DISCLAIMER: For the last time, I do not own any Twilight characters, like the BEAUTIFUL Edward Cullen. Now, this is my last chapter, so thank you for all your reviews! Don't worry, lots of Ella stories will be churning out, I promise. Also, just incase everyone noticed my mistake, it is Friday…sorry about that.
After watching Uncle Emmett and Uncle Jasper play some baseball on the Wii, and then having me kick Uncle Emmett's butt, I said goodnight to my family, and went upstairs to my bedroom. After closing my door and pulling back my bed so I could lye in it, I set to making the room the way it looked when I slept.
Firstly, I walked to the dresser, and turned on my new lava lamp, filling the room with a soft glow. As the lava started to move, I walked to my bookshelf and selected the book I would read for tonight. Pride and Prejudice? No, I had read that one last week, and finished it. How To Kill A Mockingbird? Wait, I had finished that one last night. Finally, I selected one I had bought at the Border's in Seattle, yet not read yet. It was called The Angels Trilogy by Lurlene McDaniel. I sat that down on my nightstand, and then opened my window for a breeze, before crawling into bed.
I lay down on my comfortable bed, which was just like the ones at the Sheridan. Carlisle and Esme had gotten it for me when we decided to redecorate my bedroom. After pulling the blankets about up to my bosoms, I grabbed the book and opened it to the first page, and began reading. As I read farther, I felt myself grow attached to the story. It was kind of like my mother and my father at first; forbidden love. Ethan was Amish, and was supposed to date and marry an Amish girl. Then he met Leah, a 'English' person, as she called her. The story covered many events in their lives together, including Leah finding out she has bone cancer, Ethan's youngest sister dying, Leah's stepfather dying, and Ethan meeting his brother who left the Amish lifestyle.
By the end of the book, I had cried more then once. The part of the book that had made me sob was when Neil, Leah's stepfather, died, and she called him 'daddy'. It was heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time. I wished I could write like that, writing books that would make people cry, and laugh, and be angry. It would sort of be like changing emotions, like Uncle Jasper.
I rolled over, and checked the small silver, star-shaped clock on my nightstand. It read 11:03 P.M. I knew my family was still awake, I could barely hear them downstairs though. Ever since I was born, they had to learn to be more careful of waking me as I slept. I sighed, and leaned back into the bed, grabbing a black silk sleep-mask off my nightstand, and slipping it over my head. Then, I rolled over on my side, and closed my eyes. Soon, I fell asleep, dreaming of my wonderful life.