So I'm changing the whole story. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. So expect lots of changes. The characters are all the same as they're supposed to be.
I don't own Twilight Stephanie Meyer does...
The moon was shining brightly for once, not a single cloud in the sky. The stars dancing joyously at being able to be seen by the earth dwellers known as humans. The creatures and critters of the forest sleeping as they await the new dawn approaching. The only sound that could be heard was the branches and leaves dancing in the cool breeze as the wind waved.
In a small town there laid a two story house by a street, its two neighbors house a good five minute walk both ways, the backyard nothing but a forest. Its white paint chipping here and there. A police cruiser and an old beat up red Chevy truck rested thier weary tires on the driveway side by side. The porch light was on for any dwellers that came by.
Inside, the house gave a warm cozy feeling. As soon as you entered the house you were in a small hallway with two entrances, one staircase leading upwards to the second floor and a closet under the stairs. The first entrance to the left lead to a small kitchen fit for four. The kitchen looked a bit rundown from the paint, but everything else looked new. From the stove to the refrigerator and tables and chairs. The second entrance was straight ahead from the front door opening up into the living room. There was a couch and a lazy boy in front of a TV with a coffee table laying in between. A stand to the right of the couch. A bookcase behind the couch filled with pictures and books.
The staircase leading up to the second floor had three bedrooms and one bathroom.The first bedroom to the left had stickers of vulgar language everywhere and 'Do Not Enter' sign in the middle of the door. The second bedroom to the left had nothing on the door but had that parent vibe. The third bedroom in front of the stairs was also vacant of stickers and posters.
In this one particular room, a girl sat staring out her window. Her brunette hair unkempt, her clothes disheveled and her face stained by dry tears. Her room a light purple and white furniture meshed together with her black covers made on her bed. In her right hand she was holding what looked like a russet wolf made from wood and a wedding ring. In her left, held a letter of an acceptance.
Hey guys so thats as far as I can get today. I'm about to head into work here in a bit. Let me know what you think of the chapter.
