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Bella's POV
Bzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Slam.
"Stupid alarm clock." I groan. I squint and sigh. 6:00 whoopie...
...shower etc...
It's 6:30 and I'm making breakfast. Scrambled eggs, CoCo Wheats and some toast. I make enough for Charlie too and by 7, he's down here scarfing his breakfast. I sit in silence and eat my food. Ignoring the looks Charlie gives me. I'm better! I'm whole! I'm over him! At least I just need him to think that. And he does.
I clean the plates after we're done and by 7:30 I'm out the door on my way to school. As my old girl protest on the way there I see some kid struggling with some motorcycles. I stop and ask if he needs help.
"No, I'm fine. I just needed to get them this far so I can get someone to pick them up and take them to a dump. "
For some odd reason I'm sad. These two motorcycles don't deserve to be thrown away and forgotten. They could use a really good scrub but they'd look nice eventually. And even before I know what I'm doing, "I'll take 'em" I hear burst out of my mouth. What?! What am I doing? I don't ride death traps?! I already have a hard enough time living.
But before I can take it back the kid smiles and says " Cool! My mom will be real happy. That way we don't have to pay anyone to haul it to the junk yard. Let me load them in the bed of your truck! What are you gonna do with them?"
As he loads them up I say "I don't know. Hey! What's your name?"
"Matt! And your...?"
"Bella."
"Well that should do it. Thanks for taking them off my hands, Bella! Bye."
Well now what do I do? Maybe... Well. I can't take them home. Charlie would freak out. And I can't take them to school because Charlie would know by lunch time what I was up too. What was I up to? I have no idea what I intended to do with these. I guess I could... Oh! Jacob! I could stash them at his house. And be late to school? Who am I kidding. I'll just skip it for a day.
I'm sorry for such short chapters. Just trying to find my groove and how to advance the plot.