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“Right class.”-he looked at his watch- “I‘m late.”
Mr Bammer closed the classroom door, and started pacing phía trước, chuyển tiếp and backwards. “Right, em. sách out. Now we were looking at poems’ about life, and for your homework I asked if bạn could write your own, so can bạn bring out your homework please.”
Everyone brought out their homework. I forgot mine.
“You didn’t do bạn homework?.” Sarah whispered surprised.
“Forgot to bring it,” I replied.
“You totally gonna get a shouting from Mr Bumster.” that was our nick name for Mr Bammer.
“What ever Sarah,” I tried to sound like I didn’t care.
Sarah giggled.
“Something, funny Miss Clarke?” Mr Bammer asked.
Sarah cleared her throat. “Emm, no sir.”
“Busted” Mark, whispered over, to Sarah.
“Shut up, Mark.” Sarah shouted. The whole class laughed, when Erik laughed my tim, trái tim was filled with happiness. Ew, I’m going all soft. I thought to myself.
“Get up her now, Sarah.” Mr Bammer, was the only one, who didn’t, laugh. I could see Mark and Erik, high fifing, each other. Sarah gave them a dirty look and walked up to the front of the classroom.
“That desk, there.” Mr Bammer pointed to the spare chair. “Right, class. Erik, Go ahead, and read your poem, boy.”
“Never knowing whether bạn were true, took my tim, trái tim away from you.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, That my tim, trái tim is so lonely.”
Every word of every line. Erik looked at me. Saying them like he meant it. I couldn’t understand the feeling that washed through me, when he smiled, hoặc when his eyes sparkled, when they say me.
Don’t trust the one that dazzles you, his power is too lure bạn in.
I’ve been hearing that same voice for the past three weeks, and I don’t know whether I’m going crazy hoặc whether there is someone talking to me. I focused on Erik’s blue eyes.
“Never knowing whether bạn were real, took my mind away from your seal.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, that I do adore you,”
Just then, the worst thing happened. Mr Bammer and all my classmates. Dropped. Literally, they just dropped dead. Okay they weren’t technically dead, because they were still breathing, but still. Erik was staring at me, a huge smile was on his gorgeous face. My stomach started making noises, and my head started spinning.
“Mel.” Erik got of his ghế, chỗ ngồi and walked over to where I was. “Lets go.”
“What … how … where … Erik?” I mumbled. Confused.
“Shh, don’t worry. Your going to be okay.” he set his hot lips on mine and he held my face in his hands. He was kissing me for about a couple of minutes, He let me go so I could breath. We sat their our breaths uneven. Shock washed through me.
“What? What are bạn doing?” I shrieked, pushing away from him.
He smirked and came closer to me. “You’re the one, the one I have been waiting for.”
I saw Erik put a piece of paper on my desk. It looked exactly like my hand writing.
Dear mom and dad. I am going away, for good. life here isnt good for me, i tình yêu you.bye.
From Melanie Meyer.
What? but I never wrote that. I looked up at Erik to ask what he was doing.
Before I could do hoặc say anything. I was gone, unconscious.
Chapter 1 to be continued...
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“Right class.”-he looked at his watch- “I‘m late.”
Mr Bammer closed the classroom door, and started pacing phía trước, chuyển tiếp and backwards. “Right, em. sách out. Now we were looking at poems’ about life, and for your homework I asked if bạn could write your own, so can bạn bring out your homework please.”
Everyone brought out their homework. I forgot mine.
“You didn’t do bạn homework?.” Sarah whispered surprised.
“Forgot to bring it,” I replied.
“You totally gonna get a shouting from Mr Bumster.” that was our nick name for Mr Bammer.
“What ever Sarah,” I tried to sound like I didn’t care.
Sarah giggled.
“Something, funny Miss Clarke?” Mr Bammer asked.
Sarah cleared her throat. “Emm, no sir.”
“Busted” Mark, whispered over, to Sarah.
“Shut up, Mark.” Sarah shouted. The whole class laughed, when Erik laughed my tim, trái tim was filled with happiness. Ew, I’m going all soft. I thought to myself.
“Get up her now, Sarah.” Mr Bammer, was the only one, who didn’t, laugh. I could see Mark and Erik, high fifing, each other. Sarah gave them a dirty look and walked up to the front of the classroom.
“That desk, there.” Mr Bammer pointed to the spare chair. “Right, class. Erik, Go ahead, and read your poem, boy.”
“Never knowing whether bạn were true, took my tim, trái tim away from you.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, That my tim, trái tim is so lonely.”
Every word of every line. Erik looked at me. Saying them like he meant it. I couldn’t understand the feeling that washed through me, when he smiled, hoặc when his eyes sparkled, when they say me.
Don’t trust the one that dazzles you, his power is too lure bạn in.
I’ve been hearing that same voice for the past three weeks, and I don’t know whether I’m going crazy hoặc whether there is someone talking to me. I focused on Erik’s blue eyes.
“Never knowing whether bạn were real, took my mind away from your seal.
Wishing there was some way, that bạn could see, that I do adore you,”
Just then, the worst thing happened. Mr Bammer and all my classmates. Dropped. Literally, they just dropped dead. Okay they weren’t technically dead, because they were still breathing, but still. Erik was staring at me, a huge smile was on his gorgeous face. My stomach started making noises, and my head started spinning.
“Mel.” Erik got of his ghế, chỗ ngồi and walked over to where I was. “Lets go.”
“What … how … where … Erik?” I mumbled. Confused.
“Shh, don’t worry. Your going to be okay.” he set his hot lips on mine and he held my face in his hands. He was kissing me for about a couple of minutes, He let me go so I could breath. We sat their our breaths uneven. Shock washed through me.
“What? What are bạn doing?” I shrieked, pushing away from him.
He smirked and came closer to me. “You’re the one, the one I have been waiting for.”
I saw Erik put a piece of paper on my desk. It looked exactly like my hand writing.
Dear mom and dad. I am going away, for good. life here isnt good for me, i tình yêu you.bye.
From Melanie Meyer.
What? but I never wrote that. I looked up at Erik to ask what he was doing.
Before I could do hoặc say anything. I was gone, unconscious.
Chapter 1 to be continued...
DRESSING EDWARD
In order to dress Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) in a manner befitting the teen idol that tác giả Stephenie Meyer envisioned, Chuck says she turned to the royals of the early 19th century: ''His name personifies his look, which to me was English Edwardian. He's the embodiment of an Edwardian gentleman — very proper, has manners, and is very charming.'' The vampire's clothes weren't all inspired bởi history, though. As Chuck points out, ''He wears a pair of shoes that are lace-up and of the early 1900s, but then he also wears thêm current sporty clothes.''
In order to dress Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) in a manner befitting the teen idol that tác giả Stephenie Meyer envisioned, Chuck says she turned to the royals of the early 19th century: ''His name personifies his look, which to me was English Edwardian. He's the embodiment of an Edwardian gentleman — very proper, has manners, and is very charming.'' The vampire's clothes weren't all inspired bởi history, though. As Chuck points out, ''He wears a pair of shoes that are lace-up and of the early 1900s, but then he also wears thêm current sporty clothes.''
When she first looked into her daughters dark Sô cô la eyes she felt tình yêu and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt tình yêu for this little one.
A kind of tình yêu she had never felt before:of tình yêu and protection. The kind of tình yêu a mother feels.A tình yêu so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The Angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt tình yêu and happiness forever.
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A kind of tình yêu she had never felt before:of tình yêu and protection. The kind of tình yêu a mother feels.A tình yêu so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The Angel looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt tình yêu and happiness forever.
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