Maria Hunter found life pretty dull.
For example, living in the barren eastern middle-of-nowhere of Northern Ireland, with little to do and endless countryside stretching in every direction, Maria could think of very few things to lift her from the gloomy silence she retained whilst making her way home pagina from school each day. She wasn’t a difficult child, but she found life so ordinary. School was repetitive, and being one longing for more, Maria did not fit in well and had few friends. Her home pagina life was uninteresting, living in a bungalow with her elderly grandmother, after the unfortunate deaths of both her parents. u see, Maria Hunter was a dreamer, a young mind coming to the point of womanhood and she couldn’t help but cast her thoughts to exciting possibilities that enticed her to leave this humdrum way of life.
As Maria reached the first stile of many on her long route home, she felt the first cold patter of raindrops hit her face. She sighed and threw her schoolbag into the field, heaved herself over the stile after it and slammed it back on to her shoulders, ignoring the splatter of mud that came with it, her temper getting the better of her. The rain was really beginning to fall heavily now; the moisture seemed to be considering joining forces and becoming a real downpour, so Maria hunched her shoulders and pelted towards the other side of the field, hoping to reach the little cove of trees before that happened.
Luckily, with little else to do in this region, Maria had taken to exploring the countryside around her house and so she had built up her knowledge and physical strength through sheer experience. She was a quick learner and adapter, preferring to spend time analysing and gaining new information than with the few vrienden she had. She was considered ‘weird’ door many of the girls at school, but she cared very little. As for the boys, she was, for the most part, uninterested. Only one had ever caught her attention, someone she had glimpsed a few times between corridors and in the cafeteria. The most mysterious person she had ever seen. Tall and muscular, the plain school uniform seemed to do injustice to his true build, hiding his strong arms and chest. His skin was chalk-white, real alabaster, smooth, from what Maria could see and yet, seemed to be as tough and hard as rock. However, that had been nothing, really, compared to his face. It had been the most beautiful and angelic thing Maria had ever seen, with its strong jaw and high cheekbones. His whole face radiated calmness and his eyes- however hidden under casual locks of honey-coloured hair, were buttery hazel, brighter than any other colour she had ever seen.
This enigma of a human being had left almost as quickly as he’d come. A lot of the girls were blatantly disappointed that he’d vanished, but Maria had been meer curious. He had been almost fleeting, like a drifting snowflake that catches on one’s arm before melting away and leaving a confused array of feelings and onbeantwoord vragen behind.
The rain showed no signs of ever letting up and so Maria sighed and continued on her journey, lost in reminiscence over puzzling memories.
The volgende installment awaits you...
For example, living in the barren eastern middle-of-nowhere of Northern Ireland, with little to do and endless countryside stretching in every direction, Maria could think of very few things to lift her from the gloomy silence she retained whilst making her way home pagina from school each day. She wasn’t a difficult child, but she found life so ordinary. School was repetitive, and being one longing for more, Maria did not fit in well and had few friends. Her home pagina life was uninteresting, living in a bungalow with her elderly grandmother, after the unfortunate deaths of both her parents. u see, Maria Hunter was a dreamer, a young mind coming to the point of womanhood and she couldn’t help but cast her thoughts to exciting possibilities that enticed her to leave this humdrum way of life.
As Maria reached the first stile of many on her long route home, she felt the first cold patter of raindrops hit her face. She sighed and threw her schoolbag into the field, heaved herself over the stile after it and slammed it back on to her shoulders, ignoring the splatter of mud that came with it, her temper getting the better of her. The rain was really beginning to fall heavily now; the moisture seemed to be considering joining forces and becoming a real downpour, so Maria hunched her shoulders and pelted towards the other side of the field, hoping to reach the little cove of trees before that happened.
Luckily, with little else to do in this region, Maria had taken to exploring the countryside around her house and so she had built up her knowledge and physical strength through sheer experience. She was a quick learner and adapter, preferring to spend time analysing and gaining new information than with the few vrienden she had. She was considered ‘weird’ door many of the girls at school, but she cared very little. As for the boys, she was, for the most part, uninterested. Only one had ever caught her attention, someone she had glimpsed a few times between corridors and in the cafeteria. The most mysterious person she had ever seen. Tall and muscular, the plain school uniform seemed to do injustice to his true build, hiding his strong arms and chest. His skin was chalk-white, real alabaster, smooth, from what Maria could see and yet, seemed to be as tough and hard as rock. However, that had been nothing, really, compared to his face. It had been the most beautiful and angelic thing Maria had ever seen, with its strong jaw and high cheekbones. His whole face radiated calmness and his eyes- however hidden under casual locks of honey-coloured hair, were buttery hazel, brighter than any other colour she had ever seen.
This enigma of a human being had left almost as quickly as he’d come. A lot of the girls were blatantly disappointed that he’d vanished, but Maria had been meer curious. He had been almost fleeting, like a drifting snowflake that catches on one’s arm before melting away and leaving a confused array of feelings and onbeantwoord vragen behind.
The rain showed no signs of ever letting up and so Maria sighed and continued on her journey, lost in reminiscence over puzzling memories.
The volgende installment awaits you...
Have u gotten used to the Twilight fans?
Peter Facinelli: "I don't know if u ever get used to them. They're not weird. I love them. I love each and every one of them. No, they're great. They're the best fans that u can have. They're so loyal. We've had people camping out all night long on the sets."
For this one, too?
Peter Facinelli: "Yeah, oh yeah. People are like literally in sleeping bags. We shot all night - u know, night shoots - because vampires like to shoot at night. And then we'd come out at 5 in the morning and they'd be in sleeping bags."
And having Chris [Weitz] as the director this time?
Peter Facinelli: "Fantastic. u know, the seconde time around it's a little easier. u feel like u have like a little bit meer money it feels like. The atmosphere is calmer. I think it's going to be good. It's kind of nice having different perspectives, u know, film to film. They just announced the third director too."
Peter Facinelli: "I don't know if u ever get used to them. They're not weird. I love them. I love each and every one of them. No, they're great. They're the best fans that u can have. They're so loyal. We've had people camping out all night long on the sets."
For this one, too?
Peter Facinelli: "Yeah, oh yeah. People are like literally in sleeping bags. We shot all night - u know, night shoots - because vampires like to shoot at night. And then we'd come out at 5 in the morning and they'd be in sleeping bags."
And having Chris [Weitz] as the director this time?
Peter Facinelli: "Fantastic. u know, the seconde time around it's a little easier. u feel like u have like a little bit meer money it feels like. The atmosphere is calmer. I think it's going to be good. It's kind of nice having different perspectives, u know, film to film. They just announced the third director too."
10 Ways to Annoy Edward Cullen
10. Sing “Discovery Channel” door the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.”
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains of argues, reply with “What are u gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room of says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Like a Virgin” door Madonna.
10. Sing “Discovery Channel” door the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.”
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains of argues, reply with “What are u gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room of says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Like a Virgin” door Madonna.
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie zei Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” door The Police. When she asks why the hell u did it, say that she reminds u of Roxanne.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie zei Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” door The Police. When she asks why the hell u did it, say that she reminds u of Roxanne.