Annabell pov (Bella's grand daughter)
I carefully walked up the stairs (trying not to trip over my feet) with the last of my possessions in a cardboard box. I'd recently moved in to my Uncle Jake's (A/Nnamed after jake) house, in a small country town of forks, Washington (that supposedly rains everyday of the year), where my great grandmother grew up with her parents, and with there parents I think.
I walked into my new bedroom it wasn't as big as my old bedroom but it would have to do, for now that is. I dumped the box on my bed and walked over to the window, the glass was fogged up from the coldness and out side it was raining. I sighed and walked back to my bed, and started to look through the box, mostly the box had photo albums that I found while I was packing at home.
At the very bottom of the box I pulled out a photo album that I didn't remember ever seeing before, yet alone packing, opening it up I saw photo after photo of inhumanly beautiful people all around my age, some a couple of years older.
One of the pictures caught my eye more than the others, it had an amazingly beautiful guy with bronze hair and what looked like gold eyes, standing with a girl but the guy wasn't the one who caught my attention it was the girl, it wasn't because she was amazingly beautiful like the others it was because she was she looked somewhat familiar, wait take that back she looked exactly like…well ME! I reached down to touch the photo, slowly I tracing around the girls features, this photo felt so familiar to me like I had been there, like I could all most hear the laughing in the background, it felt like a long forgotten memory I slipped the photo from the gold clip holding it in then turned it over in there was a date and to names scribbled in the corner
Isabella Marie swan
&
Edward Anthony Mason Cullen
2006
If someone came into my room at the moment it would have been a very comical scene, me staring at a photo with my eyes wide about to pop out and my mouth was hanging as far open as open as possible, the term my mother would have used would have been trying to catch flies.
Why hands were shaking all I could think of was how old this was, it was 100years old. I put the picture back into its gold clip, then looked out the window and to my surprise it was pick black outside and unfortunaly still raining.
Shit either it gets dark really quickly here or I've been up here for at least 3 hours. I threw the album back in the box, and slid it under the bed before I run out the room, I saw a shadow and some thing that looked like eyes out my window but by the time I got there it was gone, great I've been here 2 day and I all ready have a stalker I thought to myself.
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