The Catching:
I’d been dreading this день for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams или speaking in front of the class, it was Письмо a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it сказал(-а) three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
Ты might think why would I be dreading, a день of Письмо to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with Письмо to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small облако covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
