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From The Heart

Eight year old Bella Swan ignores her parents’ rules and goes exploring in the woods next to her house in Forks, Washington. Wandering too far into the forest, Bella comes across a homeless “dog”. Having always wanted a dog, Bella somehow manages to lure the “dog” out of the shadows of the forest to get a better look at him. Her new found pet is over six feet tall, and one and a half tons of predator. She names him, finds a way to convince her parents to keep him, and automatically makes him her best friend.
Nine years later, Bella meets Edward, and beings to learn some strange things about her pet “dog”, Rohan.

Will be Bella/Edward so no worries. You will have to use your imagination and just accept the fact that a 8 year old can convince her parents to keep a Wolf/Grizzly Bear looking animal without screaming bloody murder, shooting it, and then calling the cops. Whatever you recognize belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

1. Disobeying

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Daddy is always telling me the forest is off limits. That it’s dangerous and scary and easy to get lost in there. I tried to tell him how cool it would be to have a clubhouse in the woods, a secret clubhouse that only special people would know about. Daddy said he would build me a clubhouse in the back yard, but I wanted it hidden in the trees. He said no, that there are snakes and big scary spiders and mean animals in the forest. When he mentioned spiders, I decided that maybe staying in the backyard was a good idea.

But then yesterday at school Christopher Rix asked me if I had ever been in the woods next to my house, and when I told him no and that my Dad says the forest is off limits, he laughed at me and called me a chicken which wouldn’t have bugged me but he said it in front of all his friends and they all laughed at me too.

So I called him a big stupidhead. And then he called me a baby. I yelled at him and told him I wasn’t, but he just laughed some more. Christopher Rix is a big stupidhead.

He said that his Dad had heard from Jimmy Nelson’s Dad who goes hunting out in the woods, that there is something big and black lurking in the forest, sort of like a bear, but taller, and bigger, and that got me real scared. But Christopher Rix told me to prove I wasn’t a baby and dared me to go into the forest and bring back a special leaf from a special tree that is only in the forest in the really deep part. So I said ok.

And now I am thinking that was a really big mistake, because I am standing in my backyard right at the edge of where my grass stops and the trees start. Daddy is inside watching Tv, and Mom is in town running errands.

Quietly staring at the trees, the forest seems pretty calm, no loud noises or weird things moving, but those big scary spiders can sneak up on you so quick. I take a deep breath, I have to prove to the big stupidhead Christopher Rix that I am not a baby. Closing my eyes, I feel my feet leaving the safety of my backyard, and entering the unknown.

At first, it’s not so bad, I can still see the house, and my backyard, but every stick and leaf I step on makes cracking and crunching noises and fear runs through me that Daddy is going to hear me and catch me disobeying his rule. About ten steps in I decide to stop to see if I could find the special leaf that Christopher Rix wants me to find, I couldn’t find it. So I take another ten steps and stop, still no luck. Four ten steps later, after stopping to check nine times to make sure what ever touched me was just a branch and not a spider, the house is looking really blurry, but I promised Christopher Rix I would prove to him that I was not a baby and bring back that special leaf that has five points with little triangles at the end of it. So I decide ten more steps, and if I can’t find it, I’ll turn back. Right around step number seven a giant crack echo’s through the woods from next to me. I whip around faster than lightning. Freezing dead in my tracks, I feel my legs turning to jello, and my hands and arms start to shake. At first, it’s really only a shadow, a very big, dark shadow, but then it starts moving, coming closer to me. My head is screaming at me to run, turn and run, run home, run as fast as I can, but my legs don’t move. Then I see its eyes, big glowing green eyes. I tried to scream, but my throat feels like sandpaper, my eyes are watering, and I feel my lips shaking. I remember Christopher Rix telling me about Jimmy Nelson’s Dad. The big black bear thing, it is here, in front of me, wanting to eat me.

Not only is it cloudy outside, but the trees are so thick where I am they are blocking whatever light is outside. The big black bear thing is now only about five steps away from me. He stops and lifts his head higher to sniff the air near me, he testing to see if I smell good enough to eat. He moves forward again, now he’s right in front of me, if I wasn’t frozen like a popsicle I could reach my hand out and touch him. He sniffs me again, his nose brushes against my shoulder, and then my cheek. I accidentally let a whimpery yelp escape from my lips which causes the big black bear thing to stop sniffing. I feel my body tense up even harder. He lowers his head to stare at me, right in the eyes. He’s got stand up ears and a wet nose just like a dog. Then I remember when I went over to my friend Nicole’s house, she has a big dog with stand up ears, she told me what it was called, she said they use them for police dogs, German Shepherd! That’s it. This big thing in front of me looks just like Nicole’s German Shepherd! He’s a lot bigger than my friend Nicole’s German Shepherd, but he has stand up ears just like it. I swallow hard and take a deep breath. Wiping my sweaty palms against my jeans, I decide to speak.

“Hi doggy.” I barley whisper.

He lowers his head a little further to sniff my hands.

“Are you a nice doggy?” I ask him.

He cocks his head to the side, just like my friend Nicole’s German Shepherd does when you ask him if he wants a treat. I swallow hard again, and slowly lift my shaking hand.

“Can I pet you doggy?” My voice is really shaky now, if this giant dog wanted to, he could grab me and toss me like a bean bag.

I leave my hand raised a few inches in front of me, he looks from my eyes to my hand, lowers his head, and leans in so my hand makes contact with his forehead.

I breath out a loud sigh of relief. He looks up and cocks his head again.

“You’re a nice boy huh?” Thankfully, my voice doesn’t sound as pathetic.

The big dog opens his mouth to smile, his big tongue flops out the side of his mouth and he pants hot air right into my face.

“Ew! Gross your breath smells bad!” I giggle.

He slurps his tongue back in and shuts his mouth. I slowly lift my hand again to pet the thick fur on his neck. I weave my fingers through his long thick fur, scratching him slowly, just in case he decides if he doesn’t like it, I can jump away real fast. But to my surprise, he takes two more steps forward, and lowers his head so it’s leaning on my chest. I go to touch his ears and they twitch, so I stick to stroking his neck. I watch him very closely while I am petting him, his eyes are closing so I guess that means he’s enjoying me petting him. After a few minutes I realize he is lying down in front of me. I am not short, I am one of the tallest kids in my class, and it made me a little nervous to realize that this dog is eye level with me while lying on the ground.

I take two steps back to observe this giant creature in front of me. From what I can tell he is all black, and blacker than night. His eyes are a beautiful shade of green, and are slightly glowing in the dark forest. His fur is thick and shaggy, he’s not a long haired dog, just, fluffy.

“Bella!” Oh shoot!! My Dad! He obviously pulled his attention away from the Tv, and realized I was gone!!

“Bella!” My Mom too!! Oh no, this is going to be bad. The dog turns his head towards the direction of the voices.

“You must be hungry.” I tell him. He turns back to look at me.

“You want some food?” He stands abruptly lowering his head to look into my eyes.

“Okay then, let’s go!” I turn to head back towards my house, trying to walk as quickly as I can without tripping. I can feel the dog moving behind me, his steps are loud and heavy. I turn back to look at him once or twice, and every time I do he stops.

“What’s a matter boy?”

“BELLA!! Where are you!?”

The house is barely in sight now, I decide to run as fast as I can through the woods, the dog heavily trotting behind me. I break the trees just before my dad unleashes another scream for me.

“Right here Dad!” I pant.

“Bella! What were you doing in the forest!?” My mother all but shrieks.

“I was just-”

“Why were you outside at this hour? Unattended?” She yelled before I got to finish.

“I was just-”

“Charlie, where were you instead of watching our child? Let me guess, in front of the damn tv.”

“I thought she was up in her room reading!”

“Well you thought wrong! She could have gotten hurt-”

“Mom!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, if I didn’t stop them now, they would go on like this forever. “I was up in my room reading, but then I snuck out.”

“Why would you do such a thing sweetheart? You could have gotten hurt in the forest.”

“I know but Christopher Rix dared me to go into the forest, but that’s not important right now, I-”

“Who is this Christopher Rix, and why is he daring you to go in the forest by yourself?” Dad angrily questioned.

“Well that wouldn’t have mattered if you were watching her.” Mom shot back.

“I found a dog!!” I yelled as loud I could.

Both my parents stopped and turned towards me.

“You found a dog?” Mom repeated.


“Well where is it.” Dad questioned.

I whipped around, just realizing my dog was not standing behind me. I quickly turn back towards the forest and see his glowing green eyes about twenty steps into the trees.

“There he is!” I yell, pointing back into the woods.

Bending down, I pat my knees. “Here boy! Come here boy!”

My new dog glances at my parents from the safety of the trees, for a moment, he looks like he is going to turn and run in the other direction. But then he lowers his head, sighs deeply, and begins to move forward.

“That’s it boy, good boy! Come on!”

He moves cautiously, weaving though the trees towards my backyard.

“Come on boy! Come on!” I squeal in a high pitch voice.

As my new dog emerges from the tree line, I hear my mother and father gasp from behind me. My new dog is big, really big.