Well, folks, this is it. THE LAST CHAPTER! (dramatic music fills the room)
BPOV
What MORON would ever make MIKE NEWTON a vampire?!
"Hello, Bella. Long time, no see." Mike purred, with a sick smile.
"WADDYA WANT FROM ME, NEWTON?!" I screeched at him.
"Lets play a game."
"Sure! I'm a BEAST at all the games. EVER!"
"Well, then. LETS PLAY GO FISH!"
"Whats that?" I questioned.
"A card game. Here's the rules: Each player gets seven cards each. The goal of the game is to have the most pairs at the end," He dealt out the cards. "Here's for you, and here's for me."
We then started the game. With just the right bit o luck, I WON!
"IN YOUR FLUFFING FACE, NEWTON! I WON!" I danced my little touchdown dance(I learned it from, you guessed it! EMMETT!).
I heard it first. A very faint whooshing sound, growing louder each passing second. I exchanged a look with Mike. He looked just about as befuddled as me. WTF?
A split second later, EMMETT, of all people, came crashing thru the trees, with a bunch of squirming vampires in his hand. I was the first to recover; a sped over there, jumping onto the back of the broom.
"BELLA! WE MISSED YOU SOOOOOOOOOO MUCHHHH!" they all were saying.
"Shuddup, kids," I told 'em, "EMMETT, DRIVE!"
"Will do, miss. VROOM, VROOOOOOOOM!"
"SEE YA AROUND, MIKE!" I yelled over my shoulder.
"WAIT! What's your number?"
I laughed. "1-800-GO-AWAY-MIKE!"