughts filled her mind, tangling like yarn until she didn't know how she felt. Today had been confusing. Why did HE have to be so mean? And why did it bother her so much? Sighing in frustration, she picked up her leather notebook off her desk and sat on her bed. As she stared at the paper, words came to her and she wrote:
Hatred in the eyes of a stranger
Stranger still, a lingering feeling of danger
Black eyes of coal in a perfect face
I'm drawn in a way that I can't place
He's still as a statue, hands fisted tight
Every muscle and bone prepared for a fight
Or tensed to attack, perhaps that is it
He never relaxes, no not a bit
He's cruel and deadly, glorious in rage
His face full of hunger like a lion in a cage
And then the bell rings and class is done
I think it is over, but maybe it's just begun.
She read over what she had written. Finally she decided that the last line was true. Something in her life had changed. She had begun a journey, and every step revolved around the glorious, mysterious, possibly deadly, Edward Cullen.