Jacob and Bella

"I don't know . . . " he muttered.
"I've got some college money saved. College fund, you know."
College, schmollege, I though to myself. It wasn't like I'd saved up enough to go anywhere special--and besides, I had no desire to  leave Forks anyway. What difference would it make if I skimmed a little off the top?
Jacob just nodded. This all made perfect sense to him.
As we skulked back to the makeshift garage, I contemplated my luck. Only a teenage boy would agree to doing this: deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education. He didn't see anything wrong with that picture. Jacob was a gift from the gods."


My Response:

I think this part in the book is a light through the clouds kind of paragraph.  Bella is finally staring to be herself again and getting out of the house, instead of sulking all day. Sometimes she likes to do absolutely nothing all day. Now, she's finally opening up. Edward left her, so now she's leaving Edward. She's leaving him in the past. She's moving on to spend time with Jacob, and later on in the book, she'll be back to normal. But when Edward tries to kill himself, she'll go after him. So, she won't really have moved on. The love of her life Edward, will once again be in her life. Jacob who entered Bella's life, but Edward, who was always in it, will be take place of Jacob.

The Rain Before the Storm

"The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted in my hair and held my face securely to his. And, though my hands tangled in his hair too, and though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn't stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.
When he stopped it was abrupt; he pushed me away with gentle, firm hands.
I collapsed back onto my pillow, gasping, my head spinning. Something tugged at my memory, elusive, on the edges."


My Response:
Yesterday was just like any other normal day, except yesterday consisted of hurt, worry, and aloneness. I was starting to overreact like I always do, when suddenly, something changed and hit me in the face. My tears stopped, my hammering heart slowed down, and my then clouded mind opened up. I stood up from my bed, and got my journal out to write about you. I wrote that I need to stop worrying because I'll always have you to run to, no matter what I'm going through.
When I stopped writing I put my journal away, got into bed, asked God for strength. I asked that he'd help me be strong through the rest of this year and all of next. I'll need it when you're gone, and can't get by without it. When I finished praying, I remembered something you said to me. You said, "Be optimistic.'"

New Moon

Chapter 3:
The End

"The album Renee had given me sat on the floor beside the bed, just where I'd put it last. I lifted the cover with a shaking hand. 

I didn't have to flip any further than the first page. The little metal corners no longer held a picture in place. The page was blank except for my own handwriting scrawled across the bottom: Edward Cullen, Charlie's  kitchen, Sept. 13th.

I stopped there. I was sure that he would have been very thorough.

It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. 

I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under.

I did not resurface. "

My Rewrite:

The album my mom had given me, sat next to my bed on the floor. I was shaking as I lifted the top cover. 

I didn't have to see any more of the book. The tabs that held the pictures, were holding nothing. Only my handwriting was left. Charlie's house, Sept. 13th, Edward. 

I didn't have to look for anything else he might have given me, because I was sure he wouldn't have forgotten anything. 

It will be as if I had never existed, he'd sworn.

My knees hit the floor, then my hands, and suddenly, I was lying on the side of my face. I hoped that I might be blacking out, but unfortunately, I never lost consciousness. The pain of that first day was coming back, only in a bigger quantity, that eventually drowned me. 

I did not come back up.