Sorr guys this is not a new chapter, but something new. My friend Jess and I are writing a story and this is a preview of it. If you guys like it, please review it and tell us and we'll post it on fanfiction. (And the main character is related to Bella, so thats how it's related: ) So here you go and I will hopefully update the actuall story soon!

"Happy birthday Terri!" My parents shouted joyfully as I opened my eyes.

"Hello" I said, rubbing my eyes. My mother flipped what little hair she had out of her face and kissed my forehead.

"So what does my big thirteen year old want for breakfast?"

"Blueberry pancakes!" My dad pulled me into a bear hug.
"I can't believe my little girl's thirteen today! God I'm getting old!" My mother laughed. We all walked down to the kitchen, where there was a box wrapped and topped with a ribbon, sitting on the table. My dad wrapped his arm around my mom's waist and they were both smiling. I ran to the table, but before I could even make the slightest rip, my mother let out a grunt.

"Elizabeth, what's a matter?" My father asked my mother. She didn't respond and slumped against his shoulder. "Terri, call 911!" My father shouted. I dialed the phone and a female voice answered.

"Hello, Saint Luke's hospital, how may I help you?" She said pleasantly.

"My mom fainted or something, we need an ambulance!" She asked me my address and in a few minutes, I heard sirens. Two men barged in with a stretcher and my dad laid my mom on it.

"Terri, stay here. I'll call you if anything happens." My fathers gaze met mine "It will be okay." I nodded, and they were gone. This wasn't the first time this happened, my mother has leukemia. She's been better though, the chemo therapy has started to shrink it. That's why her hair is so short; she lost it all when the chemo started. But now it's started to grow back a little bit. Even though this wasn't the first time, it was still just as scary. Tears flew from my eyes. They said she was getting better. I made my way to the table and I pulled the paper off the package. It was a beautiful laptop, state of the art. There was a card with it. I stuck my finger under the tab and slowly opened the card.

"Happy birthday sweetie! Love dad." It read on the left side of the card. On the right, there was another message.

"Happy birthday my angel, you are now 13 years old. Remember I always will love you, no matter what happens, and I will always be with you. Love Mom." More tears escaped. I don't know how long I cried, but it was dark when the phone finally rang.

"Hello?" I asked breathlessly. My father sniffed.

"Terri, she's dead."

Elizabeth Robertson

Loved Sister, Daughter, Mother, and Wife.

1964-2005

I sighed as I stood at the foot of my mother's grave. It's been 2 years now since she died, and yet I still can't get over myself about it. If people say that time heals everything, then I could vouch that it wasn't true. I wrapped my arms around myself, as it started to rain. Again I sighed, but this time out of disappointment instead of sorrow. I wanted to stay here longer, to be -to me anyway- "with" my mom. But anyone who knows me knows that I can't stand the rain. Or the snow. Or the wet. Or the cold.

I tried to think on my way home. Of what? Nothing unparticular. Anything that wasn't about my mother. Actually, no. I was focusing on thinking about everything other than my life in general. I tried not to think about this daily, but purposely let the memories and thoughts flow when I went to my mother's grave. I had always gone there to think, but weather cut my time short, so I salvaged the alone time to think out everything that I didn't while I was there. Because I was deep in thought, I wasn't really paying much attention to my surroundings, so I didn't hear footsteps coming towards me and my name being called until they were almost caught up with me.

"Terri!" I jerked my head back into reality and over in the direction the sound was coming from. My friend, Matt, was walking at a faster pace, smiling and waving as I took notice to him. I smiled and waved back, while slowing my pace before I completely stopped.

"Hey Matt" Irritation hinted my tone, but he didn't catch it. Not like I didn't want to see him, but at the moment I really just wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

"Hey Terri, what's up?" We started walking again as he said this.

"Nothing much, just thinking," It was a harmless enough answer.

"Oh really? What about?" I hesitated before answering.

"Nothing much." That seemed to please him for now.

"Oh ok,"

"What about you?" Anything to keep the subject off of me.

"Well…." Yes, keep talking. "Jen broke up with me." Wow. Wasn't expecting that.

"Oh Matt I'm so sorry." I tried to sound as sorry as I could, but it was hard. I really hated Jen. She was a bitch on so many levels.

"It's okay; I was going to dump her soon anyway. I was apparently to 'uncool'." Typical Jen. "Terri, why are you always in the grave yard. It can't be fun for you. And it's probably not healthy. Your mother would want you to get on with your life by now."

"Matt, I got over her death last year. I like visiting the grave. It's like visiting the dead. I want to talk to the dead someday and maybe I'll talk to my mom"

"Terri! Listen to yourself! You sound like a lunatic." He then looked down at his watch. "Terri, you know it's five right? Don't you have to be home?"

"OH MY GOD! Bye Matt!"

I started running towards my house. Apparently I was going to have to think later. Trying to catch my breath, I opened the front door quietly, hoping that maybe my dad wouldn't notice I just got in. I walked to the kitchen. Where was he? Before I could come up with an answer, I was hit from behind in the back of my legs. I instantly fell to the ground, covering my head and face as more blows were received.

"God dad, I'm sorry!"

"You're SORRY?" The punches still came.

"Yes! Yes! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" The hits slowed, but didn't stop completely.

"You're LATE Terri. AGAIN. What's the problem? Why can't you just come home from school without fooling around? Is it THAT hard to just come home?" Yes it is. Because any SANE person would never come back to a home where an abusive father was waiting for them. That's what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to open my mouth.

"No" I said flatly.

"Then what's the problem?" You.

"Nothing. I was just a little late today." By now the punches have stopped, and I went to go stand, before I was shoved back down to the floor.

"Don't go anywhere; I'm not done with you yet." The way he said "done with you" and not "done talking with you" made me wince. There would be more hits.

"Dad I'm sorry, I was helping a friend cope with a loss." Okay not really, but it hopefully will stall him.

"I don't care about your friend. He'll get over it." And he swatted his hand once more across my face with a loud 'SMACK'. "Go to your room and don't you dare come out until morning." Great, no dinner for me again! But there was always three year old Halloween candy to eat. Yum. As I ran up the stairs, I thought of my mother. Since she died, this happens every day. I always have bruises and cuts, and I'm always being questioned about them. I have told no one for fear of a brutal beating. I opened the door to my plain white room with no windows. My plain mattress was on the floor pushed against the south wall, and my clothes were folded and piled neatly in the corner because I didn't have a dresser. My laptop was on top of my mattress charging. When my mom first died, my dad went bezerk. Along with the beatings, he had stripped my room of everything except these few things. The laptop was a birthday present I got from my mom and dad. That year was also the year that she had died. Naturally, I would've thought that, like everything else, it would've been taken from me, but to my surprise, he let me keep it.

I sat on my bed (if that's what you want to call it) and flipped my laptop open. I opened a program and started typing.

April 29, 2007

Nothing new at school. I went to see mom today after school. I really needed to anyway. Unfortunately it started raining, so I didn't get to stay as late as I wanted to. Another thing was Matt. I saw him while I was walking home. He's worried about me you know. He's worried about how much I go visit mom. He says it's not healthy. Haha, he's probably right, to any normal person, I go there way too much. But for me, it seems like it's never enough. Anyway, I was late home again, and you know what that means. He wasn't as bad tonight, so I'm okay. But he sent me to my room for the night, so no dinner. That really stinks though, I'm really hungry. I didn't have time for breakfast this morning and I NEVER eat the school lunches. Even if I had money to buy them, I never would eat them. They're so gross. (And half the time, I'm not even sure if there's any edible anything in the stuff they serve) Well, I should go. I have things that need to be done (and things that I want to do too) so talk later, bye.

I saved and closed out of the program, then opened another. It was my e-mail. I clicked on my inbox and found 3 new messages there. 1 was from Matt, another from my friend Robyn, and the third was an ad from some company. I deleted the ad first, and then went on to Matt's e-mail. I sighed as I scrolled through the e-mail. It was chain letter. Matt knows that I hate them. I hit the reply button and started typing:

Matt, I love you, but please, PLEASE don't send me chain letters!!! I hate them and you know it.

I hit the send button and deleted the message, but before I could open the other email, one from Matt popped in the inbox. I opened Matt's new email before Robyn's, knowing that if I didn't answer back right away, he would be yelling.

Sorry, but you know I get like that. If I don't send them then I get kind of freaked. Sorry again. 

I hit the reply button.

It's okay, but could you send them to someone else? I'm not mad or anything, but they get kind of annoying after awhile. To me they're like crappy advertisements. Everyone sends them to people, but if you get one you never read it, it just takes up space and time.

I hit the send button. He'd understand that for sure. I went up again to open Robyn's letter when another email popped into the inbox. Without looking at who sent it, (not like I had to) I opened it up.

Haha. Yeah, your kinda right I guess. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye

I closed out of the email, not bothering to write back a goodbye. And then I opened it again realizing that I never read the email from Robyn. I opened it and started to read.

Terri! OMG! You will never believe what happened to me today!! Chad came over and we went all the way, and I mean ALL the way! I have never felt so great, sick, and scared so much in my life! I'm probably grossing you out so I'll shut-up! See ya at school!

Okay, that was really nasty, and random, and I was suddenly furious with Robyn. She and Chad had been dating for a while, and they did it. Ok, I really didn't want to think about that. She's only fifteen, the same age as I am! And I have not even come close to doing IT! I heard the front door suddenly close; recognizing the 'Creak' it made, and realized that my dad left for work. I jumped up and ran downstairs and grabbed a bottle of water and a apple. The food felt so excellent in my empty stomach. I scurried back up to my room in case my dad decided to come back and "Check on me". Shoot! What was the time? I stared at my watch and as soon as the clock hit six, I knew my dad wasn't coming back until later. I sighed a relieved sigh and walked to the bathroom. I hastily undressed and stepped into the shower. Robyn and Chad were stuck in my mind, and the hot shower water didn't ease my thoughts like I hoped it would. After my shower, I decided to be daring, and called Robyn. She answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Robyn," I said slowly. "What the Hell were you thinking?"

"I'm lost. Help me with what I was thinking."

"You, Chad, SEX!" I shouted.

"Oh. I was thinking that I loved Chad so much that I should take it to the next level." She sounded very Blasé.

"Robyn, please, please tell me you used protection." I emphasized each word. The other end was silent. "Robyn? Oh My God Robyn! You didn't use anything!?" I was bewildered.

"Well, I really didn't think about it. I was caught in a moment I guess." She whispered.

"Robyn! Didn't you think of Herpes, AIDS, or other STDS? You could get pregnant!" I was shouting into the phone.

"Teri, relax. Nothing like that will happen to me." She believed.

"And why not? It can happen to anyone else!" I was going from extremely angry, to extremely furious.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see." She sounded so calm! I couldn't understand why!

"Robyn, you are such an idiot! But I love you. Next time you do, er, it, please use something, okay?" I pleaded to her.

"I promise, see you tomorrow!"

"Bye." And I hung up the phone.

I couldn't believe this. Her and Chad having…. I shuddered and pushed the thought away. How could she be so stupid to do something like that? I can't say anything for Chad, one of the most perverted boys in school, but Robyn? The phone rang and ripped me out of my thoughts. I grabbed it off the hook.

"Hello?"

"Hey"

"Oh, hey Matt."

"What's up?" But I wasn't listening. I was thinking about Robyn again. I was still totally shocked about the whole thing. "Uhh, Teri? You there?"

"Hmmm?"

"Teri, are you okay?" I shook my head to clear the thoughts once again. Thinking about it now (especially since I was on the phone with Matt) wasn't going to help.

"What? Yeah I'm fine, sorry. I was just thinking."

"Thinking again? Your going to get a brain hemorrhage if you keep doing that you know." I laughed.

"I think I'll take my chances."

"Well I warned you, so if your brain turns to mush, don't come crying to me."

"Guess I can cross you off of the 'Caring Friend' List then."

"Cross away." I laughed again.

"Well, I should go."

"What? Don't want your dad to flip out?" I imagined him with a bat in his hand and rage in his eyes and shuddered.

"Hehe, yeah."

"Ok, well, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye." I hung up the phone, thinking about both conversations on the phone, and how they were so different from each other. I went back upstairs for the night, just looking at the ceiling, until I fell asleep. The next morning, I got dressed and creeped down the stairs, praying in my mind that my dad was still sleeping. It seemed quiet. I turned and walked into the kitchen and there was my dad, leaning against the counter looking casual. He walked up to me and slapped me across my face, first with his palm, then with his knuckles on the back of his hand.

"Are you going to be late today Terri?" He hissed.

"No sir," was the only thing I could murmur. He punched me in the mouth.

"What was that?" He hissed again.

"No sir." I said in the most even tone I could.

"Good." And with one more punch in my stomach, he walked out of the room and upstairs.