Preface:
With a smile, I put the book I was holding down. The apple on the front was totally deep, I decided. I had just finished reading the book jacket. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I never gave much thought to how I would die— though my definitely not-abusive boyfriend who, according to the book jacket, a vampire. Even if I had imagined dying, I never considered that it would be like this.
Holding my breath— and God I hated breathing! Vampires don't need to breathe! Every time I took a breath, it reminded me that I couldn't sparkle— became harder and harder. Then, I inhaled.
"Darn!" I cried, trying to hide my chagrin. The dark eyes of my hunter were glazed over with confusion. Actually, it could've been constipation, thirst for my freesia-scented blood, or the used tampon I kept in my pocket, in case Edmund, my hot boyfriend, ever got hungry.
Surely, it was a good way to die, in the place of someone I loved. In fact, it was noble. That should count for something, right?
If I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't have been facing death. Even so, I couldn't find it in myself to regret it. The book jacket told me to fall in love, and that was what I would do. When life offers you the opportunity to become famous through near-death, it's not reasonable to grieve when the fame is about to reach a climax.
In a friendly way, the evil-psycho-killer smiled as he strolled over to me, ready to make me famous.
I tried to hide my chagrin.
I loved to misuse that word so much.