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That night Bella went home pagina and had a long argument with Jacob about working and hanging arond with the Cullens. "Bella, u know I don't like u hanging around with them bloodsuckers. u shouldn't do this to me, you'll get hurt,"Jacob zei with false conserne. "Jacob, u stopped me from going to college because u didn't want to leave La Push, I understand that but your not even around any meer I can't always hang around with Christy any meer she has a job u know! Ineed to get off my but and work have some fun and enjoy life while it lasts!" Bella complained over and over but Jacob wouldn't...

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Charlie was out of the hospital and lounging in front of the TV, watching baseball on ESPN. He looked completely healthy and according to him felt healthy. I guess it was the Azdi part of him that had helped him heal so well although Charlie denied having healing abilities. I sat volgende to him.
“Want anything?” I asked him.
“I’m alright,” he said, not taking his eyes off the batter that was running round the bases.
“I do not understand that sport,” I said, shaking my head clueless at the screen.
“It’s very simple. See that guy that’s...

Ch 2
A/N: Hey! This is Ch.2 of my story. If u actually read this, thanks. Also, if u do read it, please review and suggest (even if u don't like it.) I own nothing



Bella's POV

I woke up in the living room. The tv was, of course, on. ESPN had on baseball game. Red Socks vs Yankees. But, as soon as my eyes opened, Charlie noticed. He was watching me, not the game.

"Bella! Are u okay? u just passed out. Everybody left." Charlie said, worried.

"I'm fine, what time is it?" I asked

"5:30."

"AM of PM?" I asked, very, very curious.

"Ummm............PM."

'Why did I sleep so long?' I asked...

I’m in a hotel where the interview will take place. Robert is late, although understandably so. He’s been doing interviews all day, so I try to be patient. Suddenly, the door opens and Robert walks in apologizing with a very thick British accents that makes u melt. He’s tall and thin, he has a very pale skin. He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt under another shirt. He’s hair is messy and it looks as though he had fallen asleep. He plays with a bottle of coke. When he finally sits down we start out interview…
What made u want to be in this movie? Had u read the books?No, I hadn’t...

This is just a little thing i wrote and would love to continue it but i just want to hear what u think of this before i do. rate and commentaar plz!!!




I didn’t know how to tell my mother that I wanted to leave the country. I wanted to tell her the real reason but I was convinced that it would upset her and I wanted her to be happy. How could I explain to her that her fiancée hated me and wanted to ship me off to a boarding school in Switzerland? I didn’t want her to feel that she would have to break up with him because I didn’t like him. Rephrase that, because I hated him. He obviously...

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chapter three
(mia's pov)
we stopped when we got to a little clearing covered in flowers, he let go of my hand and went to sit down he patted the floor volgende to him for me to go sit with him, i sat down and faced him, he took both my hands in his and started playing with my fingers. "amelia, i told u that i am a werewolf, well werewolfs do this thing called imprint" he looked up from our hands and into my eye's "when we find the person we are meant to be with, she is the one holding us on this earth not gravity" he was still staring into my eye's "amelia when i...

okay, you've seen the prologue, this is the first chapter...enjoi!

I knew it was too early to get up, yet I couldn’t just lie there any more. If I didn’t do something, I may just go mad. My beautiful, immortal vampire boyfriend was out hunting with his brothers and wouldn’t be home pagina until later today. His sister Alice was supposed to stay with me, but thanks to her love of dressing me up like a Barbie doll and my clever planning, she stayed at her place to arrange a whole new wardrobe for me and I got to spend the night without being babysat. I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock....

This is sort of a short one...

"Hey, Renesmee, wait up!"
I didn't have to turn to know the voice. It was Mrs. Malagwa, my art teacher, the only person at Brenton who insisted on calling me 'Renesmee.'
I turned and smiled at her. "Is there a problem, Mrs. Malagwa?"
"No, no problem." she panted, out of breath, though she'd only jogged a few steps. I waited for her to continue. "The Valentine's dag Dance is coming up," she said. "And u have such artistic ability. We need meer members on the Decorating Comittee." she held up a sheet that was half filled with signatures.
Ah, the dance. I was...