Angela the Witch
I was inspired to write this, because of the line were Bella said that if Angela was a witch she could join the party, too.
Hello I hate Mike, but it wouldn't work from any other view.
Mike sucks. A lot. I hate him. Why won't he and Jacob disappear!!!!!!
MPOV
Mike's Turn
I walked through the door to lunch. I sat at the usual spot with Angela, Tyler, Lauren, Jessica, Eric, Ben, and Bella…
How I loved her. Yet, she keeps rejecting me. I try and try and get nothing back…
It's all that dumbass's fault. Edward Cullen. How I hated him. I bet, if he didn't exist, she would love me.
Then again there was that big guy, Jacob Black. She loved him, too. If only they didn't exist.
"So Mike, what are you doing this weekend for your eighteenth birthday?" asked the voice of an angel.
Why was Edward snickering? Weird….
"My dad's taking me to Seattle tomorrow and then my party is on the next day. You all got the invitations right?"
"Actually, I never got one." That's because you weren't invited idiot! Why was he starring at me? He's scary….
NOW HE'S SMILING, WHAT THE HECK! It's like he can read my mind or something… NOW HE'S LAUGHING FOR NO REASON!
"Mike. Mike"
"Huh?"
" Edward didn't get invited."
"Oh… right here you go."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." I hate you!!!
"Well, bye."
"You've barely touched your food, though."
"I'm not hungry."
I ran all the way to my locker. Why! Why didn't she like me!
Great now my locker won't open!!! Ahhh! I screamed in my head as I punched my locker.
Then it happened. My arm went through the locker without any pain, leaving a hole in my locker. This was scary…. I punched it again and had the same result, plus two holes in my locker.
I ran out of the building, terrified of what had happened. What did this mean?
I ran to my car and opened the door. It flew off of the car. Too weird! I got in the car and slammed on the gas. The pedal broke.
I got out and decided to run home. Then something else happened. Everything went blurry. I was running super fast!
Could this day be any weirder? Instead of going home I kept running. I didn't care where I went, just away.