From Bella Swan’s Scrapbook

*disclaimer: this is cosplay. this is for creativity, enjoyment and happiness purposes.*

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite shirt – sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka. (3)

I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. (4)

How could I leave my loving, erratic, hare-brained mother to fend herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still… (4)

“Bella,” my mom said to me – the last of a thousand times – before I got on the plane. “You don’t have to do this.” (4)

“I want to go,” I lied. (4)

“Tell Charlie I said hi.” (4)

“I will.” (4)

“I’ll see you soon.” (4)

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. (5)

Meyer, Stephenie. Twilight. Little, Brown and Company, 2005.

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