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 день Dance is coming up," she said. "And Ты have such artistic ability. We need еще members on the Decorating Comittee." she held up a sheet that was half filled with signatures.
Ah, the dance. I was trying to surpress all thoughts of Valentine's Day, but the thoughts were creeping in now.
Mrs. Malagwa was still speaking. "...artistic ability," she was saying. "And Ты could do a really good job as a decorator. Ты know most of the kids, I think..." she looked at me hopefully. "Sure, I'll do it," I told her. I took the pen and made a big production of signing it 'Nessie.' "Thank-you, Renesmee!" she gushed immediately. Well, so much for that production. "It's no problem, Mrs. Malagwa. See Ты tomorrow." I waved and started back towards my dorm.
I had almost forgotten about Valentine's Day, but now that I had been reminded, what I really wanted to do was avoid all civilization on Saturday. It was almost too much to see other Brenton students go walking around hand-in-hand, Поцелуи each other.
I hadn't had much time to think about Jacob recently. Homework, teachers, and now the dance were making it impossible. I still loved the learning experiance, though. I could speak almost fluently in French and Latin and was getting straight A's in History. I was doing good in all other classes as well, but I didn't feel so strongly about them.
Ashlie and Libby both had activities after school for a few hours, so this left time for me to think alone without interruption.
I still wasn't sure how I felt. I didn't want to call, afraid that he'd misinterpret my reason for calling, only to be disappointed when I didn't tell him how I felt. But it was a very strange feeling, being away from him for so long. I could almost feel a magnetic pull between here and Washington; feel it pulling me towards him, begging me to go back, so much easier than resisting. But my first semester wasn't even done. I wondered if he felt the same pull, или if I was paranoid. Did he miss me?
And then the dreaded dance was tomorrow. I obviously didn't have a date, and wasn't planning on it either. I had been asked, sure, but no one I especially desired was here.
I pulled out a small scrapbook of фото I had brought along and looked at them. There was my mom and dad, Aunt Alice, Aunt Rosalie, Grandma, and Grandpa, and others. Jacob's eyes stared warmly at me from the photo, his face bright and happy, the opposite of that день at the airport.
And suddenly....everything fell into place. I knew those eyes. Those eyes full of easy-to-read secrets. Dark and shady, but still crystal clear. Right now, smiling at me from the picture, Jacob's eyes said, I Любовь you, Renesmee! Don't Ты see that? I've loved Ты for a long time. Don't Ты Любовь me? Tell me Ты do!
How could I have been so blind? How had I not realized? I wondered how stupid I really was. Despire my straight A's, I couldn't even figure out I was in love???
I could barely think the words, let alone say them. I Любовь you, too, I thought a few минуты later. It felt so strange to think, though I knew it was true. I was getting a warm, tingly feeling all over as if Jacob was standing right there. This was much different then saying I loved mom или dad или Grandma. I loved Jacob, a boy I had known my whole life, though I had never known him until this minute. His eyes, clear deep, were somehow unsatisfied before, but now were as happy as the smile on his face. He was not just 'Jacob.'
He was my Jacob.
"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 день Dance is coming up," she said. "And Ты have such artistic ability. We need еще members on the Decorating Comittee." she held up a sheet that was half filled with signatures.
Ah, the dance. I was trying to surpress all thoughts of Valentine's Day, but the thoughts were creeping in now.
Mrs. Malagwa was still speaking. "...artistic ability," she was saying. "And Ты could do a really good job as a decorator. Ты know most of the kids, I think..." she looked at me hopefully. "Sure, I'll do it," I told her. I took the pen and made a big production of signing it 'Nessie.' "Thank-you, Renesmee!" she gushed immediately. Well, so much for that production. "It's no problem, Mrs. Malagwa. See Ты tomorrow." I waved and started back towards my dorm.
I had almost forgotten about Valentine's Day, but now that I had been reminded, what I really wanted to do was avoid all civilization on Saturday. It was almost too much to see other Brenton students go walking around hand-in-hand, Поцелуи each other.
I hadn't had much time to think about Jacob recently. Homework, teachers, and now the dance were making it impossible. I still loved the learning experiance, though. I could speak almost fluently in French and Latin and was getting straight A's in History. I was doing good in all other classes as well, but I didn't feel so strongly about them.
Ashlie and Libby both had activities after school for a few hours, so this left time for me to think alone without interruption.
I still wasn't sure how I felt. I didn't want to call, afraid that he'd misinterpret my reason for calling, only to be disappointed when I didn't tell him how I felt. But it was a very strange feeling, being away from him for so long. I could almost feel a magnetic pull between here and Washington; feel it pulling me towards him, begging me to go back, so much easier than resisting. But my first semester wasn't even done. I wondered if he felt the same pull, или if I was paranoid. Did he miss me?
And then the dreaded dance was tomorrow. I obviously didn't have a date, and wasn't planning on it either. I had been asked, sure, but no one I especially desired was here.
I pulled out a small scrapbook of фото I had brought along and looked at them. There was my mom and dad, Aunt Alice, Aunt Rosalie, Grandma, and Grandpa, and others. Jacob's eyes stared warmly at me from the photo, his face bright and happy, the opposite of that день at the airport.
And suddenly....everything fell into place. I knew those eyes. Those eyes full of easy-to-read secrets. Dark and shady, but still crystal clear. Right now, smiling at me from the picture, Jacob's eyes said, I Любовь you, Renesmee! Don't Ты see that? I've loved Ты for a long time. Don't Ты Любовь me? Tell me Ты do!
How could I have been so blind? How had I not realized? I wondered how stupid I really was. Despire my straight A's, I couldn't even figure out I was in love???
I could barely think the words, let alone say them. I Любовь you, too, I thought a few минуты later. It felt so strange to think, though I knew it was true. I was getting a warm, tingly feeling all over as if Jacob was standing right there. This was much different then saying I loved mom или dad или Grandma. I loved Jacob, a boy I had known my whole life, though I had never known him until this minute. His eyes, clear deep, were somehow unsatisfied before, but now were as happy as the smile on his face. He was not just 'Jacob.'
He was my Jacob.
Nikki, 20, recently told InStyle magazine about how she likes to be comfortable: “I feel comfortable in this [her clothes] because it’s loose-fitting, and I get to sit down in a chair! They put me in 12-inch stilettos [in the movie] because I am supposed to be taller than my sister… It was the running joke that we might not be able to shoot because I might not be able to walk. I was like, ‘Can Ты just have us sitting and put me on a pillow?’”
The Twilight soundtrack is currently in the #1 spot on Billboard.com and iTunes! The film opens in theaters Далее week.
So, the past week had been filled with Twilight pictures. Everyday we got at least 2 amazing pictures. Well, now that the Twilight Illistrated Movie Companion is out, there are scans of pictures from the movie in the book on the internet.
And someone from LiveJournal really caught my eye... in a bad way. This particular person is saying stuff like "**** Summit" или "**** Twilight Illustrated Movie Companion". What I don't get is... Why do they choose to look at the pictures?! The person who Опубликовано these pictures warned that they would be spoilers, and announced not click the link if they didn't want to see them.
Those who want to be surprised by the movie, that's fine. But they shouldn't go around cussin Summit или Stephenie Meyer или any other fansite because they chose to view them.
And someone from LiveJournal really caught my eye... in a bad way. This particular person is saying stuff like "**** Summit" или "**** Twilight Illustrated Movie Companion". What I don't get is... Why do they choose to look at the pictures?! The person who Опубликовано these pictures warned that they would be spoilers, and announced not click the link if they didn't want to see them.
Those who want to be surprised by the movie, that's fine. But they shouldn't go around cussin Summit или Stephenie Meyer или any other fansite because they chose to view them.
I am sure Ты already read Stephenie's message on her website about Midnight Sun being halted indefinately.
Some petitions have already been started on link to Показать Stephenie our support and to agree to not violate her right to privacy by Чтение the illegal material.
I know it takes some time, but be sure to sign all of them, Показать your love! Here are a few Ссылки to the petitions:
link
link
link
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link
I know we can make a difference!
xoxo
Some petitions have already been started on link to Показать Stephenie our support and to agree to not violate her right to privacy by Чтение the illegal material.
I know it takes some time, but be sure to sign all of them, Показать your love! Here are a few Ссылки to the petitions:
link
link
link
link
link
I know we can make a difference!
xoxo
Hey! Do Ты guys know a good twilight Фан site? Help us all out and tell us... so we can go on!
Heres the cool site I found: www.freewebs.com/twilighttrailer
I think that Ты all know of stephenie's website..... stepheniemeyer.com
Oh! Also- If anyones knows of a good site to see interviews или еще trailer... Tell Me!
Speaking of stephenie's website... did any of Ты see the "quote of the day" thing she's doing!? I Любовь that idea! what do Ты guys think? I like the idea.. and I just cant wait to read Breaking Dawn! The movie should be good too :)
Heres the cool site I found: www.freewebs.com/twilighttrailer
I think that Ты all know of stephenie's website..... stepheniemeyer.com
Oh! Also- If anyones knows of a good site to see interviews или еще trailer... Tell Me!
Speaking of stephenie's website... did any of Ты see the "quote of the day" thing she's doing!? I Любовь that idea! what do Ты guys think? I like the idea.. and I just cant wait to read Breaking Dawn! The movie should be good too :)
There are people that пересекать, крест our lives
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, или acts to improve the lot of others, или strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written by some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, или acts to improve the lot of others, или strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written by some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
10. IDEALS
9. Сверхъестественное POWERS
8. THE BODY GUARD
7. SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE
6. MR. DARCY DOUBLE
5. BAD BOY
4. SELF-CONTROL
3. Энджел IN DISGUISE
2. AMAZING EYES
1. SELF-LESS
Twilight, the first novel as part of the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer is excruciatingly addictive as it is ubiquitous – there’s always someone buried head deep into a Twilight book either on the train, bus, пляж, пляжный или at the park.
Whilst the latest of the series Eclipse is now heading for our cinemas, lets go back to the first of the series Twilight to see where all the madness began. Sorry to all the Jacob Black Фаны out there!
(Warning: If Ты haven’t read Twilight there are numerous plot giveaways in this blog)
From: link
9. Сверхъестественное POWERS
8. THE BODY GUARD
7. SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE
6. MR. DARCY DOUBLE
5. BAD BOY
4. SELF-CONTROL
3. Энджел IN DISGUISE
2. AMAZING EYES
1. SELF-LESS
Twilight, the first novel as part of the Twilight series by Stephanie Meyer is excruciatingly addictive as it is ubiquitous – there’s always someone buried head deep into a Twilight book either on the train, bus, пляж, пляжный или at the park.
Whilst the latest of the series Eclipse is now heading for our cinemas, lets go back to the first of the series Twilight to see where all the madness began. Sorry to all the Jacob Black Фаны out there!
(Warning: If Ты haven’t read Twilight there are numerous plot giveaways in this blog)
From: link