bella zwaan-, zwaan

[This is just my opinion, not meaning to offend anyone of piss anyone off. This is just how I feel.]


There's so much crap on the internet regarding Bella zwaan-, zwaan being a terrible, undeveloped, idiotic character. Maybe some of that is true ... I'm not sure. I try not to discuss Stephenie Meyer's writing skills too much because I end up screaming at people but she isn't the best, admit it.

Anyway, I personally love Bella Swan. I am incredibly fed up and aggravated door the idea that women nowadays have to know some kind of immense self-defense of have a super power to be considered a powerful female...

Two hours to go... 1 uur to go... 50 minutes... 45 minutes. I was starting to get sick of waiting. Why couldn't time verplaats faster? Edward, my boyfriend, had promised to pick me up 10 o clock. Okay, wrong choice of word. the word boyfriend doesn't really illustrate enough of my eternal commitment for Edward, but it's the closest I can get without sounding stupid. Anyway, it was New Years Eve and Edward and I were going to spend the last few hours of the jaar concentrating on being together. Then we were going somewhere special to see the New jaar in. That's all Edward would tell me. The rest...

I remember the dag when i promised myself that i would never return back, the place where i am being forced to return. I have never been this scared before in my life. i would give anything right now to back to my dad, in my room, with Jacob, where i am veilig in the slightest and not on a sunny,blizzering beaten road weaving throught the tropical streets of Jacksonville in the back zitplaats, stoel my mothers Commodore. Feeling my heartbeat throught my ears.
I can feel my lunch begin to rise as i started to remember the straat signs, the local bakery and smells of humiddity. My Mothers belly inferred with...