Letters to my Lover
Chapter 1
The Project
Bpov
It's been a month, a long, lonely, sad month.
I miss him.
That's all there is to it.
The bell rang
I got up from my seat in social studies and made my way towards my creative writing class.
"Ok guys, I have good news." Mr. Chenn said as they all got seated from talking and mingling about.
A hush of silence fell over the class
"I got the response from that school in Kenai and they accepted my request to have one of there senior creative writing class to be in a pen pall project with us!"
Were we really doing this? I did this like in first grade with a high school student. Well I did enjoy writing to a complete stranger and then meeting them. It was pretty cool.
"We'll have topics every so often for you talk about with your pen pall. I'll give your topic on Mondays, you'll have up to the next Friday to turn in you letter, not that Friday but the next,–and that's more than enough time to write and complete your letter- you'll read your pen palls letters on Monday after you sent them, then in 2 weeks I'll give you your new topic.
"This time around your topic is to describe yourselves and what you think of the project.
"And guys I want you to take the project seriously. I want you to be able think of your pen pall as some one you can trust and be truly honest with. You don't know them and they don't know you so what the worst that can happen."
As Mr. Chenn was saying how we didn't know them he was staring strait at me. When I met his gaze he quickly looked away.
"Ok, so there is a list of your names and your partner's names at the back of the room. So you can see who you'll be writing to the rest of the year and then we'll have a silent study hall."
When Mr. Chenn finished talking and the room broke out in chatter as everyone rushed to the back of the room.
I stayed seated waiting for the mess, which was once called the back of the room, to die down.
A little wile later Jessica, who sat across from me, was whispering to Lauren.
"Now since are last names are like right next to each other in the alphabet I just so happen to read who her pen pall is"
Once Jessica noticed I was staring she whispered something to Lauren that I couldn't pick up.
Lauren's eyes practically popped out of her head.
"Nooo, you don't mean.
I was out of my seat by then
Why should I have cared about what they were gossiping about now?
But for some reason I was sick to my stomach to find out who was my partner.
Swan…Swan…Swan…Swan, Isabella… NO!
Epov
Our family had relocated to Kenai, Alaska right off of the Kenai Spur Hwy on a little farm.
That's how it started out, all seven of us, together, family, but not hole. We were all missing something. A daughter, a sister, a friend, call it what ever you must but I lost my sole, my life, my one true…other, one, love, everything.
It started with Rosalie and Emmet.
Emmet was missing how Bella could find anything to trip over in a clean room when Rosalie confronted him and said she had enough of all the sadness in the house and that they were going on a little trip to just focus on them.
Then Alice and Jasper.
Alice was watching 'What not to Wear" when she turned off the TV and ran to Jasper, who had just walked through the door after he had accompanied on a hunting trip, and begged him to take her on a vacation a way from malls.
Now it's just me, Carlisle and Esme.
I'm posing as a senior so I could somehow graduate with Bella.
Bella the lovely Bella.
She influenced most of my actions here.
Because of her I'm sitting in a creative writing class right now for I know at one point in this dreadful day she will too.
My crazy teacher was at the moment looking for the surprise for this class that she have been planning for. It was some pen pall project involving a school from another state. She forgot where and is looking for the information paper that is currently in her bottom left hand drawer under her eight day old meatball sandwich.
I know this because I remember her practically yelling at herself in her mind on Friday "Under sandwich, Under sandwich, UNDER SANDWICH."
Currently the class was going wild throwing paper airplanes and spitballs
One girl, Sammy, will get up the nerve and ask me out to the Halloween Ball in 3…2…1…
"Hey, Edward?"
"NO Sammy." I don't care if it was rude. I just don't care any more
There's the paper! Oh there's meatball all over it! I'll have to make a new copy
I sighed sat up in my chair and stared at Miss. Abby
Wow as if he actually knew I was ready.
"Um… ok guys… guys…SHUT IT. Thanks so I have an announcement. This class will be participating in a pen pall project with," she held the paper closer to her face the meatball sandwich had fallen out over the name of the town so she couldn't tell us where.
"A school" that got some giggles from my class mates.
"Anyways you'll be getting topics to talk to your pen pall about and it WILL be due at a certain time so no dilly dolling
"Um Mitch can you run next door and make a copy? Thanks.
So Mitch is making a copy of yours and your partner's name so… oh thanks Mitch
So just come up to me and I'll tell you your partner"
It was finally my turn
"Ok let's see Cullen, Cullen, Cullen OH here we are"
I froze
I saw it in her head, the paper, as clear as black and white.
I didn't know what to think.
"Ok Mr. Cullen your pen pall is the lovely Isabella Swan