It has been a while, my friends. Yes, I know, I'm awful. What can I say? It's an over-stressed talent of mine. I'm also an expert procrastinator and I'm considering entering the Douchebaggery World Championship. But anywho, enough of that. I am here, as you may have guessed long before I did, to give you yet another chapter. Happy? I should hope you are. I work my azz off for you people. But even if you're ungrateful, I'll still love you. Mostly because I'm hyper. Does it show? No? Yes? Doesn't matter. COMMENCING THE WRITING SEQUENCE!
Random Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Sears for having this fantasmic dress that I REEEALLY want to buy for grad, my parents for giving me a 100 dollar gift card to the mall (schnazzy, right?), my Uncle David for being alive (at the moment), my Geo teacher for being merciful in ways that my other teachers are not (even if she does teach the most pointless subject), HMV for having Peter Pan in stock (I bought it :P), The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus for being all sorts of fabulous, myself for finding more brilliant synonyms, my brother for getting me a lollistick with a birdy on it, my cat for sleeping, Never Miss A Beat by Kaiser Chiefs for being a very funny song, THE SINGING and THE HOST for being AMAZING and any synonym for said adjective, my amazing glasses and turtle face and Miranda for being my amazing glasses and turtle face twin. –exhales-
DISCLAIMER!! I am in no way affiliated with the Twilight series or Stephenie Meyer. But I do own a new Orgasmic Brownie Machine and a very amazing sockhammer. And I prefer The Host anyway. TEAM O'SHEA ALL THE WAY! –glares enviously at Wanda and hatefully at Jared-
Soundtrack:
Time Is Running Out by Muse
Saturday – 12:06AM
Time seemed to be running at a deadly pace; everything blurred around me, as if I were the only stable thing and everything else was in a race for the hour. I was confused and disoriented; surely it shouldn't be happening this fast. Why was everything happening so fast? Where had time gone? Had I gone along with it, or was I trapped in the empty gap between now and then, past and present; or maybe I was present, and all else was future.
All I knew for sure at that moment was that this night should have never happened. And it most certainly shouldn't have happened so fast.
Friday – 3:42PM
"No, Alice," I said, glaring at the pixie's attempt to sneak up on me with a curling iron.
"Come on, Bella," Alice whined, pouting at me. "I just want you to look nice for your first date."
I blushed. "It's not my first date!" I screeched.
"Oh hush, Bella, don't deny it," Alice teased. "At least admit it to me – your very own sister, practically."
"It's not my first date," I said firmly.
"Bella's never been on a date!" Alice yelled so that most likely everyone within a hundred yards of the house could hear.
"Shush!" I clamped my hand over her mouth, but the damage was already done. Emmett was in the room in a second, trying to hide the fountain of laughter that was threatening to burst forth.
"Aw, Bellsie, you've never been on a date?" he teased. I glared hatefully.
"It's okay, Bella. We're all friends here; no secrets among friends," Alice said, the end lapsing into a singsong voice.
"I can't believe you've never been on a date!" Emmett exclaimed. "I mean, seriously, look at you! If I didn't have Rosie I'd be all over you, darling."
I rolled my eyes, a blush still colouring my cheeks. "Thank you, I think."
"Now come on, Bella," Alice said, pushing Emmett out of the way and stalking towards me. "I need to fix your hair."
I leapt up on the bed as Alice approached. She attempted to follow me, and I dived off the other side of the bed and into the hallway, rushing down the hall in the blink of an eye.
"Jasper, hide me!" I commanded and I skidded into the kitchen, pulling Jasper in front of me like a shield.
"So Bella, did I hear correctly?" he asked, not at all disconcerted by the fact that I was using him as a shield. "Have you really never been on a date?"
"Shove it, Jas," I muttered. He chuckled lowly.
"Jasper, move out of the way," Alice said, her voice low and menacing. I squeaked.
Jasper, sensing that my obvious horror at the prospect of Alice armed with a curling iron far outweighed Alice's unnatural desire to curl my hair, planted himself more firmly in front of me. "Alice, I love you, but Bella's my little sister. I can't let you near her. I can already feel the emotional scarring this is going to cause her; it's sickening."
Alice lowered the hand with the curling iron. "Come on, Jas. It's just a game. I won't really do anything," she purred.
I could feel Jasper's resolve weakening, and began desperately pleading with him. "Please, Jas, don't do this to me. Don't let her charm you. She's an evil, lying con-artist . Don't believe-"
But it was already too late. Jasper hesitated a moment longer, then slid slowly out from in front of me. I gulped audibly.
A wicked grin spread across Alice's face. "Thank you, Jazzy," she sang sweetly, then lunged for me.
She was a second too late though; just as she lunged I hopped up on the counter and slid through the window above the kitchen sink that we always kept open.
"Bella!" she yelled, but I was already speeding down the street. Anywhere but in the clutches of my ultimate enemy.
Friday – 4:08PM
"Anywhere" ended up being the park on the other side of town. It was a small, warm-feeling park that betrayed nothing of the maleficent actions of the suburban gangs. It was as if this one park, this one piece of paradise, were cut off from all outside forces attempting to corrupt its peace.
For the most part, the park was a huge circular stretch of grassy hills leading down to a riverbank. Tucked away in the corner was a small jungle gym for children. Trees were planted randomly around the area, and there were several signs nailed to their trunks: Dogs allowed. Park Open 7AM-9PM Monday-Saturday. Do not litter.
I made my way leisurely towards the jungle gym. Once there, I sat gingerly on a swing and began to sway absentmindedly, allowing the peacefulness and quiet of the deserted park to engulf my every thought and feeling.
It was a long time before anyone found me, and thankfully it was not Alice.
"Hey Bella," Jasper said, coming to sit on the swing beside me.
My swinging came to an abrupt halt and I turned to glare at him. "Traitor," I hissed, then turned away and began to swing again.
"I'm really sorry, Bella," Jasper said, trying to sound earnestly, although his almost hidden laughter prevented it. "I thought she was really going to leave you alone."
I snorted. "You obviously don't know Alice," I said.
He was silent. I looked over at him; a deep frown was set on his face, and his eyes were glossy, as if he were going to cry. I immediately stopped swinging.
"Jas, what's wrong?" I said softly.
He turned to face me. "I don't know her, Bella," he whispered so softly it was hard for me to hear. "I don't know her, and it hurts."
"That's ridiculous," I said. "You've been friends for years. You have to know her."
"Not like you know her," he said. "Not like Emmett knows her. Not like Rose knows her."
"I've lived with her since I was twelve," I said. A look of guilt crossed his face and he started to apologize, but I held up a hand. "It's fine. And Emmett's known her for longer than you have, and Rose just had more opportunities to stay the night because she isn't of the male gender." He smiled slightly.
"Come on, Jasper," I said, turning my whole body towards him and taking his hands in mine. "You love her, and that's enough. It doesn't matter if you know everything about her. That's part of being in love with someone: getting to know who they really are."
"You speak as if you have experience," he said, smirking. I punched his shoulder lightly.
"You're fine not knowing everything, Jas," I said. "I haven't seen any two people so wholly in love with each other – besides Esme and Carlisle and Rosalie and Emmett – since…well, since my parents were alive, I guess."
"Bella, why do you never talk about your parents?" Jasper asked.
"Hey, you're changing the subject," I said quietly, and he laughed. "C'mon. I'm going to be late for my hot date tonight."
"Hot date?" Jasper laughed.
"Yes. I have a date – and yes, if you'll stop patronizing me, it is my first – and he's hot. Hence, hot date."
Jasper rolled his eyes. "That was so cheesy, Bella."
"I live for cheesy," I said brightly, then hopped off the swing, pulling him with me. "Come along, Jazzy, we have business to attend to. You must help me prepare for the groveling that is to ensue."
Friday – 5:01PM
"Where's Alice?" I asked as I walked in to see Emmett and Rosalie watching a movie on the couch. "I must beg forgiveness."
"She shut herself up in your room and refuses to open the door until you properly apologize.
I sighed, trudging towards the door at the end of the hallway.
I rapped the faded wooden door lightly with my knuckled. "Alice? You in there?"
"Oh, so now you return," she said bitterly, her voice muffled from the door blocking out conversation.
"Look, Alice, I'm sorry. You know how I don't like scalding hot metal near my head for long periods of time. And I really shouldn't have run away. But I really, really need your help to get ready. I'll sit still and everything." I paused, but there was no response. "Please Alice?"
There was the faint sound of clicking, and the door opened. Alice stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. "No complaints?"
"Now, I can't guarantee that much," I said hesitantly.
She sighed, then backed out of the way and gestured for me to enter the room.
Friday – 6:27PM
"Where is he?" Alice asked for the umpteenth time, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Relax, Alice," I laughed. "He said six thirty; you're three minutes fast."
"Shut up," she snapped, and everyone laughed. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone: Alice, with Jasper practically attached to her arm; Emmett, with Rosalie seated in his lap on the couch; and Esme, holding a mixing bowl and threatening not to feed anyone if they didn't bugger off. Carlisle would have been there too, I'm sure, but he had to work the night shift at the hospital.
The soft sound of tired rolling up the driveway had Alice leaping towards the door. She wrenched it open and called, "You're late, Edward Cullen!" I heard the distinct sound of his symphony of laughter edging towards the house; involuntarily, I scooted back from the door.
Jasper caught me by the arm and smiled reassuringly. "You'll be fine, Isabella Marie," he said, catching me off guard and making me smile. He had called me by my full name for two years after he met me, knowing it peeved me off. But now the name held no teasing, only gentle reassurance.
"I know, Jas," I said, smiling back.
We heard Alice squeal from outside and Jasper winked at me before releasing my arm.
When Edward entered the house, I was sure my intake of breath could be heard throughout the entire room. There was nothing particularly new about his look; his shirt may have been a bit more expensive, maybe. And its emerald colour almost matched his blazing eyes. But this wasn't what had me hyperventilating. It was his eyes themselves; the emotion that clouded them darkened with lust as he took in my mid-thigh skirt (which I had never worn before and I only owned from one of Alice's insane shopping sprees) and V-neck blouse, and it may have been the most attractive reaction he had had to my appearance so far.
His voice seemed to be an octave lower when he spoke. "You look amazing, my Bella," he said softly.
I blushed. "You don't look too bad yourself," I responded.
He extended an arm to me. "Shall we go?"
I smiled and looped my arm through his. "I believe we shall," I said with a smile.
Friday- 6:55PM
"You are not bringing me here."
Edward sighed and ran a hand through his hopelessly (yet sexily) messy hair. "Bella, I'm trying to do this right. And in order to do this right, I have to take you to the most expensive place within my budget."
"And you chose here?" I asked, my tone questioning his sanity. "There's no way you can afford this. No way."
"Bella, my father is a neurosurgeon," he said impatiently. "I can afford an awful lot more than you think I can."
"My father was a cardiothoracic surgeon and my mother a paediatric surgeon, but that doesn't mean I go spending this kind of money on people who've eaten fast food on every outing they've been on," I retorted.
"Come on, Bella!" He was now clearly annoyed. "Just this once. For me. Please?"
"Fine," I huffed. "But I'm buying desert."
He smiled. "Who said anything about desert?"
"I did," I said. He chuckled and steered me through the large white doors of the most expensive and famous restaurant in New York City.
Friday- 7:20PM
"So, how's life?" I asked Edward as I self-consciously placed another piece of ravioli in my mouth. I had never been conscious of my eating before, but I get a boyfriend and poof! every bite has to be painstakingly neat.
"Life is pretty good, I guess," he said. "My parents want me to come back to California."
I dropped my fork. "What?" I demanded, my voice hoarse.
"Relax. Bella," he said, covering my hand with his own. "I asked them if I could stay for a few more months."
"And what did they say?" I asked anxiously.
He smiled, and I felt my body relax. "They said it was fine. Actually, they're coming down here in a couple of weeks." He paused, and looked down at our entwined hands shyly. "And I was wondering if you wanted to meet them."
I felt like doing cartwheels. Edward wanted me to meet his parents? Edward freaking Cullen? Was this some cruel joke intended to entertain the gods, or was I the luckiest person in the universe?
"Of course I want to meet your parents!" I nearly shouted it. Smiling excitedly, I squeezed his hand as he looked up. I was grinning like a fool, but what did that matter?
His smile seemed to match my own. "Really?" he breathed.
"Of course!" I squealed again. I sounded like a four-year-old on Prozac.
He chuckled joyously and brought his lips to mine, rendering me incapable of thought. I could still feel his smile curled against my lips, and after supressing my shock lifted the corners of my mouth to match his.
"You don't know how happy I am to hear that, Bella," he panted after an unexpectedly intense makeout session.
"You look like a little boy who just had caffeine and is ready to whizz himself at any moment," I said, my smile growing at his laughter. "I have a pretty good feeling how you feel."
"I just…" He trailed off for a moment, the smile not leaving his face even when a look of concentration passed over his eyes. "I was afraid it would be awkward, asking you to meet them when we've known each other for so short a time."
"Hey, you've met my parents. Time for you to return the favour." I laughed slightly, but his smile faltered, and he looked down.
I put a finger under his chin and lifted it. "Sorry, that wasn't the right thing to say," I apologized softly.
"What happened, Bella?" he asked suddenly, quietly. I felt my heart lurch. "What happened to them to make you so sad? And angry?"
I tore my hand from his face and looked away, blinking back tears. Of course he would know. How could he not see it? How could anyone not see it? And, being as curious as he is, he would ask me.
"We're not discussing this. Not on such a nice night," I said, trying not to snap at him.
He took my hand. "I'm sorry, Isabella," he said sincerely. I raised my head and saw the ashamed look on his face. Smiling slightly, I kissed his cheek.
"It's fine, you had every right to ask. I just don't want to ruin our date with depressing stories. I don't want to remember this being the night I finally revealed my tragic sob story," I explained.
"You've never told anyone?" he whispered.
"Of course not," I said. "Carlisle and Esme know for legal reasons, but besides us and my personal record no one knows the truth. Alice has been trying to get it out of me for years."
"Why don't you tell her?" he asked gently.
"Alice? She'd tell Jasper, and Jas would tell Emmett, and Emmett would tell Rose, and then I'd be a charity case. I don't want my past broadcast to the world." I paused, fighting the lump in my throat. "I've come to like the life I made for myself. But still…if things had been different….it doesn't matter."
"Why not?" His gaze was innocently curious, not searching. He wasn't demanding an answer, but I knew for the life of me I couldn't deny him one.
"Because if things had been different, I would have never met you," I said softly, putting a hand to his cheek.
Friday - 8:14PM
"It's been so long since I've been to the city," I said, feeling the breeze caress my face as I admired the lights of the famed New York City and the way they reflected off the glassy surface of the river separating the islands.
"It's not really all it's cracked up to be," Edward said absentmindedly from my side, his hand entwined with mine. We were walking along the riverside.
"Really? And how is that?" I asked, trying to make conversation. Really I was just asking for an excuse to hear his voice. It was so strange, a tone that no human boy should ever have; and yet here he was, fully human, and emiting this god-like sound.
"The people are rude, you have to be extremely rich to afford anything, the air is so thick with pollution I can taste it, and there are so many noises you can never sleep."
"One never comes to New York City expecting sleep," I scoffed.
He glared playfully at him, and I mocked fear.
"What're you thinking, Cullen?" I asked him.
"Are you afraid of heights?" he asked suddenly.
"Not really," I answered hesitantly. "Why?"
"There's still something left of this date, and I intend to woo you," he answered, pulling me back towards where we parked his beloved Volvo.
Friday – 9:23PM
"When you said you intended to woo me, I think I forgot to mention that spending six minutes in an elevator wasn't going to cut it," I said, smiling at Edward.
He looked put out. "It's taking too long," he said impatiently. "Elevators in San Diego never took this long."
"Elevators in San Diego probably weren't traveling ninety floors and carrying fourteen passengers whose stops were all long before the top," I said. He scowled at me.
The elevator dinged, and the doors finally slid open. We were in a spacious lobby, devoid of all human life.
"This way," he said, pulling me by the arm.
When I found out we had to climb another two flights of stairs, I was not impressed. "This better be good," I mumbled.
Oh, it was more than good. It was amazing.
At the top of the staircases was a glass door with "Exit" marked above it. Edward chuckled lightly at this, then pulled the door open and gestured politely for me to proceed.
When I stepped out the door I was greeted by a frigid breeze that carried several scents I could not register. I shivered, but continued to walk out, more fascinated every second.
When I realized I was on the roof, I laughed at the sheer ludicrousy of this entire night. Of course Edward Cullen would bring me on the roof. Of course.
I walked farther out, so that I was almost standing on the edge of the building, and forgot how to breathe.
Spread out around me I could see every tiny point of light in the entire city. It shone beneath me like a crowd of fireflies, flickering and dancing in the night, refusing to stop or rest. Stars illuminated the sky, shining as brightly as the city beneath me, so that I couldn't discern where sky met earth.
I turned to see Edward still standing in the doorway, observing me with a gentle love I couldn't begin to comprehend. "It's beautiful, Edward," I whispered, my eyes blurring with tears at the luminous scene before me. It was like the most careful and masterful of painters had captured the essence of beauty and painted it across the skyline just for this moment.
"The city is yours, Bella," Edward whispered in response, coming up behind me to wrap his arms around me lovingly. "It's as if the two of you are twins. You're the more beautiful, of course."
I snorted. "Is that the best you can do? It's tremendously cheesy."
"I thought you lived for cheesy," he said.
I smiled, turning in his arms so that we were face to face. "I do," I whispered, capturing his lips with my own.
This was perfection. This was bliss.
But, as every peaceful moment in my life prior to this had, it whooshed by in an avalanche that intended to crush my soul.
Friday – 9:57PM
JPOV
"What do you think Edward and Bella are doing?" Alice asked for the umpteenth time.
I love Alice, I really do, but her relentless questioning can be tiresome.
"Edward's showing off and Bella's swooing. What else?" I responded, rolling my eyes. It was probably true.
She squealed. "I wonder what they're doing. Something hopelessly and terribly romantic, I guess. Edward always did go way over the top for everything. And once you factor in that he's never been on a real date before…" she trailed off. "No, never mind," she quietly amended.
I sensed something was wrong from her tone. "Alice?"
She sighed. "Edward had another….girlfriend, I guess you could say. She really, really hurt him, and I had to be witness to that. It was awful. I've prayed every day since then that nothing like that will ever happen to me."
I pulled her closer into my side. "I'll never let anything happen to you, Mary Alice Cullen."
She grinned brightly.
"Oh, stop with the mushiness," Emmett said.
Alice stuck her tongue out at him, then began to chatter incessantly. I was only half listening to her; something about making his life torture when it came time to plan for their wedding.
At first I didn't notice that something was wrong. I hadn't really been paying much attention; I was thinking about my future with Alice. A very preoccupying consideration, if you must know.
But when Alice suddenly stiffened beisde me then went slack, I turned to her immediatley, gripping her shoulders and shaking her slightly.
"Alice? Alice!" I tried to get her attention, but she was mumbling and shaking all over.
"What's going on?" Emmett asked frantically.
"She's having a seizure," I explained, putting my fingers to her wrist to feel her pulse, then lowering her to the floor and rolling her onto her side. "Where's Esme?"
"She left to go grocery shopping," Emmett said shakily, his face pale with fright.
"Emmett, call 911, then Carlisle, then Esme. Rose, help me make sure she doesn't vomit."
Emmett dashed from the room, and I could hear him giving frantic instructions to the operator on the other line.
"Alice, Alice…" I continued whispering her name as I stroked her face, wishing fervently that it had been anyone, anyone but her cursed with this affliction.
"Will she be okay?" Rose asked me quietly, fear colouring her usually bored tone.
I met her eyes steadily. "She'll be fine, Rose," I whispered. "She always is."
Friday – 10:05PM
BPOV
Edward was standing close enough beside me that I could feel his phone vibrate in his pants pocket.
"Hold on," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and flipping it open as I tried to supress my laughter.
"Emmett?"
I froze, my laughter abruptly gone. Emmett would only call if there was an emergency. We had made an agreement, back when he first started dating Rosalie, that if either one of us were on a date the other would only call in an emergency.
"What?"
My blood ran cold. I searched Edward's face, and it was devoid of any colour.
"Yeah. Hold on," he said, then handed the phone to me wordlessly.
"Emmett?" I asked cautiously, my voice trembling.
"Alice. It's Alice," he said frantically. I began to shake with anxiety and fear.
"What's wrong, Emmett?" I asked.
"She's having a seizure. Ambulance is on its way, should be here any minute now. I called Carlisle and Esme too. Jas said it's pretty bad, but it's been worse before. Why didn't you tell me?" His question left me momentarily lost for words.
"Alice made me promise not to. I wanted to, but she thought you'd all treat her differently for it."
"How does Jasper know?"
"He came over in the middle of an epileptic fit once. We made him promise not to tell anyone."
"Thank God he was here, else she'd be dead." I heard the door slam open from the other side of the line. "Ambulance is here. Meet us at the hospital?"
"I'll be there," I promised, then hung up the phone, handing it back to Edward silently.
"We have to go," I said quietly, looking up at him.
"I know," he responded, turning and heading for the door.
Fate sure did know how to ruin a perfect night.
Friday – 10:25PM
"Why does the hospital have to be so fucking far away?" Edward growled as he sped down the busy New York City street.
"Calm down, Edward," I said quietly.
"Calm down? You want me to calm down?" he yelled. "How the hell am I supposed to calm down? My cousin is in the hospital from an epileptic shock, and nobody ever informed me prior to this moment that she had epilepsy!"
"I would have, but she made me promise-"
"This is more important than a stupid promise, Bella!" he roared, barely paying attention to the road. "What if Jasper hadn't been there, Bella? She could have been seriously hurt! She could have died!"
Tears blurred my vision, and I fought all instincts that told me to shrink back into my seat. "I'm sorry, Edward," I whispered, my voice thick with tears.
He looked over at me, and upon seeing the tears that streaked silently down my face, his expression turned to one of guilt. "No. I'm sorry Bella. I shouldn't have yelled at you." He stroked my cheek, gently wiping away my tears with his thumb. "You were just trying to be a good sister," he said softly.
If Edward hadn't cared so much, if he hadn't been more worried about paying attention to me than watching the road, he would have seen the Prius that sped around the corner, going about fifty over the speed limit. He would have swerved then pulled over, hopped out of the car, and looked back to see if the car had hit anyone. He would have hopped back in the car, swore at the crazy driver, and sped off to the hospital.
Instead of any of that, the unlucky driver and passenger greeted by the Prius's brilliant lights were us.
Friday – 11:23PM
Darkness danced around me, clouding everything. Where was I? Who was I? What was going on? I wasn't privy to answers to any of these questions, and was doomed instead to linger in the darkness, waiting for the words to form that would bring me back to light.
Friday – 11:57PM
Everything blurred painfully into focus, and I squinted against a bright light above me.
"Oh thank heavens, she's awake," I heard someone breathe from beside me.
I tried to turn my head to see them, and was greeted with a pain so sudden and intense that I screamed.
"Shh," Esme soothed, looming above me. She placed a dainty hand on my bandaged cheek. "You're alright, Bella. You're alive."
Blinking, my eyes flickered around the room, registering that I was indeed in a hospital.
"Where's Alice? Is she alright?" I asked, disoriented.
"She's fine," Esme answered. "Jasper's with her. She just had a bit of a fit, but she'll be perfectly okay. She's worried sick about you, though."
"Me?" My brain felt muddled, unable to retain a strand of conscious thought.
"Yes, darling. You. Don't you remember?" she asked softly.
"Not really."
She took a deep breath, then smiled sadly.
"There was an accident. You were hurrying to the hospital, and there was a drunk driver turning the corner. The two of you didn't see him in time, and couldn't swerve out of his way."
"Two of us?" I asked, confused.
"You and Edward, dear," she said, a frown wrinkling her face.
It all came back suddenly then. The fight, the tears, the lights…
"Is everyone alright?" I gasped, closing my eyes.
She hesitated, and that was all it took to spike my panic attack. My heartbeat was registering off the charts on the monitor beside me, but I paid it no mind.
"Is he alive?" I asked frantically, dizzy with nausea at the thought of all the things that could possibly have happened to him.
"Gosh, dear, yes. He's perfectly alive."
"Then what's wrong?" I bellowed. "What aren't you telling me?
"He's in a coma," Esme said, and everything stopped.
Oooh, how bout that my pretties? A whole ten pages, just for you! Actually, partially for me because it was fun to write. But that's beside the point.
I realized that in the last two chapters I've been saying Edward's from San Diego, but in early chapters I said he was from Washington. We're disregarding Washington. If I have the time I'll go back and change it, but it's more convenient if he's from California. Okay? Okay. We're good.
I have March Break next week, and I'm most likely going to be in Georgia, so I won't get the chance to update. But, now that I've got to a part that I actually find interesting to write, I may be able to update more frequently. I can't make any promises, especially considering third term starts right after March Break and I have a whackload of work to do (build a bridge out of popsicle sticks by April 14 for History, a huge project for Geography by May, plus grad's in less than sixty days and we MUST prepare!), but I'll really try. But this is just getting to the good stuff!
Anywho, I must go write a note for Science now. But I'll be back with new chapters soon! At least, I'll try. Which is about as good as it gets.
Lotsa Love and Zdravo! (my new favourite goodbye. It's Romanian. I think.)
Alexa –hearts and a brownie-
