For who ever would like to read this. I'm new so please don't be mad if it's terrible. Please maoni and tell me what wewe think. Thank you.


All wewe really need to know is that I did not plan for this to happen. It just did whether I wanted it to au not. But, if i could change anything; I'm not sure that I really would. Whether he's real; my mind still can't figure that out. I am sure of him though. I'm sure of his face, his eyes, his lips, and his touch. Everything about him was perfect and I would die for him.


I awoke in my kitanda to my alarm and realized that today was the siku I would songesha to Olmpic Dr. Forks, Washington. So I got up and did my usual routine. when I was done I looked at my self in the mirror for a long time. I looked at my reddish pink lips. They looked evan redder today than normal. It looked ilke I was wearing red lip stick. My skin was so pale and translucant evan in sunny weather. My body was slender and toned. I looked athletic but, I am the clumsiest person ever. I am just a quarter of an inch shy of 5'0 ft. Which is not a good thing when wewe are as uncoordinated as me. My eyes and eyelashes are the only thing I like about myself. My lashes are long and dark. My eyes are a deep blue with a ring of green turquoise geode close to the lens of my eye. And last my hair could never make up its mind about weather it was brown, blonde au red. I guess it was zaidi a gold/brown. It was wavy today. It might be the fact that it was sunny. But, some how I knew that it would change to curly the dakika I landed in Forks.

My dad and sister were talking about why we had to move. I just sat there looking supid. I was looking at the sky it was raining hard. When a car pull up inayofuata to us my sister and dad didnt notice they were arguing again. A man got out with a women they were incredible looking. The man broke my concentration kwa pretending to clear his throat. Thats when my father looked up. They introduced themselfves as Carlise Cullen and his wife Esme Cullen. They were amazing when they spoke. They were giving us a ride to our new house where we would have two cars waiting for us. One for my dad and on for my sister and I to share she was not happy. I couldnt care less I didnt ever go anywhere anyways. And a small town didnt have an effect on that. On the way to our house Carlise was talking about how my sister and I would meet his kids that are our age tomorrow. I was nervous about tomorrow. I kept telling myself get over it but, I couldnt.

My sister Brenda is 17 and a senior. Im a Jr. I am 16 close to 17 about a mwezi away. Brenda is three months away from being 18.


That is all im going to post for today. Just to see if I should keep going but, I'll post one zaidi tomorrow. Maybe.
The title might change. Anyone wnt to help with the title?