Museum
Before I start writing I would like to thank Stephenie Meyer for giving Edward, Bella and all the other characters life. Stephenie Meyer owns all.
The museum was almost deserted as we walked down the isolated corridor I could only glance at the masse variety of stuffed animals and models. As the uninterested teenage tour guide babbled on about why some snakes are poisonous and why some aren't. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in his job because he was mumbling. Anyone that isn't interested in what he or she is doing mumbles. It's natural. I do it all the time. After viewing the nature section we headed on towards the natural history section. It was then that my mind started to wander. A soft numbness crept through my brain and treacled through the rest of my body like tar. I wasn't unconscious but not quite conscious either. It was as if I was a zombie stuck in the human world. I stumbled down the corridor trying to reunite with the rest of the group but with no success. The lethargic feeling was now incontrovertible. It was spreading through my body rapidly and panic was not an option. Really my brain would not let me panic as much as I would've liked to. This was getting ridiculous.
This sudden brain distortion had altered my walking pace and made me fall behind the rest of the class. In fact after a few minutes of wondering mindlessly around the museum I decided to admit to myself that I was lost. But my brain would not accept it. There was something wrong here. What happened back with the group? Had I gone insane? Or was I just extremely tired after the flight? Whatever it was it was a problem. A problem that could be dealt with. All that I needed was some rest. A quick rest was all I needed. All I had to do was ask the teacher to go back to the hotel and back to Edward. Then the thought of Edward edged my brain into gear and I set off to find my teacher.
But somehow as I was searching the numbness crept back into place in my mind and I stopped. For some reason my limbs would not obey my brain and. And then his cold white hands pressed against my temples and I sank to the ground unconscious.