HAHAH!!

This is going to be written in the life of claire. The little girl for quil.

Im 17 now, and all my life quil has been my side, i know how , или why he has stayed или why he has stayed the same.
He is by best friend, but it feels wrong for a man who used to change my diapers , to calling the parents of the little girls that picked on me, to now a man i had feelings for, and felt them back.
I am Quilette girl, so i have dark skin, and brown eyes.
I'm not athelete, nor am good with technology, i just know that my art is everything.
I paint my feelings. Ты know how some people say, i ate my feelings,...

"Mummy?" I turned towards Renesmee, whose dress was now covered in dirt, oh jacob!! i wasn't going to be the one to do the washing now...
Her arms streched towards me , clutching her hands.
i opened my arms wide, she sped straight in my chest..
her warm hands brusedh my face, she always has something to show.
"Nessie! DONT Ты EVER DO THAT TO A WEREWOLF, ITS DANGEROUS! PAUL COULD'VE KILLED YOU! i really doubt Ты want me to kill my brother"

Jacob had never raised his voice to Renesmee ever. I saw a tear roll from her pearl crimson eyes.
" i smelll something human mum?" she inhaled.
i took in, to...