I don't own Twilight or anything having to do with it. I just had this idea in my head and I had to get it out. This is my first story up here. I'm only 17 and I'm not the best writer; my English teacher will tell you that. I don't expect reviews or anything. I just come up here to read. And now, I guess, to write. If you have any suggestions, I'm all for them. Criticism is fine too. Well, this is my version of Nessie's life. Each song brings back a memory of her's. If you have any songs you want me to do one for, I surely will. This is going off of my own Ipod, so if you don't like the songs I'm sorry, just give me some that you do like. Okay, sorry. I tend to babble. Here you go. :)
I Know Exactly What I'm Going to Do
Nessie's POV
I sat down on the couch. Well, sprawled is more like it, but either way I was comfortable. I had a day all to myself and I was going to enjoy it. Not that I didn't want to be with Jacob every single second of every single day, but I knew he had pack business to attend to. With all my other family in Alaska, I had no one to spend the day with. So, why not relax and take a mental health day?
I knew right then and there that I knew exactly what I was going to do. I jumped off the couch. Of course, with my genes from my mother, I caught my left foot on the coffee table and tripped, but I happened to catch myself right before my body landed full-force on the hardwood floor. Once again, I leapt up and dashed to the bedroom me and Jacob shared.
Once inside the room, I sprinted to the giant closet. I knew exactly where it was. I threw at least seventeen other cardboard boxes out of my way until I found the one I was looking for. The one labeled "Nessie's First Year." I looked at it with such awe. I mean, I was only eight, technically, but I looked to be about 22. The perfect age. But the box, covered in dust and spider webs, looked to be much older. The edges were crinkled and one corner had a giant hole in it.
I peered inside to see all the things that had been long forgotten. Some clothes, pictures, and things of that nature, but what I really wanted was crammed into the corner. I picked it up. I pressed the power and much to my delight, it was fully charged. The little black MP3 player Daddy had given me for my first Christmas. It had been filled with the most amazing songs and today I was going to listen to everyone of them.