Fear is such an overrated word. Insecurity now thats a good one. At this moment I feel that one emotion that everyone hates when আপনি want to hide under a rock.
I lean back agains the দেওয়াল hitting my head against it. A loud thud echoes through the house. I can see that my grandparents have heard. There slow foot steps thud against the hard wood floor.
"Laylia? Is that you?" Grandpas voice sound from the corner around the stair case. I quickly gather my self up and swiftly run to my room.
The hours went দ্বারা slowly as I layed in বিছানা that night. The morning has finaly come and i now have to prepare for my frist real দিন of American hight school. My school in Paris was a quiet, sophisticated private school. I'll jave to get used to noisy lunch rooms, and constant crude humor. But what should I expect? This is after all The United States of America isn't it? I try and try again to convince my self that this will be like any ordinary day, but every time I fail.
Being half French and all can't do me justice either. All the other kids here are full quilette and have lived here their whole lives. Me? No, my father ran away from this place, and fled to France where he met my mother. And I am sure আপনি can guess the rest. They got married and had me. Thats right, boring old, proper me, who grew up in the rich part of Paris. The only other thime I have ever been to the reservation was when my parents brought the whole family down to let my dads family meet my mom and me. I was seven so I didn't take in much but still.
"Laylia, come down and get your breakfast." I trudge down the stairs with my nice neat backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Thanks Grandma Esther." I thank her as I sit down at the table. The টেবিল cloth is gone, and now আপনি can see the faded blue, pealing paint on the old table.
My morning flew দ্বারা to my dismay, and when Grandpa loaded me and himself into his old pickup truck my spirits sank to an all time low.
The school looks small agains the normal gray sky. It's one story stucture made of purely sloid red brick looked আরো like an old seventies affice building than a school. There are no sepparate groups of kids ordered দ্বারা popularity and unpopularity. They are all in one big group. As I walk towards the clump, a body stops and faces me. I look up to see Seths familiar face. He reaches out his hand towards me and smiles. I can't help but smile back. I haven't realy figured out what this all means, I mean are we dating now that he imprinted on me অথবা are we just friends, aquaintances?
"Can i talk to আপনি for a sec?" He asks leading me over to a little brick fence surrounding a few trees.
"Sure." I say trying to act positive and upbeat. Even thought I feel like I am the poor মাছ in a flock of seaguls.
"Ever since last night I have felt this passion for আপনি and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I don't want to ignore আপনি and not let a word pass. i imprinted on and that means we were meant to be togeth as long as we are alive . So I just want to know, will আপনি be my girlfriend?" I হারিয়ে গেছে all my fear and confidence fose in my chest.
"I could say no, but that would be about the biggest mistake I ever made." I say as I look in his eyes. Slowly he leans his head down and sets his warm lips against mine. After a few সেকেন্ড he lifts his head back up and takes my hand in his. As we walk away our eyes stay locked and our smiles broad.
I lean back agains the দেওয়াল hitting my head against it. A loud thud echoes through the house. I can see that my grandparents have heard. There slow foot steps thud against the hard wood floor.
"Laylia? Is that you?" Grandpas voice sound from the corner around the stair case. I quickly gather my self up and swiftly run to my room.
The hours went দ্বারা slowly as I layed in বিছানা that night. The morning has finaly come and i now have to prepare for my frist real দিন of American hight school. My school in Paris was a quiet, sophisticated private school. I'll jave to get used to noisy lunch rooms, and constant crude humor. But what should I expect? This is after all The United States of America isn't it? I try and try again to convince my self that this will be like any ordinary day, but every time I fail.
Being half French and all can't do me justice either. All the other kids here are full quilette and have lived here their whole lives. Me? No, my father ran away from this place, and fled to France where he met my mother. And I am sure আপনি can guess the rest. They got married and had me. Thats right, boring old, proper me, who grew up in the rich part of Paris. The only other thime I have ever been to the reservation was when my parents brought the whole family down to let my dads family meet my mom and me. I was seven so I didn't take in much but still.
"Laylia, come down and get your breakfast." I trudge down the stairs with my nice neat backpack slung over my shoulder.
"Thanks Grandma Esther." I thank her as I sit down at the table. The টেবিল cloth is gone, and now আপনি can see the faded blue, pealing paint on the old table.
My morning flew দ্বারা to my dismay, and when Grandpa loaded me and himself into his old pickup truck my spirits sank to an all time low.
The school looks small agains the normal gray sky. It's one story stucture made of purely sloid red brick looked আরো like an old seventies affice building than a school. There are no sepparate groups of kids ordered দ্বারা popularity and unpopularity. They are all in one big group. As I walk towards the clump, a body stops and faces me. I look up to see Seths familiar face. He reaches out his hand towards me and smiles. I can't help but smile back. I haven't realy figured out what this all means, I mean are we dating now that he imprinted on me অথবা are we just friends, aquaintances?
"Can i talk to আপনি for a sec?" He asks leading me over to a little brick fence surrounding a few trees.
"Sure." I say trying to act positive and upbeat. Even thought I feel like I am the poor মাছ in a flock of seaguls.
"Ever since last night I have felt this passion for আপনি and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I don't want to ignore আপনি and not let a word pass. i imprinted on and that means we were meant to be togeth as long as we are alive . So I just want to know, will আপনি be my girlfriend?" I হারিয়ে গেছে all my fear and confidence fose in my chest.
"I could say no, but that would be about the biggest mistake I ever made." I say as I look in his eyes. Slowly he leans his head down and sets his warm lips against mine. After a few সেকেন্ড he lifts his head back up and takes my hand in his. As we walk away our eyes stay locked and our smiles broad.
I really just wanted to put this out there, How many of আপনি would like to read about the honeymoon from Edwards perspective? I have alot of stories running around in my head but I think they would not be for anyone under the age of 16, due to the sensitive content. Also I was wondering if আপনি would like to see it from Bella's point of view. I don't want to offend anyone so please give me some feedback. I chose 16 as that is the legal age in most countries, let me know. Sorry if I have offended anyone with these প্রশ্ন there was no offence intended. I was just curious.
10. Beg him not to eat you.
9. Inform him that he seems to be the “depressed” Cullen.
8. Go up to him, look him in the eye and ask if he is hungry.
7. Spell his name with two “a”’s (Jaspar) and call him Jaspar Cullen. When he objects, saying his name is Jasper Hale, wave your hand at him and tell him all that blood must have gone to his brain.
6. Tell him only girls feel emotions. Then giggle and run away.
5. Dress up in a cape and fangs and leap out in front of him when he is least expecting it, proclaiming আপনি have come to suck his blood.
4. Send out waves of lust and see how he reacts.
3. When he gets too close made your fingers into the sign of the ক্রুশ and cry, “The power of Christ compels you!”.
2. Splatter red paint all over his and Alice’s room and videotape his reaction.
And the Number One way to annoy Jasper Hale?
1. Whenever he says anything, snap to attention, shout “Sir, yes sir!” and salute, army style.
9. Inform him that he seems to be the “depressed” Cullen.
8. Go up to him, look him in the eye and ask if he is hungry.
7. Spell his name with two “a”’s (Jaspar) and call him Jaspar Cullen. When he objects, saying his name is Jasper Hale, wave your hand at him and tell him all that blood must have gone to his brain.
6. Tell him only girls feel emotions. Then giggle and run away.
5. Dress up in a cape and fangs and leap out in front of him when he is least expecting it, proclaiming আপনি have come to suck his blood.
4. Send out waves of lust and see how he reacts.
3. When he gets too close made your fingers into the sign of the ক্রুশ and cry, “The power of Christ compels you!”.
2. Splatter red paint all over his and Alice’s room and videotape his reaction.
And the Number One way to annoy Jasper Hale?
1. Whenever he says anything, snap to attention, shout “Sir, yes sir!” and salute, army style.