It's a little late, but get used to my late-ness. I don't own the Twilight stuff. Which i'm happy about.
That night, I had my first dream of Edward Cullen. I dreamed about his eyes, his nose, his hair, his.. everything. I was addicted. I dreamed we were in a meadow full of flowers and cute little bunnies. Since Edward was hot, i thought it'd be fitting that I dream of hot things. When I woke up in the middle of the night, because I do that, I thought I saw him standing on the corner of my room. He was watching me sleep. I thought that was very sweet and nice of him. I went back to sleep with the comfort of knowing he was watching me sleep. In my room. In my pajamas.
When I did wake up for school, I checked the corner of my room. No sign of anyone being there. There were a few crumbs of unknown food, but no Edward. I took a bath then went downstairs. As usual, Charlie wasn't there. Charlie does not really posses any good parenting skills. I then realized it was Saturday. I wouldn't be seeing Edward today. See, my life revolved around him now. I went back to my room to check my e-mails. I had 4 e-mails from my mom.
Dear Bella,
Since I just remembered I am a parent before a cougar, I had to check up on you. I hope you arrived safely there. How are you? How's my sad excuse for an ex-husband? How's the wettest place on earth? Is it sunny?
Love, Mom.
Dear Bella,
You aren't replying. I give and I give and I give and you can't reply to one damn e-mail? Anyway, I'm having fun here. Are you having fun there?
Love, Mom.
Dear Bella,
You ungrateful little *toot*! One e-mail. YOU CAN'T SEND ME ONE E-MAIL? Steve, or whatever the name of the guy I'm married to is, says hi. How's school?
Love, Mom.
Dear B*tch,
I hate you for not replying. How's your social life?
Hate, Mom.
I decided to reply to my mom. She must miss me.
Dear Mom,
I'm ok. How about you?
Love, Bella
I felt satisfied with the e-mail I sent my mom. I was so bored because I had no social life. I think everybody hates me, even though I have all these people who want to hang out with me. Only Edward matters. I lay down on my bed and started re-reading all the great classic books. Those books are now ruined because they were mentioned in the real book. After I finished reading about 7 books, I fell asleep.