an old photoshoot with Kellan (don't really like this one, but for those who pag-ibig kellan anyway :)))

this is a story like twilight but different it is also about edward and bella but different the dates and places

bella's pov it is like in 1800

preface
today it was my 17 birthday so i would have to go to what you can call a debutant dance and then i would have to go to many parties until i would find a "soutable husband" well that says my mother i sigh

i was already in my best dress ,my hair ( i like to leave it strait and natural ) but my mother make my hair look curly and elegant. i look myself in the mirror

my mom was so excited about the debutant dance... i was not... i felt like i was...

Chapter 15
waking up and leaving

When i woke up jake's arms were around my me,like i was his pillow,i started to get up,vickie was going to be up very soon and i needed to get dressed.
jake groaned"what time is it?"he asked me not letting go
"jake its 9:30 so i got to get up,get dressed, pack,and talk with vickie,so let go"i sinabi and kissed him
"i dont want you to go"he sinabi and sounded really sad
"jake come on let go"i sinabi and tickled him till he let go he laughed and laughed
"fine"he sinabi and let go with a pout

i got up dressd in my paborito pair of jeans,on the left back pocket it says stuborn...

Chapter 3

Edward’s POV

We went out of the school – cutting classes. Bella was still silent sitting on the front upuan with me. Alice was not with us, she’s riding her Porsche. Every minute, I glanced at Bella. I can’t stand it when she’s in bad mood. I’m uncomfortable when she’s not talking with me.
“Hey, are you okay?” I finally managed to ask.
She didn’t respond as if she didn’t hear me. Bella was really good when it comes to ‘pretending’. She didn’t even look at me. She was still staring at the window. Her eyes were expressionless. Her lips pursed.
“Are you mad at...

Edward's point of view when he leaves Bella.

I cant believe im being this, this....idiotic!! I now own the perfect life, all due to my love, whom i am now leaving.
What kind f boyfriend am i?? How can i leave her, her scent, her rosy cheeks, all i will have will be memories.
But, im immortal, memories will fade, jut not as pain free as mortals......
There she was, stood in front of a fallen tree, looking just as tense as i am. Let me brace myself to do this term of
idiocy.
"Bella, we're leaving," I tried to hide the emotions that now break through my normally strong, rock-like voice, "We need
to...