I know the other chapter was a lot like twilight, but that was just the first chapter. It changes. Hope you enjoy! Stephenie Meyer owns everyone!
Chapter two
"I really didn't understand what his problem was!" I complained, sitting on alice's bed, doing homework. "I mean, is it so hard to manage a quick "hello" to be polite? And do I smell bad to you?" Alice shook her head. I sighed. "well, I have to go, but see you tomorrow. Want me to drive you to school?" I asked. "Actually, Jasper Cullen is driving me to school." she replied, giddily. I smiled. At least someone's happy today. "well, bye." I said quickly, before driving home.
"Hi dad, how was work?" I asked, walking in. "Fine." he said, his eyes glued to the game on TV. "I had dinner at alice's house." I called, going upstairs. I plopped my stuff on The floor and took a shower.
I decided to read a little. I pulled wuthering heights out from under my bed.
After about two hours of reading, I put down my book and went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to the birds singing outside. Sadly, no sun. I got ready and grabbed an apple, before driving to school. I got to school in five minutes. A little earlier than I thought, so I pulled out my iPod and studied for awhile. I guess I zoned out for awhile because the next thing I knew, people were screaming and a truck was swerving in my direction. I looked up in surprise, bracing myself. When out of nowhere, Edward pushed me out of the way and held out his hand to soften the truck. He must have been crazy, but he didn't look worried. The truck hit his hand and stopped. STOPPED! Edward wasn't holding his hand in pain either. His hand looked undamaged. I stared in shock. Slowly, Edward turned to face me. He picked me up, put me in his car and drove me to the hospital.
"well, Bella, there's nothing broken," Dr Carlisle said. I sighed in relief. "But," he continued. "we do have bad news. That can't be good. "you have a disease. It..." he hesitated. "It takes over inside your body. It paralyzes your red blood cells so that they can't fight the disease. We're working on a cure for it, but so far, we have nothing." I stared in shock and I could feel my eyes start to tear up. "H-how long d-do I have?" I asked, quietly. Carlisle looked at me, as if to ask "do you really want to know?" I nodded. "Three months." he mumbled. That's when I fell apart. I fell back into the chair and started crying. Dr Carlisle sat next to me trying to comfort me. "c-can you n-not tell an-anyone?" I asked between sobs. "my lips are sealed" he replied. "thanks." I said, wiping my eyes and grabbing my bag. I left the hospital and drove home. My mind was numb as I processed the information. I had three months left to live. Three months to fulfill my life goals. Three months left with family and friends. Three months left of Bella..