This is my second story but its probably still bad. please forgive me if it is. and review on how I can improve. Oh and as a warning my stories are a bit OOC, so beware.
Disclaimer for whole story: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight
Rosalie's point of view
The Lovers twirled in the darkness of the old ballroom hoping to never be found.
I couldn't help but glare at her from across the parking lot.
'She's nothing but a plain, old, ugly…ugly…person?'
'Stupid Jasper!' I silently fumed in my head as my distaste disappeared.
But it came flooding back once I saw Bella making her way over to be with my family.
'How I wouldn't love to wrap my fingers around her scrawny neck and wring her like a chicken!' Years of practice let me think freely, while keeping a face of indifference plastered in place. All these years my freedom was due to Edward's ignorance of my mind.
My anger continued to rage that I almost didn't feel Jasper's arm pressing against mine. I felt my thoughts subside and the sense of tranquility wrap around me.
Today my emotions seemed to be getting the best of me and venting was something I didn't even do as a human. But now seemed like a great time to start and I knew who had wanted me to try this and would happily oblige to listen.
An odd feeling bubbled within me as I watched my family. Edward was holding Bella in a protecting hold, Alice chatting with him, and Emmett teasing Bella. The feeling was growing and it wouldn't stop.
Without disturbing our contact Jasper turned to me and gave me a small smile that spoke to me in a way no one else knew. I spoke back with my own gentle smile, reserved for him.
'He's right the Hale's don't fit well with the Cullen's.'
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