We sit down and I can instantly tell that Micah is uncomfortable. He looks around and then stares at the salt shaker.
"Whats wrong Micah?" I lean over and try to see what he is staring at.
"Why is there a dead bug in the salt?" His eyes widen as it starts to move.
He scoots his chair back slightly, and doesn't take his eyes off the beetle in the salt shaker.
He looks at me for a split seccond and says, "Can we go somewhere else?" There is fright in his eyes and I feel symathetic for him. He has always hated bugs. He got it from me.
"Yes." I stand up grab my purse and watch as he jusmps out of his seat and runs towards the closest door.
"Micah, slow down." I say as he wraps his hands around the handle, and when he opens the door my mouth drops in shock.
On the other side of the door is a similar white smirk, with red eyes.
Micah looks up at him and smiles, and in the same instant, Will grabs his arm and yanks him off the ground.
Micah squeals in pain as I run towards the door.
"Put him down Will!" I shout.
"I think I'll keep him." He winks and speeds off towards the trees as Micah screams.
"Micah!" A blood cudling scream escapse my lips, and my body starts to tremble.
I grab my phone and dial Jakes number as fast as I can.
I hear the ringing stop and blurt out, "Jake, he has Micah!"
"Oh I know." The voice isn't Jakes and in the background I hear whimpering.
"Don't touch him." My voice is shakey, but hard.
"I can't wait to see what he taste like. The father wasn'that great, so I left him behind. Should be dead by now." I suddenl;y realize that he has Jakes phone. Which means...
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I know that the other people in the bar are staring at me, but I could care less.
"I'm just following orders." After that he hangs up.
I throw my phone on the ground and run to my car. I pull out onto the road but drive right towards the spot where he disapeared...with Micah.
Tears swell up in my eyes and I scream as I drive into the forest. I can only imagine the pain that is going to be inflicted apon Micah in any seccond.
I wont reach them. I knwo that there is nothing I can do. By the time I get there, Micah will be dead, Jake will be dead, and I bet Will, will kill me too.
It is sad to think that my whole family would die out in one day, just one.
"Whats wrong Micah?" I lean over and try to see what he is staring at.
"Why is there a dead bug in the salt?" His eyes widen as it starts to move.
He scoots his chair back slightly, and doesn't take his eyes off the beetle in the salt shaker.
He looks at me for a split seccond and says, "Can we go somewhere else?" There is fright in his eyes and I feel symathetic for him. He has always hated bugs. He got it from me.
"Yes." I stand up grab my purse and watch as he jusmps out of his seat and runs towards the closest door.
"Micah, slow down." I say as he wraps his hands around the handle, and when he opens the door my mouth drops in shock.
On the other side of the door is a similar white smirk, with red eyes.
Micah looks up at him and smiles, and in the same instant, Will grabs his arm and yanks him off the ground.
Micah squeals in pain as I run towards the door.
"Put him down Will!" I shout.
"I think I'll keep him." He winks and speeds off towards the trees as Micah screams.
"Micah!" A blood cudling scream escapse my lips, and my body starts to tremble.
I grab my phone and dial Jakes number as fast as I can.
I hear the ringing stop and blurt out, "Jake, he has Micah!"
"Oh I know." The voice isn't Jakes and in the background I hear whimpering.
"Don't touch him." My voice is shakey, but hard.
"I can't wait to see what he taste like. The father wasn'that great, so I left him behind. Should be dead by now." I suddenl;y realize that he has Jakes phone. Which means...
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I know that the other people in the bar are staring at me, but I could care less.
"I'm just following orders." After that he hangs up.
I throw my phone on the ground and run to my car. I pull out onto the road but drive right towards the spot where he disapeared...with Micah.
Tears swell up in my eyes and I scream as I drive into the forest. I can only imagine the pain that is going to be inflicted apon Micah in any seccond.
I wont reach them. I knwo that there is nothing I can do. By the time I get there, Micah will be dead, Jake will be dead, and I bet Will, will kill me too.
It is sad to think that my whole family would die out in one day, just one.
Edward Cullen (born Edward Anthony Masen) was born on June 20, 1901 in Chicago, Illinois, and is frozen in his 17-year-old body. While dying of the Spanish influenza, he was changed into a vampire by Dr. Carlisle Cullen after Edward's mother, Elizabeth, begged him to save Edward as her dying wish. Edward only drinks animal blood and has the special ability to read minds, with the exception of Bella Swan's. He falls in love with Bella soon after she arrives in Forks. Edward knows that he could kill Bella easily, a fact that torments him so much that, in the book New Moon, he decides to leave Forks with his family so they won't be able to hurt her. He returns, however, because he realizes he cannot live without her. Edward marries Bella in Breaking Dawn and they have a child, Renesmee.
OK EVERYONE IS LIKE TOTALLY HEAD OVER HEALS FOR EDWARD AND WHEN ALL COMES DOWN TO THE FACTS EDWARD JUST LEFT HER WITHOUTH THE APPROPRATE GOODBYE. JACOB WHOS WAS THERE FOR HER ALL THOSES MONTHS EDWARD WAS GONE. THE PROTECTED HER AND LET HER IN ON HIS WEREWOLF SECRET WHILE MAINTAINIGN A REALATIONSHIP WITH HER EVEN THOUGH HIS WOLF PACHK SAID NO. THATS TELLS ALOT ABOUT WHAT KIND OF FRIEND JACOB IS AND THEN OUT OF NOWHERE EDWARD COMES BACK INTO HER LIFE.WAT A LOOSER. AND THEN BECAUSE OF THE TREATY ITS LIEK EDWARD EXPECTS BELLA TO JUST STOP BEING JACOBS FRIEND. EDWARD JUST NEEDS TO TRUST BELLA I MEAN WATS CHANGES NOW SHES KNOWN HIS SECRET SINCE BEFORE EDWARD CAME BACK AND THEN SOME.
"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."