Hello my fellas! First of all, I do NOT own any of those characters, they ar ALL , except Dave. Well, I tried and I think, I did my best. I have lots of ideas how to make it more enjoyable for you and for me too. But I like it. I hope you all do too. So, I hope to see some reviews. It doesn't really matter wether they're fatally dangerous or lovely-dovely. Just. Give me your opinion of my story.
So, enjoy!

"Mom, could you stop this nonsense please?" She was starting to miff me off!

"But could you just try to listen to me?"

This was just ridiculous. We were fighting because of a TV commercial, funny right?

"Mom, for the hundredth time, I'm not going to write a story about a superhero, to just try to win a trip to Spain. I just know that I won't win! I'll just embarrass myself!"

"Would you just try, for me?"

She made a puppy face. Ugh! This was unbearable. The person, whom I loved most, was making me do this, my mother. Unbelievable.

"Okay, mom I'll do it, just don't make a face like you're going to cry. That just kills me inside."

"You are such a good girl!" She was squeezing my cheeks, like I was five "And, please, don't overreact about the thing I'm going to tell you now." Oh no. Not good.

"What is it mom?" This really did NOT sound good.

"Well, the good news is, you will get more fresh air, but the not-so-good news is that…" I interrupted her.

"Oh, come on! I'm eighteen finally! I can do what I want to do, and the last thing I want to do is move to Forks this summer!!!" On her face was written that the decision was made before I even knew this. "Seriously? Why this summer?" Right then it clicked. "Renée Dwyer! That's the reason why you hysterically wanted me to participate in the competition of "New writers"!"

"Well, yes, sort of." I could see that she felt a bit guilty.

"I love you so much, mom!" I ran to her and hugged her as hard as I could. "I'll try my best at the competition. Spain sounds much better than Charlie's!"

"But what are you going to do about Jake?" She loves Jake as much as I do, 'cause I've told her very much about my Jacob.

"What about him?"

"Well, he's sort of waiting for you there. You know right?" I didn't really understand the expression on her face.

"I know mom. I feel terrible, that he lives in La Push. It would be great if he lived in Phoenix, but Forks or La Push just isn't the right place for me. I didn't say that I can't stand Forks 'cause of the people there. I love almost all of them. It's just… Forks. "

"But sweetie, don't you think you will break Jakes heart, by leaving him this way?"
"Mom, we weren't dating and there's only 1% that I'll win the competition, so I'm not leaving him anyways. After a few days I'm going to Forks."

"But I don't think he felt the same love for you that you felt for him."

"And that's sort of our business right?" She understood my I-ended-up-this-conversation-about-Jake-right-now facial expression.

"Umm, of course, well… I have to go out and do some… stuff and…" This was just too awkward for me.

"Mom, I get it. Go." She left with a short "bye".

I started to write about some dumb superhero stuff. That they aren't real and those who think they are real, needs to call my cousin Dave, he's a doctor and stuff. I had written almost twelve pages when the revelation came. It was midnight already. But it took me about two more hours to finish the story about something, I didn't even believe in. It had to be 30 pages long. Well, I had 34 pages.

The next day I woke up and felt really stupid. It was 8 o'clock – Saturday's morning. How stupid to get up so early at a Saturdays day. But well, I just couldn't sleep. I tipped out of my bed and went to the bathroom. I took a hot shower and got dressed. For I had nothing to do, I took a look at some colleges that the internet provided. As always, there was nothing that I was interested in. I didn't even have an idea in what I was interested in. So, no studying, that was my decision for a year. I'll do what I want, feel the taste of freedom and then I'll get to the serious stuff.
When I was completely out of ideas what to do, I looked at my timepiece and it showed that it was time to go to the post office and send my story to the place where it would get diagnosed.

So, how did you like it ? What do you think about it? Tell it in your review! It won't ask you even a minute!
By the way, my home language isn't english. He he. Nice, huh ? I'm from Latvia. That's in Europe. ^^
Look it up on google. I speak Latvian.

P.S. If I had some grammar mistakes, put them up in your review too. If you want to, of course. :)