I glared across the room, the mirrors glinting in the dark. If there was a record for the most glares over a year or so I would have broken it.
If you asked me a few years ago, how I thought I was going to die, I would have asked why you were asking that question, because it is very very creepy. But what that convoluted metaphor was trying to say was that I never expected this, who would?
All this came from a mistake which led to the weirdest year of my life.
Crazy Miss Bella describes vampires as graceful, beautiful, et cetera. But honestly, vampires are stupid and oblivious and do not listen to you when you threaten to hack their arms off with a rusty knife and feed it to them. They're also really annoying and obsessed with me. Now I know I sound like an whiny teenager but when people still hang around you when you threaten to hack their arms off and make them eat them, there might be something wrong with them.
But I wasn't going to die.
I hope.
My name is Ruby Fletcher and the moral of this story is never upset Twilight fans.