There can remain no faint shadow of doubt that God does indeed exist. He exists and he hates me.
After an interminable week's absence from school with a dislocated knee, Bella made her much-anticipated return to classes today. In blazing sunshine! In Forks! In fucking February!
Alice claimed that an unexpected sea breeze had caused the sudden shift in weather, but I know it was none other than God Almighty, smiting my already cursed existence, in this cruelest of jokes. And on a Friday when we were assigned pair work in Biology too. Oh misery! Edward is thy name!
I shall be having words with God about this on Judgement Day.
Esme held my body as I shook, trembling with rage and wracked with sobs, until I heard her sigh and whisper "There, there, Edward, Bella will still be there on Monday."
Monday?! Fucking Monday?! It is still but Friday! And biology is not until Wednesday! Esme understands nothing. Spending so much time discussing pelmets and bed skirts with Alice has left her even softer in the head than I had feared. Carlisle shall be hearing of these concerns at our next meeting.
Unable to bear any more of Esme's soggy platitudes, I shrugged her off with a hiss and sprinted northwards, into the mountains, to scream at my enemies: god and the sun.
A/N: Poor Esme! she tried. What do you think would calm Edward down? Please leave a review!