Disclaimer: Despite common belief I don't actually own Twilight, or any of the characters. As soon as I do, I let all of you know personally.
Here's my story. BTW! Everyone's human. Enjoy.
Hidden Things
Preface
He can't be dead.
"He CAN'T be dead!"
Impossible. He can't be.
He just can't.
"I'm so sorry Isabella."
I'm so sorry. Those three meaningless words. Why does he waste words in insincere apologies?
"I'm not going to be left with her! You can't make me!"
"Don't pretend you care. No need for pretenses. You can't make me live with her and no one else can either!" Rage and sadness boiled within me.
"I'm telling you Isabella, there is no other option. Why would you be sent away from your family?" "This means she'll have to be around me, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Isabella. It's what your father would want."
I was to angry to tell him I'm called Bella, not Isabella
"Don't you dare. Don't you dare say that! You have no idea what my father would want. Don't pretend you do, or care what he would want."
"Your mother isn't that bad. You should be grateful."
"You haven't lived with her, you wouldn't know, Mayor Whippleshine."
"I'm sure your mother will help you get over, er, through this."
"Oh, of course in public she will. Privately she doesn't care either."
"You're angry and upset. I understand that, but you shouldn't say such things about your family."
"My father is my family, not that hag." And I stalked out of his office.
About the mayor's name. . . I dunno, I've always wanted to name someone 'Whippleshine' Please don't ask. the chapy for thsi are pretty long, and I've got a lot already written. so there. I wonder how many people actually read these authors notes. If you read these, when you review write 'banana smoothie' at the end of it or something.