Bella's POV

"You must accept yourself as an equal to your role models. You must say that anything is possible if you have the support. And you must believe that you can do anything. Then, and only then, will you be able to uncover the pathway that is your future." I sighed as I looked at my messy scrawl. I turned to Angela who was staring at me with the weirdest expression on her face.

"That's kind of lame, isn't it?" I asked her with a small smile.

"No! It's not that bad." She said, seemingly shocked. "We can work on it and I am sure it will start sounding better! We can improve it by adding to it? And... maybe...we could... start over?"

I laughed. "Dont be afraid to offend me Angela, this is our speech. Hey, do you mind if we continue this later on in the week? It is just that Charlie will be home in an hour and I have to start his dinner."

"Sure Bella, I will see you on Monday!" Angela said, cheerful as always.

I opened the door to a terrible sight. I dreaded times like these, and I had to take a massive, deep breath to steady myself. Then I stepped out, into the pouring rain.

"See you Angela!" I yelled back to her. I turned around to wave to her, but I couldn't see the door through the heavy rain. Hesitantly I began to walk towards my truck, taking each step with care. I nearly made it without slipping, but when you are as clumsy as I am, things don't work like that. About 3 steps away from my truck, I tripped over a pebble and went hands first onto the wet concrete. Damn it. I stood back up carefully, cursing at the stupid pebble. I mean, what was it doing there in the first place? Pebbles belong around plants and as part of gravel surfaces. Not concrete! I slammed the truck door shut forcefully, and embraced my warm, dry truck. I set off home at a slow speed. I was not going to crash today and put Charlie through that worry. The rain made it hard to see more than 4 metres in front, and I stopped numerous times, just to be safe.

When I finally made it home, I was stressing. I hadn't even started dinner yet, and Charlie would be home in half an hour. I needed to get a move on, so I all but ran inside. Not a good idea. Once again I slipped, but I didn't have an object to blame it on this time. It was my own foot. I unlocked, went inside, got changed and began dinner.

I was chopping the garlic when I realised how blunt the knife really was. It was an old thing, given to my father when he got married to my mum. And now it was starting to show its age. I had had to sharpen it way too many times since I had arrived in forks, so I made a mental note to speak to Charlie about the option of investing in a real knife. I picked it up and set about doing the boring job of sharpening it. As I sharpened, I began to think. I thought of what Edward would say if he could see me right now. He would probably insist on doing it himself instead, so that I didn't run the minimal risk of cutting myself. I sighed, he was so over-protective. My personal god would be here soon. Esme had dragged him into repainting his bedroom today, and he was not happy about it. When I asked Esme if I was able to come too, she abruptly said no. I was a bit hurt when she said that, but Edward quickly reassured me that it wouldn't take long. There was something in his eyes when he said that, and it made me wonder if he was doing something more than what he said. But no, Edward always tells me the truth. I quickly pushed that thought aside. I looked at the clock and saw that Charlie would be home any minute now. And following soon after would be Edward. I smiled as I recalled his beautiful face, his beautiful hair, and his beautiful everything. I loved when he flashed that crooked smile at me, and the thought of it gave me butterflies. He was just too perf-

"OUCH!" I yelled, as I felt sudden pain in my arm. I had slipped while sharpening the knife, because I was too lost in my fantasies. I quickly put down the knife in the sink as to avoid any more injuries. I chanced a look at my arm and instantly regretted it. There was blood everywhere, but the sight wasn't what caught my attention. It was the smell. The stench of the blood made my stomach churn, and the walls around me began to spin. The last thing I thought of before I collapsed was how the meat was going to burn in the pan.