A/N: Haven't you heard? DONKEY BALLS is the new way of saying "I love Robert Pattinson!" Scream it, say it, whisper it, review it *wink, wink*. Just do it!

!DONKEY BALLS!

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Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.

Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 7

BPOV

Summer vacation...

This sucks... big time.

It's soooo hot here.

I can't go outside cause my skin gets red, itchy, and it burns so badly.

The second day I was here my mommy took me to the beach.

She bought me an ugly pink bathing suit cause she said I'm a girl and I have to wear girl colors.

Whatever...

The beach was awesome!

The sand was really hot so I wore my sneakers. It was weird seeing the water so blue from far away, but when you got close it wasn't.

So weird.

The water was cold but then I got used it.

I tried to build a sand castle but it didn't look like it.

It was a good day.

The next day was a bad day.

I couldn't move because the clothing was hurting my body.

I was red all over and the only thing that made me feel better was when I opened the refrigerator door.

But then it got worse the next day when my skin started to fall off.

And off, and off, and off.

But then when the pain went away, it was fun taking off my skin.

My mommy didn't like that, though.

She didn't like a lot of things.

Like me being next to her all the time...

Or sleeping with her on her bed...

Or my clothing... she really didn't like my clothing.

I didn't like the clothing she bought me, either.

They were dresses, and skirts, and glittery shirts.

She made me wear a dress when we went eating with her new friend.

He was a creeper with ugly yellow teeth.

I heard mommy on the phone say he had good hands... I thought they were ugly, too.

Ever since that dinner, I don't really spend time alone with mommy 'cause creeper is always there.

I miss Ed and even Emmie.

I miss Mesme's cooking and my dad reading me bedtime stories.

I hate the sun and I hate California.

I wanna go home.

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