AN: I own nothing but my OC's.
The next morning, after washing my cereal bowl, I left the house to embark on my journey to school. It was starting to rain quite heavily as I opened the front door and pulled up the hood of my parka. Trying carefully not to slip, a task that was quite difficult for somebody with poor balance issues such as myself, I made my way over to my Chevvy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a speck of white. A piece of paper was tucked underneath one of the window wipers, splattered grey with drops of rain. I snatched it up and got inside my truck, cranking the heater just as the worst of the downpour began. I removed my hood and unfolded the paper.
Dear Bella,
I have your purse. Come to this address at half past four today to get it. Hope you are well,
Reuben.
He had written an address underneath his name. But it wasn't his home address, it was one for a dance studio in Port Angeles. Confused, I put the letter into my pocket and turned on the car engine. I was relieved that my purse was safe, but then I remembered how hard today would probably be. School without Edward, without any of the Cullens, was sure to be a drag. In fact, since they had gone, thats what life was beginning to be:
A depressed, painful drag.
I know this is a dreadfully short chapter, but I didn't want to delay the story with a tedious description of Bella's day at school. I hope that the next chapter won't disapoint ;)