**Hello everyone! I have decided to write a Twilight story now. I seem to be making my way through all of the different fandoms slowly. I will be continuing my other stories, but I had to get this out of my head because it was driving me crazy, or crazier. Anyway, enjoy**
*Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor do I plan on profiting from this story in any way shape or form.*
A hush settled over the gathered crowd as a middled aged man approached the microphone. The air was thick and heavy, creating a somber mood in the large gymnasium. Every few moments someone would shift in their seat, uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere. Many in attendance questioned their presence, but it was mandatory for all students. An annoying screeching sound echoed throughout the room as the microphone was adjusted and principal Skinner addressed the gathered crowd, "Good afternoon, students. It with a heavy heart that I stand before you today. One of your fellow students passed away last night," murmurs broke out from the students gathered, but they quieted down to hear who it was. "Breanna Tanner, or more affectionately known as Bree, was a junior here at Forks High. She enjoyed writing stories and listening to music. Her 17th birthday was going to be next week. Her parents informed us that Bree was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago, and after nearly a year in remission she succombed to her illness." Principal Skinner took a deep breath and held up the notebook that was given to him by Bree's parents. He was hesitant to read Bree's words at first, but the message that was written deserved to be shared. Taking one more steadying breath he addressed his students once more, "In my hands is Bree's notebook. She wrote a farewell of sorts to all of you, and her parents have asked that I read it today."
To my fellow students,
You don't know me. I was never popular, I had no special talent, I wasn't the smartest person, and I wasn't overly pretty. I was invisible to all of you, but it allowed me to see things that many of you miss, or take for granted. High school is a confusing time in our lives. Many are tryin to fit in, some going to great lengths just to be popular, and others try their best to stand out. Some of you hide who you are, or push away you feelings because you're scared of being rejected.
Some of you have talents that you hide and I think that is sad. You should be proud of what you can do. I'm sure none of you know that Alice Brandon is a fantastic artist and has a sketchbook full of clothing designs. The girl in question ducked her head as everyone elses eyes flew to her. I saw her drawing in it one day and was blown away. Another surprise would be the fact that Rosalie Hale fixes cars in her spare time. Several gasps escaped at this news, mostly from the cheerleaders who were looking at their leader with a hint of disgust as she glowered toward the principal who was telling all in attendance of her extracurricular activities. I think that it is amazing that someone as beautiful as her enjoys such a messy hobby. It just goes to show you that you shouldn't judge someone on how they look.
Hiding your talent is a shame, but hiding how you truly feel is even worse, especially if the feeling is reciprocatied. The entire crowd shifted uncomfortably, wondering who she would mention now. Is it so wrong to like someone who isn't a part of you 'click'? Love is blind to high school drama. We don't choose who we want, our heart chooses for us. With that being said, if the popular rocker and shy bookworm want to be together then let them. Several heads turned toward Edward Cullen, who remained fixated on principal Skinner, while everyone else was trying to figure out what shy bookworm she was talking about. Love doesn't know social status, nor does it know gender apparently. I know that being a gay or lesbian teen is hard enough, but why can't they be happy just like everyone else? You know who you are, but I hope that you can one day find the courage to be proud of yourself and your partner.
My whole point to this letter is to let you all know that, in a few years, none of this will matter. Why wait years to be happy when you can start now. My life was cut short, but I hope that my death will help some of you to break free of your rules and stupid pride and allow you to be happy. Take risks sometimes, don't be afraid to love, enjoy the little things in life because they might not be there tomorrow, and embrace who you are because you are perfect. You only get one chance at life so make it count.
Bree Tanner
The gym was silent, save for a few sobs and whispered words of comfort. Principal Skinner stealthily wiped a few stray tears from his eyes before continuing, "Bree requested a song be played and several of our music students have kindly agreed to it." Principal Skinner walked over toward the rest of the staff to take his seat while the band set up. It only took a few minutes before they began to play, Angela Webber taking the microphone to sing while the rest of the band surrounded her.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the loving of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny, when you're dead how people start listening
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys
And I'll wear my pearls
Angela's voice broke as she finished off the song. Many in the audience were wiping tears from their eyes as they all filed out of the gymnasium, each lost in their own thoughts. Some merely contemplating Bree's words, and others planning on following her advice.
**Okay, so, I am planning on possibly continuing this story to show the effects of Bree's final message on everyone, but with how busy I am it might not be for a little bit, especially since I have two other stories that I am writing as well. I just couldn't get this story out of my head and had to at least start it. Let me know if you are interested in a continuation**