Bella POV:
The blood of a deer is sweet.
My fingers were still bloody after lunch.
I went to go rinse them.
As I returned, I signed back on.
Eddieboy7 was online. Should I message him? Just as I thought about that, a received a new message.
Eddieboy7: Where were you beautiful, I missed you.
Iamaswan4ever: Oh, I was at lunch. And I'm not beautiful.
Eddieboy7: I bet you are. You sound beautiful.
Iamaswan4ever: Well, I'm not. I'm nothing special. Just plain.
Eddieboy7: Everyone is special. And you are too, honey.
Okay, so why was I arguing over my looks? Oh well, I continued the conversation.
Iamaswan4ever: So, speaking of features. How do you look?
Eddieboy7: Well, I have bronze-colored hair, and topaz eyes.
Wow, he sounded beautiful. And weirdly familiar.
Eddieboy7: You?
Iamaswan4ever: Brown hair, brown eyes.
How plain was I?
I wish I was unique.
Different.
Rather than the same thing everyone else had.
Eddieboy7: How old are you?
Iamaswan4ever: 17.
It was true.
I was changed at age 17.
Eddieboy7: Me too
"BELLA!! I'M HOME. WHATS FOR DINNER?" yelled Charlie.
Oh yeah, Charlie.
I signed off and decided to go make him some FOOD. He didn't know I didn't eat FOOD. I just lied and said I ate out or I ate whenever he asked me.
"PASTA" I replied.