kunst van een fan

I shook as the driver pulled up to the sidewalk volgende to the Ballet Studio. I nodded to the driver, then he took off. The yellow chipped taxi zooming off into the pitch black darkness. I glanced at the doors to the ballet studio. Rigid, old wood framed delicate paned glass. I grasped the rusty old handle and heaved with all my might to open it, expecting it to be heavy. Which it wasn't and I flew backwards. I fell into the door but kept half my balance. I quietly stepped into the studio.
"Bella.. Bella, Bella where are you?"
Mom.
I ran towards her voice in frantic movements. The sound was...

End of Chapter 13

“Where’s my dad?” I asked Jacob. “Is that him sleeping upstairs?” I asked. Jacob just shook his head yes. “Thanks for bring her here and I need u and just u tomorrow at my house for Neisse. All the rest of the people will fill u in. I love u Jacob like a brother and a son. Thank- u for over all these years. Edward and I need to get home pagina so I’ll see u in the morning make u sure u get there. Bye “I said. Edward picked up Neisse and we started walking out the door in the woods then we started running home.
    When we got home...