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Disclaimer: Hmmm... Its been like a week and pigs are still not flying! so on that acount how bought when It rain jellybeans??
Wait what that is still not going to happen? Fine then I will just keep on trying to get pigs to fly!
9. Memories
EPOV:
Jasper and Alice are the only ones who aren't thinking about Bella. Kind of weird if you ask me, you would think they're up to something but maybe this is just too much for them to think about. I mean Alice won't even shop! She says it reminds her of Bella. And Jasper, well that's just it, he just follows Alice around calming her as if he didn't she would surly explode. Well to tell you the truth everyone but Rose is sad. But hey that's just the stuck up brat she is. She never even liked Bella.
The name burns in my mind. Should I try to find her? I'm not sure yet. I asked Jasper and, he said Bella would come around when she is ready. I can only fear that she may never come around.
Going against Jasper's advice I run through the entire town of Forks. No sign of Bella. No sent. Nothing. This was not good. Not at all. If she was not in Forks……………….. No how would she get out of town over night. Especially since she did not have a car with her?
BPOV:
As we approached a clearing in the snow-covered woods, I could see a faint glow in the distance. The closer we got the brighter it got. At last I realized what it was. Lights. We were there. Sharnie's house.
It was nothing like the Cullen's house. (How I hated saying that name.) Instead of having a wall of glass it had a stonewall. The house was built right by the side of a stream. It had two stories and had had a big wooden front door. It was plain but that was what was nice about it. The stone and wood house was brown and gray with dark black shingles. The windows had white shutters. It looked about sixty years old.
I could only guess how it looked inside. And yet for the moment everything was perfect. I finely felt as If I was truly wanted and belonged. Not a misfit. We were all bonded together by a hate. Cullen haters.
SPOV:
Bella just stared in awe from her spot on Victoria's back. She must have liked it. I remember when I first Joined Victoria. 'Back then it was just her and James. Another reason I hate the Cullen's. James was like a father to me. He thought me things. Victoria thought me how to hunt.
Then the day came when we where hunting somewhere in Canada. We had come across a stone house. Before we were able to go any closer an elderly woman stepped out of the house. It was to dark for her to see us but we could see her easily. I instantly recognized her face. It was much like mine. Well at least before I had changed. The more I had looked at her the more I realized who she was. My mother. She was the one who had left me on the steps of the institute when I was two. Abandoned me and never cared to come back.
"Victoria," I said. My voice no more than a wisher. "That…lady over there…well…she was my Mother."
James's face flashed a wicked smile. The one he had on before he approached his victims, his soon to be meals.
I instantly understood what he was trying to say. He wanted to hunt. And she would be his dinner.
Victoria gave me a reassuring look.
I was not one bit sorry for my mortal mother. After all she deserved it. She left me. Like Alice had.
When James was done with her, we all had decided to take the house. It would have been a shame not to take it. It would just be forgotten if they didn't.'
As I snapped back into reality I could hear Victoria's voice ahead of me. "Sharnie? Are you coming?" she said as she opened the wooden door with Bella still on her back.
So how did ya like sharnie's memorie??
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So untill next time I will still be trying how to own Twilight.
Damit Still not raining Pigs or jellybeans ! XD
-EmoNaom1901-
