So basically, this is a Mary Sue story, but I'm not putting myself into the story so I can date Edward, but because I thought it would be cool to write a story that I can put myself into just to interact with the characters
So basically, this is a Mary Sue story, but I'm not putting myself into the story so I can date Edward, but because I thought it would be cool to write a story that I can put myself into just to interact with the characters. So this is my first try at writing ANTHING so don't be all 'this girl is so weird' please. Here goes:
Chapter 1
(Bella POV)
I was just leaving the Cullen household after a day of just hanging out and being as normal as a house full of vampires could be(even with Emmet around). Edward was walking me out (AN: as if he ever does anything else) and lead the way to his car. Thinking a stroll through the woods would be nice, I asked,
"Wanna' to go for a walk?"
He answered by steering us toward the trees.
Once we were under the cover of the branches, the sun decided to come through the cloud cover.
"That's different," I commented, thinking that I would have to wait for Edward to take me home because of it.
"Alice said it would be sunny any day now. Guess we got lucky," Edward continued leading us across less traitorous (for me) ground, as he spoke. The sun filtering through the leaves made the sparkling effect on his skin appear more incredible.
Then, the noises came.
First, it was leaves of bushes being pushed away from a swiftly moving object. Then, very noisy, labored breathing that kept getting closer.
Edward pulled me close to him as he turned to stone against a tree trunk. He stood still, listening, I suppose, to the persons thoughts. After few seconds, he bent his head toward mine and whispered,
"It's a young girl. It would be better if you confronted her instead of me."
I nodded and began to move slowly toward the spot where the breathing was coming from.
A girl of about 14 burst from between two bushes and stopped when she saw me. She was wearing a look of complete horror and confusion on her face, which was pale but for the red spots on her cheeks showing she had been running for some time. Her clothes, ―a thick denim jacket, jeans, and new balance tennis shoes― were worn and faded from prolonged use. She had medium length reddish-brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail. She seemed to be worn out as she looked me in the eye for a second.
"I need help," were the only words uttered from her mouth before she passed out.