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.
The plane would have to wait for me while I was stumbling ovor my own feet. "HURRY UP!" my father hissed, He sounded zaidi like he was yelling. people turned their heads to stare at me. I blushed a deep red. I probably looked like a tomato. My father was always impatient with me. He always thought I should be zaidi graceful like my sister Brenda. She was perfect. She had dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and a body like mine only she got all the balence and grace. She was althetic. A sports girl and FAST!
She was like our real father. I never knew my real father. I had seen pictures of him and he was gorgous. He had blonde hair like my sisters and gold/brown eyes. I never quiet understood that. I knew my mother but I barely remember her. Everyone I see that knew her like my adoptive father says I look just like her. I just remember her calling my sister and I special. I used to believe her but since she died. I couldnt. Maybe Brenda was special. But, I was far from it. Since I was thinking about my parents I hadnt noticed the time. We had to get off the plane so, we were in forks now. I already missed our nyumbani in flordia. My dad was a doctor and he alisema he had a job opportunity here. It was always something like that. We have moved around so much I dont know what to call home.
We were suppose to get picked up kwa a new co worker of my dads. Lets just say we were early. 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 Carlisle 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 Carlisle 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.
My Father Andrew Curt was in the front kiti, kiti cha with Carlisle. He was talking to him like there was no tomorrow.
"Alana" Esme alisema to me in a low voise. She was so lovely and motherly too!
"Yea." I alisema to let her she had my attention.
"Are wewe looking mbele to tomorrow?" She asked
I grimaced. I didnt want to think about it. She cought my reaction. It was the complete opposite of Brendas. The social butterfly, kipepeo as I called her. I qickly changed my face to lie. I smiled as I thought of something happy so it would be believable.
"Yea! Cant wait for it." I lied. The truth was I could wait a decade and be fine. The conversation ended with that.
I had noticed that on the ride to our house both Esme and Carlsile had the same eye color as my dad. They had the same skin tone too! It was so weird. I would keep this observation to myself though. Not wanting to upset my sister. She didnt need to know everything I was thinking. I looked out my window into the dark It was snowing that much I could see. I didnt like the snow. It meant I would fall a lot. I did think It was pretty though. I looked at my clock 8:30. I sighed. I would need to go to sleep soon. Looked around my new room it was medium sized. It was perfect for me. The walls and carpet were white. My desk, a dresser with a mirror and my kitanda was the only furniture in the room. The furniture was oak staind very traditional. my kitanda was Queen sized and my kitanda spread was a beige color with floral designs all over it. The pillows too. My walk in closet was small. I didnt mind that. My silver dell laptop was the only thing on my desk. I opened it up and loged on to Youtube to play music. I went into my bathroom to take a hot kuoga and get ready for bed.
That night I had the strangest dream. There was a mbwa mwitu howling in the back yard near the forest. I followed the sound dispite the fact I was terrified. I look the large, masive mbwa mwitu up and down. I felt calm and at peace with it so close. It's almost all white. On It's face it had black around its eyes and the tip of its ears. His eyes were what struck me the most. The deep chokoleti brown eyes. It was like the were burning a hole through my eyes and seeing into my soul if the was possible. Then It let out terrifying gut wrenching howl. I woke up screaming along with my alarm clock...
All characters from twilight belong to stephenie meyer not me. Please do not use my characters without my permission. Please let me know what wewe think.
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.
The plane would have to wait for me while I was stumbling ovor my own feet. "HURRY UP!" my father hissed, He sounded zaidi like he was yelling. people turned their heads to stare at me. I blushed a deep red. I probably looked like a tomato. My father was always impatient with me. He always thought I should be zaidi graceful like my sister Brenda. She was perfect. She had dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and a body like mine only she got all the balence and grace. She was althetic. A sports girl and FAST!
She was like our real father. I never knew my real father. I had seen pictures of him and he was gorgous. He had blonde hair like my sisters and gold/brown eyes. I never quiet understood that. I knew my mother but I barely remember her. Everyone I see that knew her like my adoptive father says I look just like her. I just remember her calling my sister and I special. I used to believe her but since she died. I couldnt. Maybe Brenda was special. But, I was far from it. Since I was thinking about my parents I hadnt noticed the time. We had to get off the plane so, we were in forks now. I already missed our nyumbani in flordia. My dad was a doctor and he alisema he had a job opportunity here. It was always something like that. We have moved around so much I dont know what to call home.
We were suppose to get picked up kwa a new co worker of my dads. Lets just say we were early. 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 Carlisle 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 Carlisle 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.
My Father Andrew Curt was in the front kiti, kiti cha with Carlisle. He was talking to him like there was no tomorrow.
"Alana" Esme alisema to me in a low voise. She was so lovely and motherly too!
"Yea." I alisema to let her she had my attention.
"Are wewe looking mbele to tomorrow?" She asked
I grimaced. I didnt want to think about it. She cought my reaction. It was the complete opposite of Brendas. The social butterfly, kipepeo as I called her. I qickly changed my face to lie. I smiled as I thought of something happy so it would be believable.
"Yea! Cant wait for it." I lied. The truth was I could wait a decade and be fine. The conversation ended with that.
I had noticed that on the ride to our house both Esme and Carlsile had the same eye color as my dad. They had the same skin tone too! It was so weird. I would keep this observation to myself though. Not wanting to upset my sister. She didnt need to know everything I was thinking. I looked out my window into the dark It was snowing that much I could see. I didnt like the snow. It meant I would fall a lot. I did think It was pretty though. I looked at my clock 8:30. I sighed. I would need to go to sleep soon. Looked around my new room it was medium sized. It was perfect for me. The walls and carpet were white. My desk, a dresser with a mirror and my kitanda was the only furniture in the room. The furniture was oak staind very traditional. my kitanda was Queen sized and my kitanda spread was a beige color with floral designs all over it. The pillows too. My walk in closet was small. I didnt mind that. My silver dell laptop was the only thing on my desk. I opened it up and loged on to Youtube to play music. I went into my bathroom to take a hot kuoga and get ready for bed.
That night I had the strangest dream. There was a mbwa mwitu howling in the back yard near the forest. I followed the sound dispite the fact I was terrified. I look the large, masive mbwa mwitu up and down. I felt calm and at peace with it so close. It's almost all white. On It's face it had black around its eyes and the tip of its ears. His eyes were what struck me the most. The deep chokoleti brown eyes. It was like the were burning a hole through my eyes and seeing into my soul if the was possible. Then It let out terrifying gut wrenching howl. I woke up screaming along with my alarm clock...
All characters from twilight belong to stephenie meyer not me. Please do not use my characters without my permission. Please let me know what wewe think.
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