Yay!! I got 4 new reviews!! See, I don't ask for much. Just a couple of reviews per chapter. I'm very easily satisfied. So far, all my reviews have been positive, which gives me a very nice feeling. For a sixth-grader, I'm not doing to bad. Thanks to Starletta 11, jasper's lil pixie, Chika-PyonPyon, and once again, the crazy sane person. Also, I apologize for forgetting the disclaimer in the previous chapter. This one goes for both chapters. Alas, I don't own the Twilight saga, or any of its characters. They belong to the all-mighty Stephanie Meyer. Curses!!

EPOV

We stared in shock as Bella bounded away from us. "What just happened?" Alice questioned. I have yet to figure it out.

"I think Bella may have had some kind of nervous breakdown." Jasper offered. "The stress must have finally made her snap." My Bella!! I felt guilt overwhelm me.

"We better catch her," Rosalie murmured. "She might hurt herself. That was all that was needed to get me out the window, and following her scent towards the garage, my siblings behind me. Oh, Bella, what have I done?

RPOV

Her scent led us to the garage. I frowned. What the devil could she be doing in the garage? Hiding? From us? Surely she didn't think for a moment that it would work. Her scent would betray her. Edward opened the door, and fell silent. I heard Alice's shocked gasp. "What?" I complained. "Get out of my way, I can't see her."

"Uhh, Rose, that might not be the best idea." Emmett breathed.

I snorted. My husband could be so odd sometimes. What was everybody staring at? I pushed past them briskly. And saw.

The pieces of my glossy, beautiful red convertible were scattered across the garage. My car. My friend. My baby. Dismantled like common scrap metal. No mechanic, no matter how good, could fix it now. It was beyond repair. I dropped to my knees, howling with grief.

"C'mon, Rose. It's just a car." Emmett pleaded.

Just.

A.

Car.

The two words reverberated in my head, like echoes of a canyon. Just a car, just a car, just a car. "Just a car?" I snarled. "Just a car?" I advanced on him menacingly. "That car was a friend. A companion. When your friend dies, do you say it's just a car?"

"Um, I do when it's a car." I groaned. They couldn't understand my grief. I had owned that car for many years. True, I had many vehicles. But none of them had the same feel that the convertible has. Had. True, the car was an inanimate object. But I could just tell. We were kindred spirits, wild and beautiful. I had given it every modification and adaption I could. During that time we had developed a special connection, a friendship. We understood each other. Years of work, ruined.

"My question is, when was she alone with the car for more than eight seconds?" Jasper asked, scratching his head. Who cares how she did it? My car is ruined. Trashed. Dead.

Bella Swan, when I find you, I'll rip you limb from limb.

Well, there you go. It's 7:54, and I haven't touched my homework, so feel guilty. I shouldn't have gotten on the computer, but I felt bad. In school these past few days, we've had these new types of tests called "4Sights". Supposedly, their better than the alternative, a test for every theme we complete in our reading books. 4Sights we take once every new grading period. But personally, I'm for the theme tests, since I'm in an advanced "Independent Study" reading class, and wouldn't have to take the tests at all. We got report cards today. Straight A's, so give me a reward by reviewing. Now, I really have to get off, because if I get one more detention, I'm going to be in trouble. Ciao!