This is from the book nightlight. This book is a funnier version of twilight.
Chapter 1 first look
The hot Phoenix sun glared down on the car windowsill where my bare, pallid arm dangled shamelessly. My mom and I were both going to the airport, but only I had a ticket waiting for me, and that ticket was one-way.
I had dejected, brooding expression on my face, and I could tell from the reflection in the window that it was also an intriguing expression. It seemed out of place, coming from a girl in a sleeveless, lacy вверх and колокол, колокольчик, белл bottom jeans (stars on the back pockets). But I was that kind of girl-out of place. Then I shifted from that place on the dashboard to a normal position in the seat. Much better.
I was exiling myself from my mom's Главная in Phoenix to my dad's Главная in switchblade. As a self exile, I would know the pain of Diaspora and the pleasure of imposing it, callously disregarding my own pleas to say one last good-bye to the potted fungus I was cultivating. I had to coarsen my skin if I was going to be a refugee in Switchblade, a town in northwest Oregon that no one knows about. Don't try to look it up on a map-it's not important enough for mapmakers to care about. And don't even think about looking me up on that map-apparently, I'm not important enough either.
"belle," my mom pointed in terminal. I felt a pang of guilt, leaving her to fend for herself in this huge, friendless airport. But, as the pediatrician said, I couldn't let her saparation anxiety prevent me from getting out of the house for eight или so years.
I got down on my knees and held her hands. "Belle is only going to be gone for the rest of high school, okay? You're going to have a lot of fun with Bill, right Bill?"
Bill nodded. He was my new stepdad and the only other person available to take care of her while I was gone. I can't say I trusted him, but he was cheaper than a sitter.
I straightened up and crossed my arms. It was time to cut the crap. "The emergency numbers are above the phone in the kitchen," I told him. "If she gets hurt skip the first two they're your cell phone and Domino's. I've cooked enough meals to last Ты both the first месяц if Ты трещина, сплит one third of a Stouffers's Lasagna a day."
My mom smiled at the thought of lasagna.
"You don't have to go, Belle," сказал(-а) Bill. "Sure, my street-hockey team is going on tour, but only around the neighborhood. There's plenty of Космос in the car for you, your mom and me to live."
"It's no big deal, I want to go. I want to leave all of my Друзья and the sunlight for a small, rainy town. Making Ты happy makes me happy."
"Please say who will pay the bills when Ты leave?"
I could hear my boarding number being called. "I bet Bill can run faster than Mom to nice Jamba сок man!"
"I am the fastest!" my mom shouted. As they ran off, Bill pulling her рубашка to get ahead, I slowly backed away into the gate, through the jet bridge, and onto the plane. None of us were very good at saying good-bye. For some reason, it always came out good-BUH.
Chapter 1 first look
The hot Phoenix sun glared down on the car windowsill where my bare, pallid arm dangled shamelessly. My mom and I were both going to the airport, but only I had a ticket waiting for me, and that ticket was one-way.
I had dejected, brooding expression on my face, and I could tell from the reflection in the window that it was also an intriguing expression. It seemed out of place, coming from a girl in a sleeveless, lacy вверх and колокол, колокольчик, белл bottom jeans (stars on the back pockets). But I was that kind of girl-out of place. Then I shifted from that place on the dashboard to a normal position in the seat. Much better.
I was exiling myself from my mom's Главная in Phoenix to my dad's Главная in switchblade. As a self exile, I would know the pain of Diaspora and the pleasure of imposing it, callously disregarding my own pleas to say one last good-bye to the potted fungus I was cultivating. I had to coarsen my skin if I was going to be a refugee in Switchblade, a town in northwest Oregon that no one knows about. Don't try to look it up on a map-it's not important enough for mapmakers to care about. And don't even think about looking me up on that map-apparently, I'm not important enough either.
"belle," my mom pointed in terminal. I felt a pang of guilt, leaving her to fend for herself in this huge, friendless airport. But, as the pediatrician said, I couldn't let her saparation anxiety prevent me from getting out of the house for eight или so years.
I got down on my knees and held her hands. "Belle is only going to be gone for the rest of high school, okay? You're going to have a lot of fun with Bill, right Bill?"
Bill nodded. He was my new stepdad and the only other person available to take care of her while I was gone. I can't say I trusted him, but he was cheaper than a sitter.
I straightened up and crossed my arms. It was time to cut the crap. "The emergency numbers are above the phone in the kitchen," I told him. "If she gets hurt skip the first two they're your cell phone and Domino's. I've cooked enough meals to last Ты both the first месяц if Ты трещина, сплит one third of a Stouffers's Lasagna a day."
My mom smiled at the thought of lasagna.
"You don't have to go, Belle," сказал(-а) Bill. "Sure, my street-hockey team is going on tour, but only around the neighborhood. There's plenty of Космос in the car for you, your mom and me to live."
"It's no big deal, I want to go. I want to leave all of my Друзья and the sunlight for a small, rainy town. Making Ты happy makes me happy."
"Please say who will pay the bills when Ты leave?"
I could hear my boarding number being called. "I bet Bill can run faster than Mom to nice Jamba сок man!"
"I am the fastest!" my mom shouted. As they ran off, Bill pulling her рубашка to get ahead, I slowly backed away into the gate, through the jet bridge, and onto the plane. None of us were very good at saying good-bye. For some reason, it always came out good-BUH.
9. “Okay, but if you’re going to get picky like that, Ты have to average in size, too. You’re so small, I’ll have to knock ten years off your total.” (Page 146)
8. “Here’s to responsibility. Twice a week.” (Page 164)
7. “They’re just cliff diving, Bella. Recreation. La Push doesn’t have a mall, Ты know.” (Page 171)
6. “I swear, they’re like hall monitors gone bad.” (Page 173)
5. “Why are Ты apologizing for bleeding?” (Page 188)
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. “Bears don’t want to eat people. We don’t taste that good. Of course, Ты might be an exception. I bet you’d taste good.” (Page 200)
3. “So what are we doing tomorrow? Hiking или the ER?” (Page 203)
2. “I told him Ты were planning to corrupt my youthful innocence.” (Page 209)
1. “Who’s afraid of the big, bad wolf?” (Page 321)
I have recently read a fanfiction story about bella getting sick with something and then she has to stay over at the cullens and all this weird stuff happens to her. Then she can't feel pain. Its not after breaking dawn is before when she is still human. I don't know what it is called. That is why i need your help inding the name of it или find out who wrote it. I like the story and i want to finish it. Please if anyone has seen или hear about this story please send me a message...My name is Brittany. My screen name is EBRCBrit. Ты can add me as a friend if Ты want!!!
The story follows one день in the life of a very disturbed Edward Cullen as he goes about his день job. What is his день job? You'll fine out!
It's rated M for creepiness, language, and disturbing imagery.
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Summary: Edward reminisces about his 'lost' first love.
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