Chapter 1.
The Catching:
I’d been dreading this day for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams or speaking in front of the class, it was writing a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it said three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
You might think why would I be dreading, a day of writing to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with writing to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small cloud covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
The Catching:
I’d been dreading this day for a while now, kind of foolish I guess since everyone else was excited. Nervous about such a stupid little thing, this wasn’t exams or speaking in front of the class, it was writing a letter, a letter; to person I didn’t even know. Come on, I thought, just write it, send it, over, done, no more, okay.
Ah, I’d been thinking about it so long, I’d tuned out what Mrs. Anderson was saying. It was something along the lines of ‘choose, a name out of the box, write to them, so on, so on. So I didn’t really need to listen. Mia Kelly walked around with the box, smiling as she stopped in front of each student. They closed their eyes, crossed their fingers and eagerly reached into the box. Mia stopped into front of me. I took a deep breath, and slowly reached my hand into the cardboard box. I grabbed the first piece of paper my fingers touched. I pulled my hand out holding the paper. I opened it; it said three words, Edward Cullen, Folks.
You might think why would I be dreading, a day of writing to pen pals? Well, everything is a lot harder when you’re Isabella Swan, trust me. I seem to make simple tasks dread-worthy. I try to keep to myself, I have a few friends, but we don’t do much together outside of school, they’re manly just someone to sit with at lunch so I don’t look like a loner and they’re sweet enough. I don’t like attention, never really have. I stutter and trip over my own feet half the time. And with writing to a pen pal you’re supposed to talk all about yourself to a stranger, and my handwriting isn’t even readable.
I can feel this is going to be a little worse than I thought, these are supposed to be total strangers that live in places you’ve never even heard of before. Well, I haven’t heard of Edward Cullen, but Forks is a very familiar name. Forks, is a very small cloud covered town in the Olympic Peninsula northwest of Washington State, the hometown of my father Charlie.
The 21-year-old British actor revealed that he hasn’t even read the whole book series yet! He shared, “I haven’t [read the whole series]. I’ve read all of the books except for Breaking Dawn. I didn’t want to know how it ended. I wanted to have the uncertainty of not knowing where it’s going to go, so I just read the first three. I want to read the last one, but I’m determined to wait.”
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There are people that cross our lives
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written by some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written by some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.