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That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Eight
BPOV
"Esme…" I sighed wistfully; it just seemed like yesterday that Charlie and I were invited to have dinner with the town´s new handsome young doctor and his lovely wife.
New to our small town by way of the big city of Chicago, Esme and Carlisle did their best to fit in to our small, simple community.
Unable to have children of her own, Esme loved volunteering around town for various youth organizations and school functions. That's how we met actually. Esme had come over to Forks Elementary to volunteer for the afterschool program one afternoon, and found me hiding in a corner of the library all by myself.
"Well hello there, Sweetheart," a soft cheery voice sounded from beside me. "Do you mind if I join you?"
Instantly, my body tensed. Being the daughter of the police chief, I knew all too well the dangers of talking to strangers. But, then again, I remembered that we were still at school, and if she was here then she must be okay.
Letting out a small sigh, I whispered, "okay." Slowly, I turned to get a look at the person who´d dared to join me when no one else would. "Huh," I sucked in a sharp breath, then immediately felt embarrassed for my reaction.
Pulling my lip between my teeth, I ducked my head, letting my thick brown hair fall in a curtain around my face.
My cheeks burned with my shame at being caught ogling her like some crazy person.
Way to go Bella, now she´s going to run for the hills just like everyone else!
It´s no wonder you don´t have any friends! My conscience reminded me.
In my defense, she was absolutely beautiful!
Her hair was a funny shade of reddish-brown, and she had the prettiest green eyes that I'd ever seen.
They sparkled like emeralds!
I wondered briefly to myself if my mommy was as pretty as she was.
Charlie had shown me a few old pictures, but, it was nothing like having the real thing!
"My name is Esme," her lyrical voice said. "What´s yours?"
"Umm...Isabella," I mumbled quietly. "Isabella Marie Swan, but...I-I like my friends to call me Bella."
Yeah, too bad I didn´t have any friends.
"Well, Bella," Esme said matter-of-factly. "I prefer my friends to call me Esme."
And just like that, our friendship was born!
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