When looking for his friends, Jasper stumbles on to a vampire fight, a dead girl and one severly injured. He brings the injured one back and the Cullen family befriends the girl in a heart beat. But how'd she end up so injured? Who were those vampires? The girl slowly tells the story. This is Harlow's story.
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One day, she was outside drawing the forest around the Cullen house in the sunshine. When she shined, she seemed to almost shine a orange color, but I couldn’t be sure. I walked out, glittering away, and sat beside her as she continued to draw. She looked very focused, but aware of my presense.
“You’ve got to call Jacob later” she reminded me. I almost forgot! Renesmee was still at Jacobs, and I visited her almost everyday. But I still missed her so much. It was starting to get to me.
“Yea, thanks for reminding me” I thanked. She stopped drawing, flipped the page in her massive sketchbook, and turned to me and began.
“Jacob seems nice, but kind of annoying” Harlow said as she looked over me, preparing to draw. I could sort of tell when she was looking into the past. For one, she never met Jacob before, so she must be remembering me meeting him and being with him. Second, when ever she did remember, as we call it, her usual redish topaz eyes would almost lighten. Like the color was being drained slightly.
“He’s a good friend” I said as I watched her scribble away on the page.
“But he kissed you! I can’t believe Edward took it so easily! I mean, if Evan found that some other boy kissed m-“
“Wait, Evan? Who’s he?” my curiousity ran. She moved uncomfortably in her chair.
“No one important now”
“Come on” I pushed. I knew I shouldn’t, because she would snap sooner or later. She sighed heavily, thinking about her words.
“Can you keep a secret?” She looked up at me with her massive eyes. They looked like dinner plates.
“Of course” I said. She sighed and closed her sketch book and put in under her chair. She looked up at me again with her dinner plate eyes.
“I was born in California. I lived there all my life. I loved the sun, sand, surf, everything there. My mom and dad were divorced but my mom kept dating these drunk guys, so I spent alot of time by myself.
"During elementary school and high school I was the creepy art geek. I had no friends. But, I was O.K. with that. I liked to be alone. When I got into an art collage I met Melissa.
"She was shy, but the most amazing photographer” Harlow giggled
“I remember when I took an abstract painting course, and I dared her to take a nude photography course. She gave me all of the photographs, well, I sort of asked her for them, because she thought a guys dick was gross, she said ‘You’re so gross Harlow!’ and I said ‘Hey, just because I appreciate naked guys doesn’t mean I’m gross!’ Haha, then she got up and told the dude models... anyways, Melissa was a great friend.
"Once Melissa and I finished collage, we decided to take a road trip up to Bristsh Colombia. She has alot of family there, and the Rockies are apparently a painter’s dream. So we headed out in her old Van” Harlow looked up to the sky.
“So when does that Evan person come in?” I asked. I was so captured in her story. She looked up at me with her eyes and smiled.