Remember Me
Bella's POV
My name is Isabella Swan just call me Bella though. It's been 6 years since that horrible day, im now 17 years old . The day my mother died the day I witnessed her getting shot. I think about it almost every day. The way my life was in Phoenix, the warm sunny weather, now Im in Forks, with my father Charlie, where it's almost never sunny always cold. Im now getting out of my rusted truck now for another day of school, I had just finished writing im my journal that I have been writing ever since that day. As always I was walking alone to homeroom. Nobody talks to me of even looks at me, the only time people notice me is when I fall flat on my face or when they trip me, but mostly im invisible. Today felt different though, like something new was going to happen. My thoughts were cut short by someone knocking into me when I bent down to pick up my books I noticed they were piled up in someone's hands. "Thanks," I said not looking up. "Your welcome" said a velvety voice say. I looked up to see beautiful emerald green eyes whoa when do I say someone's eyes are beautiful? "Um…thanks. Bye" I said awkwardly "wait," I heard him say "um, can you show where my next class is?" "Sure" I said. Turns out we had all are classes together. The rest of the day went as usual, went to classes, ate lunch, went home except Edward, what I learned his name was, talked to me in class. When I was at home I made Charlie dinner and put it in the frig because he wouldn't be home till later, when I want to do my homework I noticed my journal was missing, before I had time to panic there was a nock at the door that's strange no one ever comes her maybe Charlie forgot his key. When I opened the door I was not expecting to see Edward there holding my journal. "Um , I think I my have took this by mistake well I don't think you would have taken it on purpose but I wasn't going to say that out loud. "Ooh, thanks … do you want to come in its really cold out "sure" he answered with a little hesitation. After he came in we sat on the couch and talked for hours but it felt like I knew everything about him. He suddenly asked "I noticed that there was a picture of a woman on the cover of the journal I gave you." "And?" I asked "um who is she… you don't have to tell me" he said when he noted I hesitated " No its ok, that was my mom-" "was he asked "yea, well she still is . She was killed when I was 11 years old," '"How?" he said " well when I was 11 me and my mom were walking home from the movies and it was really dark out and nobody was around and we herd foot prints. I looked back and saw two men whispering to each other and they were following us , mom noticed and so we turned down an ally way than I herd a gun shot and my mom gasped," by now I was in tears " I noticed blood and then two men ran . I started crying because I dint no what to do. Started gasping for breath than I heard before she passed out she said 'I love you so much, go on with life and meet someone nice, but for now just remember me, forever.'"