Chapter 3 - Dear Diary
-16 months earlier-
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Dear Diary thingy ,
it's time for your annual entry.
Nothing's happened.
Yeah.
Bye.
End of rant.
Seriously, move along, nothing to read here…
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Who am I kidding, I'll bare my soul to you like I always do… PATHETIC is the word that comes to mind. Talking to yourself is one thing, but talking to a blank notebook is just lame! Then again, my big social activity these days is-no kidding-the rare occasion when I take the kiddo to McDonalds to play in the ball pit. I love the little guy, but there has to be more to life than snot, puke, and baby crap.
Oops, did I forgot to mention I have a baby now? My Bad.
I guess I really do have something to write about after all… Let me start over... here goes...
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Hi there, book that I write in occasionally to waste time!
How have you been? Don't answer that: it's rhetorical. You know why? Because I won't be able to hear your response anyway. Anddon't bitch about the lack of updates because I don't want to hear it. I know it's been almost two years.. Here's the deal, I stopped writing because I never had anything remotely interesting to write about, but I still kept you safe and made sure to wipe the dust off of you every other month or so. The least you can do is to drop the attitude and hear me out when I actually do take the time to write a proper update.
Oh, and just a warning before I continue. I go by my middle name these days. I will kill anyone who calls me Larissa. Good God, what was my mother thinking when she gave me that stupid Russian name?
So anyway, the name isn't the only thing that has changed over the last two years. I'm a mother now, I have an eight months old baby boy now, can you believe that? Scary right? I'm gonna be 21 next. Gosh, I remember turning 6 and starting school. It's crazy how the years go by so fast. Next thing you know my hair will be gray and my face will be wrinkled. That's why I've decided to put a few things in writing while I can still remember them.
So where do I start... I guess the baby thing came out of left field, seeing as I never did tell you much about the boys I dated. That's because I've never dated. ..period… Come on, my step dad is a Reverend and my mom the Reverends wife (even worse). There was not much room for any normal teenage behavior in that house.
My childhood was boring as shit and the same goes for my high school and teen years. Remember how awkward I was as a teenager? Skinny like a bean pole withgiantglasses, mousy brown hair and really, really bad skin. No boys ever gave me the time of day. I was the nerd with the expensive looking camera, but I never cared what anyone else thought of me. I didn't need boys, I didn't need friends. I had my carefully used and well loved classic Hasselblad V System camera and I had James…. and that was all that mattered as far as I was concerned.
I must have written about James before, right? James was my 10 years older and way cooler brother. He used to live in New York and work as a studio photographer… actually he probably still does, I mean he's not dead or anything… I shouldn't use past tense, it's just that I haven't spoken to him in years.
Anyway, it was James who gave me my first camera, who taught me how to develop negatives and how to use the darkroom. And more importantly it was James who first introduced me to my baby's daddy. 'Introduced' is maybe the wrong word, but it was his initia-…
-Journal entry interrupted ...-
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Crap, someone's at the door!
Just then the bell above the entrance clanged, announcing the arrival of customers to serve. The young waitress jumped to her feet and hastily stowed her notebook away behind her.
Mornings weren't particularly busy, mostly just coffees-to-go. The typical customers were students and medical staff from the nearby Hospital - loyal java junkies, but lousy tippers. The tip jar usually got more attention during the afternoons, but working the early shift had other advantages; like leftover sandwiches that was too old to sell, but certainly not too old to eat.
Three or four beagles were usually enough to get her through the day. If the tip was generous enough to allow it, she'd threat herself to a McDonald's meal before taking off for her second job, cleaning corporate offices four hours a night, five nights a week. Whenever a paycheck came in she would stock up on noodles and canned soup. Diapers and baby supplies were expensive and money was incredibly tight, but she rarely ever went to bed on an empty stomach, something she prided herself on. She was doing all right, all things considered.
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-Journal entry continued...-
So where did I leave off? Oh right, James introducing me to my baby's daddy. It all started the day of my sixteenth birthday when my brother showed up on our doorstep with a birthday gift I'll never forget. It was a plane ticket to NY and a promise of a summer job in his photo lab. I was ecstatic, what sixteen year old girl wouldn't be?
My mother was less than thrilled of course. She didn't much like the prospect of me going away over the summer And this was before she found Jesus and became a full-fledged born-again Christian, I might add. Not that that mattered much in this case. She still didn't like the idea of leaving me in my brother's care.
Coincidentally, or not so coincidentally, that was the year my mom's place got deemed un-livable after a nasty fire. Oops, good thing my James lived in a huge ass loft apartment and had a perfectly usable bedroom to spare. Let's just say I can be very persuasive when it comes to getting what I want… and boy did I want this! It was as though I knew something huge was just around the corner waiting for me.
As it turned out living in New York was not as glamorous as I had imagined it would be. Being a dark room assistant was hard work and the chemicals involved in the daily routine were pure poison. The headaches was a small price to pay, though, when in the end I got to meet the love of my life…. my baby's daddy… Let's call him Eddie for now.
Eddie was just a college kid back then. Gorgeous of course, with green eyes, light-brown almost reddish hair. He was a good looking guy who sometimes modeled to make means meet ends. Not that he needed too, his family is seriously loaded (they're the kind of people who like donating shitloads of money to charity that they don't care about just to 'look good'). Eddie is not a snobbish mean person, though. He's perfectly capable of going out and making his own money. He's talented and he's beautiful beyond words.
It was love at first sight, or should I say first listen. You see, the day I met him he was in my brothers studio working and they were doing a shoot were they used a guitar as a prop and boy was he skilled with that thing! It wasn't just a cool accessory to him. Turns out Eddie was more than just a pretty face, turns out he was a true musician.
It was in the first moment, that one millisecond, when I first saw him that I knew he was going to be mine. His music spoke to me, he touched my soul with just a few cords. I tried to explain this to him when he came over to say hello, but he just looked at me funny… He didn't get it then, but I don't blame him. Guys can be a little slow sometimes.
I decided I could afford to bide my time because I knew, without a doubt, that once I got through to him, Edward Anthony Cullen, would forever be in my possession.
Speaking of time, I need to get in the shower before junior wakes up. I'll write more later, I promise…
Love always,
Angela Cullen
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AN: So, Angela is the baby mama and surprise, surprise, she kept a journal of sorts. What did you think of that first diary entry? It starts out innocent enough, but she speaks of Edward as if he is her possession. And the way she mentioned the fire in her mothers kitchen made it sound like she planned it or at the very least took advantage of it. And on top of that our darling James is her precious brother, that fact alone should be enough raise suspicions… If you don't get what I'm talking about read the introductions below…
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A stalker is born- Angela Weber
Angela Weber was born Larissa Angelica Grey on april 23, 1987, in Holley, Florida. Her parents divorced earlyon in Angela's life and her mother Barbara remarriedreverend Thomas Weber of the Baptist Congregation in Seattle.
The biological father, Angelo Demarcus Wilson, was a hard-drinking criminal who died in a shooting during an attempted store robberyjust a few years back. Her biological brother, however, is still alive and kicking. James T Wilson appears to be following in his fathers shady footsteps. If the rumors are true he is the same Wilson that is wanted for the murder of judge Harridan's nephew. (Remember Bella's mention of a particularly difficult murder case that had the entire bureau in a buzz?)
James started his career as a studio photographer,but he soon developed a somewhat questionable reputation when he started dabbling in porn. In 2003he helped his then barely teenaged sister get a summer job as a darkroom assistant. To make a long story short, the young girl witnessed more nudity and sexual aversion that summer than any young girl should ever have to witness. Jamie was caught with his pant's down, literally… He was sued for sexual harassment and his sister was forced to testify against him in court. It was her words that got him convicted, something brother dearest wasn't too happy about. Death threats followed, hence the sudden name change. Larissa Grey became Angela Weber and a stalker was born…
You see Angela never quite recovered from all that drama. The girl was in and out of mental health programs until she turned 18 and could cut all ties with her mother. The girl relocated to NY where she started working as a cashier, a flower delivery person, and a nanny. That's how she got reacquainted with a certain Edward Cullen. Coincidence? No of course not…Not only did she purposely seek him out, but she had some rather disturbing photos of him in her possession. Nude photos… her brother's handy work, but that's a completely different story…
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The good doctor and his wife- Carlisle and Esme Cullen
Dr Carlisle Cullen is perhaps best known for his accumulated wealth as the co-founder of a highly successful biotech company, but simultaneously he also holds the position as the Chief of Surgery at Forks General Hospital.
His wife Esme, has earned herself a place in the Forks history books by being crowned Miss Washington many, many years ago, making her somewhat of a local celebrity. Outside of her hometown, however, her name is commonly associated with the interior design trade publication that she co-edits.
Evil tongues would say that Dr. Cullen bought himself the position of Chief of Surgery at Forks General Hospital after a nasty mal-practice lawsuit, but to be honest without his generous donations there wouldn't be a medical facility of that sophistication and size in Forks to begin with.