Letters to Edward

The next day was better...

and worse.

It was easier because I knew somewhat what to expect and what to do. Six sat next to me in Poetry and walked me to my next class. People didn't glare at me quite as much as yesterday. I sat with a large group of people at lunch that included Linda, Six, and Elani, and some other people who's names and faces I still couldn't remember. I began to feel like I was badly treading water, instead of drowning like yesterday.

It was worse because I was tired; I could barely sleep with the rain pounding against my windows, and the little sleep was filled with nightmares of Edward getting hurt. It was worse because Flint, the advanced calculus teacher, called on me when my hand wasn't even raised. I had the wrong answer; people snickered. It was miserable because I had to do gym today and I got hit in the face. Several times. And it was worse because I missed the Cullens.

When the school day was finally over, I went to my room, got out a peice of paper and a pen, and started to write a letter to Edward...

Dearest darlingest Edward,

How are you? How's Iraq? When are you coming back? I know it's selfish, but I want you to be here, with me. What if something happens? What if a bomb explodes and you die? I know you're willing to risk your life, but are you willing to risk my happiness? I erased that last sentence, it was selfish and manipulative, I know, I know, there goes my overactive imagination again, but I can't help it I'm worried about you. War is just so pointless, I know you disagree, saying that there can be no peace without war, but I hate it. People die, children die, there's fear everywhere, and people cry because loved ones get killed, and each side thinks it's right, but no one really knows that, right? Who's to say what's wrong and what's right. I say war is wrong, but is that going to solve anything? I'm sorry, it just feels like with every problem solved, a bunch of new ones appear. Like that dragon thing Hercules killed... Wow, I'm really off topic, first I'm talking about war, then boom, dragon thing. By the way, I'm not in Phoenix anymore, I'm in a new orphanage in England for super geniuses. I'm not a genius, but I have a brother who is, he hates me, and it would be unethical to keep us apart. Gosh, I feel like so many things are out of my control, it's frustrating... I send you my love, as always be safe.

Love,

Bella

I felt lighter, somehow, after I wrote the letter but I think I should it. I set it down on my desk and took out some books to study, I didn't want to look like a complete imbecile on the physics test tomorrow.