Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. *sob*
Chapter 3
The next day, I ran out to grab the newspaper and I noticed the headline. It said:
Murdered: Angela Weber
This morning, the police found the body of Angela Weber, age 18, near the river.
They suspect an animal attack. More on page 27.
I called for the girl. When she got down here, I asked "What's your name?" She smiled and said "Bree."
I frowned and said "Bree, I read the newspaper and it said there was a girl who was killed by an animal.
I don't believe it. How could you?" She started to sob and muttered "I was thirsty. I couldn't help myself."
"You are grounded for another 3 months!" I shouted. She shot out the door like a bullet.
The next morning, while I got ready to head to work, Bree came up beside me and said "I'm sorry. I won't
do it again." I turned and smiled at her. "It's don't do it again, or I may have to get rid of you."
She turned to me with a scared expression. "You wouldn't do that, would you?" She asked me. I said
"If I need to, I will. So you better behave."
I got into my silver Volvo and drove to work. The class did really well. At lunch, the office called me.
I answered. "Hello?" Hi, Ms. Swan. You have a visitor." "Oh. Okay. Bye." I ran down to the office.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw who it was.
