SEPTEMBER 18
I do not own the characters of Twilight.
I am not a writer who depends on reviews for my stories. That being said one or two reviews just to let me know what you think of the story would be nice. I can talk the good, the bad and the ugly ones. That's how a writer grows.
Dear diary,
I woke up this morning to something weird. Needless to say I have my bike from Phoenix and a special token of......hell, I don't know. Hey, who needs therapy when you have Alice. She's like her mother in the therapy department but isn't trying to force me to talk. I took a chance and went to her house. That was really weird. Her room doesn't look like a bedroom. Didn't see a bed. Oh well, I stayed for a little while and her brother Emmett is funny. Huge fucker too. Alice's sister, Rosalie, she's a bitch. I have a feeling I may end up punching her out like I did with Jess. Found out Edward plays piano. Another old man thing. I don't know what it is about him but I am finding myself appreciating him. Alice's boyfriend, Jazz, seems afraid of me. Like I'm gonna hurt him. Either that or he's in constant pain. Weird, eh? Someone in this town is finally scared of Gothic Bella. Finally!!!!!!! School tomorrow.
Night
Bella