They say we don't have feelings. They think we're just a bunch of no good, violent, little delinquents. They may be right about some of those but we have feelings. We can feel happy, sad, unadulterated love.

I was happy, being different yet so alike with the gang. But all good things must come to an end.

Mine came to an end in Forks.

Here is a little bit of what you'll be feeling in my next story. Since it's been so long since I published I may as well give you a little something. The first chapter will not be up until my first story has progressed a little more so check that one out. (:

- Miranda