Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
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Charlie unlocked the door to his empty house. He hung his jacket, gun belt and hat on the door post and walked into the kitchen. He looked at the messy sink, the spot and stains on the counter and sighed. He went to the fridge to find it empty save for a few beers and left over pizza. He took the leftovers and put them in the microwave and opened a bottle of beer. He sat down at the kitchen table and waited for the food to be done.
Knock. Knock.
He looked around. Was he hearing things?
Knock. Knock.
Nope. He got up and went hopefully to the door. Maybe it was Sue… He opened the door to find an angry Angela.
"How dare you!" she exploded as she pushed her way into Charlie's house.
"What?" He blinked after her, then followed.
"So, you all had a party without me?" she stormed into the kitchen. "Bella said I could join, but nooo, she had to go off with her Vampire Sweetheart and leave me in the dust. What the hell? Even the werewolves were invited. What about me? Huh?"
She swiveled to face Charlie. "I've been waiting since the third book to have my big moment, and what happens? I get mentioned once!" She poked Charlie. "Once! And I'm DEAD!"
She glared at poor Charlie then kicked his fridge. "So much for Switzerland! I don't need them."
She took a deep breath and calmed down. Then, in the most regal manner she could muster, she informed Charlie "The Weasly twins and I will just be Belgium." Then she sweep out and made the most impressive exit Charlie had ever seen.
He waited a moment to make sure she was gone, then looked at his empty kitchen. He went to the microwave and muttered "I really need a cat."
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Poor Angela really got screwed over… I totally thought she'd be a witch… and it would have made a much better book then the nonexistence fourth one anyways.