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Chapter 19
I sat in my Volvo waiting for the rest of my family to come, thinking of how miserable it is to repeat high school over and over again. It was even worse without her. But I couldn't do anything about my angel anymore. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't go back. She must have forgotten me by now. She is probably lying in a bed with her grandchildren playing around her. If she still lives…
No Edward! How could you think that! I will never let myself believe that she has died…
Even if she is 108…years…old. Has it really been that long? Has it been that long since I left my angel. My poor angel.
I winced as I thought of her, dead, being buried 9 feet in the ground. How stupid was I to leave her! I could have spent those 90 years with her! And now I can't ever see her. I miss her.
I miss her deep brown eyes and how they sparkled in the sun. I miss her heartbeat and how it quickened when I came anywhere close to her. I miss her voice, her smile, the warmth of her touch.
I laid my head back against the seat and pinched the bridge of my nose. This is what I wanted. I wanted her to live a full life and have a career and get married, have kids and grand-kids. To be happy. And that's what happened.
I waited for my family to arrive to scold me for my actions today. In English, the student beside me, began to have a bloody nose and a couple kids noticed me tense up, my eyes darken and run out. A lot thought I was crazy, but no one knew the truth. I hope.
I sat and waited. Seeing I ditched English after that, I wound up here, waiting for the bell to ring. A few minutes passed and it rang. I listened to all the minds of who saw me in English.
Gosh, What the hell is wrong with him? It was just blood. Jeez. That was Michelle Harley. If only she knew.
Cullen…what the hell happened to day with him? Justin Craide
I heard how fast Cullen ran out of class today. I should think about asking him to join the cross-country team. Coach…Glicner? Ok…
I watched as Micheal Flanagan walked past my car. Glaring at me. I swear to God, that guy is NOT human. I don't know what he is, but I WILL find out.
Shit.