Ask Abigail-
Jessica's Point of View, Before Bella
It was fifth hour English, right before lunch. The school newspaper had just come out, and my teacher dropped it onto each of our desks. We all moaned- the newspaper was so pathetic. The front-page article read something about how the logging around town was killing the bird's habitats. Lame-o. Didn't the newspaper already know that that had been happening for like, ever?
I was just about to crunch the whole thing up and stuff it into my bag until I saw something familiar. Under the listing of the staff was a name: Edward Cullen.
"Ohmigod!" I squealed.
Next to me sat Lauren, my best friend. We'd been friends since practically ever. I turned around to her, sitting directly behind me where she was carving her initials into her desk. Her newspaper was gone- I think she threw it at Tyler a minute ago. I poked her, and pointed to his name. "What?" She seemed exasperated, but then perked up immediately when she saw. "He's in the newspaper?"
I nodded excitedly. A man with the looks of a god and the brains of one too? I was so lucky.
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Edward Cullen and I weren't actually dating, I guess I should mention. However, he was the love of my life. The boy was like a god- his looks made me need to fan myself, and his dark, mysterious mannerisms were so sexy. I had been officially crushing on him for a month, and everyone knew that he was going to have to ask me out sooner or later. I had done everything right to let him know that I liked him- the winks, giggling, and uncontrollable flirting. But he never responded! Lauren and I figured that it was just his quiet and dark charm that made him not just flat out tell me of his own desires for me. Still, I was getting desperate.
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The night after I saw his name in the newspaper, I carried the paper home with me. I wanted to read what he had written it in, but I didn't think that reading the paper where I could be seen would be cool at all. The moment I reached my bedroom, I quickly locked the door. Next was the music- I had made a compilation that reminded me most of Edward. I flicked it on and the croons of John Mayer's 'You're Body Is a Wonderland' flooded the room. With a hop, I bounded to my bed and pulled out the newspaper. I skimmed the front page nervously; I prayed Edward wouldn't be dorky enough to write the front-page article. I giggled when I saw Eric Yorkie's name at the by line instead. I was almost tempted just to read it to tease him about it. However, I was a woman on a mission. I had to see which article Edward had written.
I had read headlines on each page, from next week's lunch menu to the health and beauty section, which lacked any new tips. In a moment of anguish, I picked up the phone. Maybe Lauren would have some suggestions.
The line was busy. I groaned, and tried her cell phone. She picked up, and I sighed with relief.
"Hey it's me. What's up?"
"Lauren! I can't find anything of Edward's in the paper. He's going to think I don't care about his-"
I was suddenly cut off.
"Yeah well I'm not here right now so give me another call later. Byeee!"
UGH. I had totally forgotten about Lauren's lame voice mail message. I clicked off the phone and sighed desperately. If I didn't find out what Edward wrote, he'd think that I didn't like him that much. And I would not give in to that risk.
There was one last column I had seen…the advice column, Ask Abigail. It was totally bogus most of the time, with only the lamest people in there. I had never actually really read it, but I figured the whole concept of it was lame enough.
Dear Abigail,
For the last two hours, my heart has been torn from my chest, lying mangled in the hands of my lover. My boyfriend and I had been going out, (steady mind you) for the last six periods, fourteen minutes, coming onto…thirty seconds. In Pre-Algebra, he texted me saying that he was dumping me! I couldn't believe it. What do I do?
Signed, Loving on Aaron in Algebra
Dear Abigail,
I have a case of foot fungus. It's not that bad- just a bit of odor. But my boyfriend refuses to rub them now, he says he got some of the fungus stu-
"Ewww!" I screamed as I dropped the paper. The second letter was totally disgusting, but I felt for the first one. I kept reading, and the advice actually made… sense. Whoever wrote this column had extremely good knowledge on the boys and girls. They were sweet and sensitive too. Almost like Angela, I thought.
Then, in a stroke of genius, I had created a plan. Lauren had bailed on me, and I was totally alone. I needed advice about Edward desperately. There was so much chaos in our relationship, and we really needed to settle it out.
Which is why I began to write my letter to Abigail.
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The newspaper said to drop off all letters under Mr. Hamilton's door. I knew it was going to weird trying to make sure not to be seen, (my social status could be demolished if I were seen getting advice from someone called Abigail) but it was a risk I had to take. Not for just myself, but for both Edward and I. I knew he would thank me eventually.
I woke up early to sneak to school. I had hidden the envelope away in a thick envelope, and marked it to 'Abigail'. I had a cover story made in case I was to be caught- but none of my friends would ever go to school early. The halls were clear, and my procession to Mr. Hamilton's room was smooth. Once I reached his door though, a hum of voices greeted me. I bit my tongue nervously, and I knew I had to decide now whether to drop it and run, or leave and never know what would become of Edward and I.
I slid the letter under the door and ran.
On the opposite side of the door, Edward picked up a letter. At first he was confused, but then instantaneously he smiled. He tucked the letter away in a pocket.
Author's Note: I had to publish this one: it was so much fun to write! I'm not so sure whether it's a one-shot or not, but I do have ideas for a chapter story. Let me know what you think in your reviews!! :) Thanks so much for reading.