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Hide and Seek

Summary:
The question that most people have the answer to. Who am I? It was the question I intended to answer. One I know I have to. You know how, as a kid, you had great memories about riding your bike to your grandma’s house, where you would get a batch of warm cookies? Hmmm? Lucky you. I don’t have any memories. Not since I was changed into a vampire. I can’t even remember my own name. So, like any other living...no, that’s not the right word....like any other thing, I am curious. My friend, a nomad I met in my hometown, Burlington, named me Andrea Joyce Chourre, her mother’s name. It stuck with me, however, I did add my own special flare, I’m Andy, not Andrea. I push my Corvette faster, the trees and snow of Vermont only a blur. I don’t know where I am going, and I don’t know where to stop, but I will soon. Even with a Corvette, sleek, aerodynamic as it is, I still need gas. At least I know one thing, Forks, Washington is a long ways away.


Notes:
Hey everybody, it’s Willie Jean here. The main character of this story will be introduced with their power in the first chapter, in case anyone wants to know who the person is, but at least this way you can get some background info on the character. Remember, reviews are appreciated, good or bad, we don’t care. We would like constructive critism, anything to help us with our first story. Thanks for reading!!!


3. I Met The Bitch

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I ended my exciting life story with a huff, answering Alice’s many questions left me out of breath, something I didn’t even need.

I really liked the Cullens. I already was feeling guilty for how I treated Edward.

There was one that I didn’t like though.

And it seemed the feeling was mutual.

Rosalie.

To sum it up, she’s a bitch.

It’s as simple as that.

She is a complete snob, she’s rude and selfish, and doesn’t even care about Bella and Edward’s relationship, something that I had seen the depth of.

Maybe it was that she just didn’t like me, so therefore I didn’t like her. But you know what, even Edward can forgive me for how I treated him and she hadn’t even met me, and her aura was red with hate.

I didn’t even do anything to her, and this is what I get?

Emmett was a ball though. He was just the big bear of a brother that you could spill your guts to, and he would just sit and listen.

He was hilarious, I swear, it took me longer to finish my story than ever before because of his stupid jokes.

I finally got to the question I’d come here to seek the answer for. I was encouraged by their auras, all showing light purple, except for one.

They all liked me. Not loved, but I could handle liked.

I took a deep breath before asking the question.

“I was wondering, if well…you guys could help me. You know…” I was readying myself for the rejection, the anger, and the pity.

I hated all those feelings.

Esme was the first to speak, and she was gushing. Her aura turned a deeper purple than the others, so at least she almost loved me.

“Of course, Andy! We’d absolutely love to help you with whatever you need. You could even stay with us, if you wish.”

I was so happy.

For the first time since I met Gina, my eyes turned bright green. Not lime green, but emerald green, my own personal happiness color.

I smiled until my stone cheeks hurt. If I was human, I would be crying.

I could barley muster out two words I was so grateful, “Thank you.”

And as seven pairs of welcoming arms encircled me, including Bella’s, I finally felt like I had a home with these people.

And that was how I thought of them. As, people. Not vampires or things.

No, they were people, and these people were my family.

I turned to Jasper, who interestingly had almost the same power as I did, but a little less effective.

He looked like if he could cry, he would. I’m sure that the emotions that were radiating off of me were so strong, that even Bella could feel what I was feeling.

Bella was the last to let go, and I kissed her cheek, something I had never done in my entire life. But I could already tell Bella and I were going to be best of friends.

As much as I hated to admit it, I was weak. I winced even thinking the word. I put up a façade, one that was not easily broken.

I really was insecure and unsure of myself and everyone that I was around. As was Bella, and we shared many of the same interests, but we still were some of the most opinionated people in the whole entire world.

I stared into each and every pair of eyes around me, except one, each showing how thankful I was to them. But sometimes, even I am at a loss for words.