What do wewe think?
Haley Myer’s version of Twilight…In Rosalie Hale’s view point…Chapter 1…School…
Rosalie Hale. I repeated the name mentally. “Rose.” Edward yelled.
I sighed. Then groaned. “Coming!” I cried. I ran down the stairs. “Okay Edward.” I did not want to go to school. I was an adult, but still. ‘Blend in’ Edward had alisema a thousand times. He was also an adult, since 1918.
He doesn’t like his story. His journey I like to call it. His new beginning.
I guess none of us like our new beginnings. What we remember. Well except Alice she doesn’t remember her old life, her life as a human, but she remembers her new life as a-
I was cut off kwa Edward. “Rose!” he yelled. ‘Eww’ I realized. We were at school. My eye was caught kwa a rusting machungwa, chungwa old fashioned truck. I turned around. I could see a girl in the truck holding a white folded up paper. She stuffed it in her bag. I turned back around so she wouldn’t see me peeking.
I stepped out of the Edward’s glossy silver Volvo.
I got a better view of the girl. But I did not pay any attention. I left in peace without glancing, hand in hand with Emmett to our first class, trigometry.
The morning passed in a blur until lunch time. Well, for the rest of the school. We the Cullen’s call it silence time. Peace time. I got a tray and picked up a ham sandwich, sandwichi with the disgusting thing wewe call mayonnaise, an apple, a small bag of carrots, and a can of “Diet Rite”. I sat down beside my sister Alice Cullen. We call her the pixie. She has cropped coppery hair, its silk black. Very pixie like. But adorable.
“The Cullen family.” I heard a voice. I knew it kwa name. Jessica Stanley. I snorted. She was the brat. Who was she talking to?
I turned around. It was that girl in the truck. Oh yeah, I remembered
She was the new girl! The sheriffs’ daughter, Isabella Swan. She had long deep brown hair; she had slung her hair over her shoulder.
“So who is that?” Isabella pointed to me. “Oh, that’s Rosalie.” Jessica alisema “She’s pretty isn’t she?” I was flattered, but I still hated her. “Yeah.” Isabella said. “Are they from around here?” Isabella questioned. “Who are they’re parents?” “No, they moved from Alaska,” Jessica peeked. A new voice joined the conversation. Angela Weber. This voice I liked. This voice, this person was nice. “Dr. and Mrs. Cullen’s foster children.”
The cafeteria door opened. I knew who it was. It was my gorgeous brother, Edward. He grabbed a tray and quietly placed an machungwa, chungwa soda, ham sandwich, and a bag of apples. He sat down inayofuata to Emmett. “Who is he?” breathed Isabella breathless at his beauty.
Haley Myer’s version of Twilight…In Rosalie Hale’s view point…Chapter 1…School…
Rosalie Hale. I repeated the name mentally. “Rose.” Edward yelled.
I sighed. Then groaned. “Coming!” I cried. I ran down the stairs. “Okay Edward.” I did not want to go to school. I was an adult, but still. ‘Blend in’ Edward had alisema a thousand times. He was also an adult, since 1918.
He doesn’t like his story. His journey I like to call it. His new beginning.
I guess none of us like our new beginnings. What we remember. Well except Alice she doesn’t remember her old life, her life as a human, but she remembers her new life as a-
I was cut off kwa Edward. “Rose!” he yelled. ‘Eww’ I realized. We were at school. My eye was caught kwa a rusting machungwa, chungwa old fashioned truck. I turned around. I could see a girl in the truck holding a white folded up paper. She stuffed it in her bag. I turned back around so she wouldn’t see me peeking.
I stepped out of the Edward’s glossy silver Volvo.
I got a better view of the girl. But I did not pay any attention. I left in peace without glancing, hand in hand with Emmett to our first class, trigometry.
The morning passed in a blur until lunch time. Well, for the rest of the school. We the Cullen’s call it silence time. Peace time. I got a tray and picked up a ham sandwich, sandwichi with the disgusting thing wewe call mayonnaise, an apple, a small bag of carrots, and a can of “Diet Rite”. I sat down beside my sister Alice Cullen. We call her the pixie. She has cropped coppery hair, its silk black. Very pixie like. But adorable.
“The Cullen family.” I heard a voice. I knew it kwa name. Jessica Stanley. I snorted. She was the brat. Who was she talking to?
I turned around. It was that girl in the truck. Oh yeah, I remembered
She was the new girl! The sheriffs’ daughter, Isabella Swan. She had long deep brown hair; she had slung her hair over her shoulder.
“So who is that?” Isabella pointed to me. “Oh, that’s Rosalie.” Jessica alisema “She’s pretty isn’t she?” I was flattered, but I still hated her. “Yeah.” Isabella said. “Are they from around here?” Isabella questioned. “Who are they’re parents?” “No, they moved from Alaska,” Jessica peeked. A new voice joined the conversation. Angela Weber. This voice I liked. This voice, this person was nice. “Dr. and Mrs. Cullen’s foster children.”
The cafeteria door opened. I knew who it was. It was my gorgeous brother, Edward. He grabbed a tray and quietly placed an machungwa, chungwa soda, ham sandwich, and a bag of apples. He sat down inayofuata to Emmett. “Who is he?” breathed Isabella breathless at his beauty.
