Hi y'all! Told you I'd be back in April. So I'm editing the three chapters I have and then continuing the story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did, I'd be publishing this, not posting on Fanfiction.
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"I told you Carlisle, he's too young! I'm worried about him. He has no friends outside of the family. He's only fifteen." I hear Esme whisper as I leave the house.
"We said the same thing about Edward too, and look how he is now! I'm sure we're worried for nothing," Carlisle says back. At least he said it without whispering. Esme tends to forget about small stuff, like the fact we all have super hearing and whispering is pointless. We have to move soon again and this time, I would do it gladly. Too many memories were of love were here and it sickened me. Sure, I understand how important Edward meeting Bella was, but surely I don't need to hear the story ten thousand times. I have a perfect memory for goodness sake! I remember it fine the first time it was told. Besides, love is gross. I swung out the window and nearly took out the tree across the river in my anger. I had to admit though, the hunting was excellent in Forks. I heard it was better when they family was there second time, before I came. I heard many stories of Charlie, Bella's dad, Bella and Edward's high school, and etc. It's all still here. Even years later, it's all here.