"Don't like me, I'm a dick"

After I did my City of Bones poster/book cover I knew I wanted to go on and do more. I should have waited to do City of Glass after finding out what to do for City of Ashes, but I didn't want to spend hours looking for the perfect pictures to use.
 
Yes, that is supposed to be Clary. I used Willa Holland for her instead of Emma Roberts. A lot of you seemed to have a problem with her as Clary, so I tried to find someone new. I'm not a fan of this Willa chick, but she fit better into this poster/book cover more than Emma.
 
Well, like I've stated before, this is supposed to be Clary in her shadowhunter gear in the city of Alicante [the city of glass]. I know the shadowhunter gear is supposed to be black, and it was. I swear it was, it just changed when I was busy screwing around with the coloring. So please forgive me that it's a reddish color. I'm just upset that I went through hell trying to get it a perfect shade of black just to have to change back to red. Urgh. As for what is in her hand....I don't know. It can be whatever you want it to be. I would say it could be her stele, but....it doesn't seem right. Just deal with it.
 
Overall, I'm not all that happy with how it turned out, but it's good enough.
 
For government, I mentioned I had to do a collage type thing and I'm happy with how it turned out actually. I was originally going to do one hand-made, but I have no patience with cutting out shit, so I just used photoshop [of course]. I'm not quite sure what my teacher will think of it though....
 
Life has been pretty....blah. Haven't been online a whole lot besides to watch movies and check up on my DeviantArt account. I know I haven't been posting a lot of announcements in my groups [sorry about that] and that I have STILL yet to answer PMs from which are now probably a month old [again, sorry].
 
For a long while I've been wanting to watch Sci-fi's 'Caprica' and I was finally given the chance to watch the pilot of the show last night. For those who don't know [which is probably all of you] Caprica is kind of a spin-off to Battlestar Galactica, but it takes place before that. It's pretty much the story on how, when and why cylons were created. Also, it does have one character [so far] from Battlestar, but he's just a kid; William Adama. Haha! Like anyone knows who the hell I'm talking about. I just thought it was cool and so far from what I've seen, I love it. Probably catch up with all the episodes I've missed online.
 
Guess that's it for now. I'm feeling really tired, but I woke up a few hours ago. Just not feeling too great, I guess.
 
Credits
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Willa Holland: http://www.mymostwanted.com/gallery/showphoto.php/photo/88247
Body: http://scifibloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Tabrett-Bethell-Cara-Legend-of-the-Seeker-poster.jpg
Background: http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/5669/inceptiony.jpg

Full quote:
“Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.”
 
Can't remember who it's by.
 
I'm not liking how this turned out, but every other attempt looked worse.
I've noticed that I have quite a few sets following a purple color scheme. I'm not sure as to why that is...
 
Oh! I'm dyeing my hair finally. It's been awhile since it was last dyed and my roots are very noticeable. This time I'm just going for the usual dark brown instead of the brown with the reddish tint. My hair will naturally turn a red color anyways.
 
Oh, and lastly, I just want to say thanks to everyone. Thanks for faving and commenting on my shit. I know it shouldn't mean alot because, well who really cares about virtual faves and how is that really going to help in life? But you know what, it does mean something to me. Mainly because I'm such a geeky loser/loner. Haha! Oh well. x) But my most popular collection is my Avatar one which makes me really happy to see others actually love that movie [so many haters on ONTD *growls*]. So thanks everyone!

Bittersweet set, I think. x)
 
I'm actually really happy with how the pictures turned out. I did change the background for the one on the right because the blue was just annoying me and it wasn't working out when I wanted to go dark. So I put a foresty looking background. It's not that noticeable probably, but I'm happy.
 
And no. I'm not a "Robsten" shipper. Said it before, but I thought I'd remind everyone. This just happens to be my favorite Rob and Kris solo photoshoot.
 
I watched Daybreakers last night. Pretty good movie. Very interesting. Made me jump in a few parts and I laughed after one guy exploded, but I would recommend watching it. I mean, it's a vampire movie so anyone who likes vampires ["ACTUAL" vampires] then yeah. Watch it. It's still out in theaters though, I just watched it online [I'm a bad person, I know].
 
I only have one paper left! I did my English one about the moon. I have a strange fascination with pretty much anything that is a part of space. The moon happens to be the one thing I see almost every night [when it's not cloudy out] and it's easy to do a lot of similes/metaphors about so I thought it was a pretty easy topic
 
Guess that's all...for now. x)

Full song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rqo2GfkYWUc
 
I decided to try and be a little more...I don't know, out there. I don't usually do something so sparkly, so I'm not sure how to feel about this set. Looks a little sloppy....
 
For some reason, my last four sets haven't been showing up. Like, you know when you click on an item used in your set and then it it shows other sets that used that same item? Yeah, my sets haven't been showing up. I don't think that even made any sense whatsoever, but I'm just a little irritated so I don't care at the moment.
 
I've been doing a lot of fashion sets. Couldn't tell you why. Just really haven't been in the mood to make anything , I guess. I've been working on some icons, but they keep turning out all weird so I've been trying to find what the problem is.
 
Nothing much has been happening with me lately. I still haven't started on my papers. One is due tomorrow, but I'm not too worried about it. The other I found out is more of a collage than a paper, and I have four days to do it, so I'm really not that worried.
 
Did I already talk about the Razzie awards? I don't think I have.
For those who don't know, the Razzie's is an award show for pretty much like any other award show, but instead of awarding the best, it's awarding the worst. And, let's be honest, Twilight deserves to be on there:
http://community.livejournal.com/lion_lamb/6744057.html
 
What angers me is that Taylor wasn't nominated. This is one award Taylor deserves more than anyone else. I mean, yes, Rob was bad in it [as was everyone else], but come on! Taylor was just so unbelievably terrible. But of course, as long as he walks around shirtless throughout the whole thing, then people will pass that off as "good acting." May as well stab me in the frakking face with a fork; it'll bring me more pleasure than trying to watch him "act."
If Rob does go to accept [if he wins], it'll just make me love him even more. Halle Berry was there to accept hers for Catwomen and that just made me love her even more because of the fact that she knew the movie sucked and that she sucked along with it. Rob knows he sucks and knows the series sucks as well, so why shouldn't he go? x)
 
Okay, I seriously have to get started on my papers. So if I'm not on for the next few days, then you know I'm actually paying more attention to my school work than I usually do. x)

Title/Quote from the song I added to this set. No relevance, just happened to be the song I was listening to at the moment.
 
I felt like using some of the old pictures from way back when. These Amy Howe pictures were the best thing to start off the Twilight craze. I remember when these first pictures came out and everyone changed their minds about Rob being Edward. Before, a good majority of people would complain about him and how he wasn't right for the part. Wouldn't surprise me if those were the same people who then changed to "Team Jacob" after Taylor lifted up his shirt in that one Extra interview.
I just miss these days, before all hell broke loose and it became such a huge thing. I mean, I'm glad, but I wish it just made enough money to continue with the series. New Moon seemed too forced to be a huge blockbuster. I liked the simplicity of Twilight; the Indie feel it had.
 
Sorry about this set. And please excuse the A&F jeans. I know I swore I'd never use anything from those kinds of store brands again, but I couldn't help myself.
 
I feel like slacking. I should really get started on my papers that I have to write [one for English and another for Government]. But I feel like procrastinating.
 
The other day we watched Saw VI. I love the series. x) It usually doesn't disturb me, but there's always one death that makes me squirm in my seat. People don't seem to understand that it's more than just a torture movie. It's the people hurting themselves, making their own choices, not Jigsaw. And each movie has a moral to it. Get passed all the blood and gore and a majority of people would love the series. Only one movie left though and that makes me a little sad...
 
I also watched Law Abiding Citizen, the one with Gerard Butler and Jamie Fox. It's frakking great! One part actually made me jump because I wasn't expecting it to happen. In the end, you find it strange that you keep rooting for the mass murderer to keep on going. I guess when it's Gerard everyone could care less if he's a murder or not. x) I recommend it though. It has some really good points on how messed up the U.S justice system can be.
 
I'm feeling rather 'blah' right now, so I'm just going to wrap this up.
 
It's been awhile since I checked my PMs and I will get around to replying as soon as I can.
Hope everyone is doing good though. It's the first of February and so far it's been a dull new year.

Title/quote said by Kara Thrace [Katee Sackhoff] from Battlestar Galactica. The screencaps I used in this set is when she says it. One of the Number Six models took off with the Cylon Raider.
 
I know, I'm not making any more sense even when I do explain. x)
 
Haha! This set is so damn random. I literally just threw shit in. Whatever I saw and liked I just put it right in.
 
The pictures took quite a while to edit. It was only trying to recolor, but still.....
 
Last week [exactly one week ago], I talked about movies that we rented. We had gotten Gamer, Moon, Hurt Locker, White Out and even ended up getting Pandorum too.
 
Gamer was pretty good. Mainly got it because of Gerard Butler, not gonna lie. I'm waiting for the day to come where we end up needing games such as that. Along with Running Man or Death Race. Overall, it was a great movie. There was a ton of "what the frak" moments, which made it hilarious too. A little disturbing because of the one fat guy. *shivers*
 
Moon was great! Sam Rockwell did a fantastic job. I mainly know him from Galaxy Quest [a all-time favorite of mine] and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Ironically, they're all "space" movies. x) It was a good movie and I recommend it. I feel sorry for his character.
 
Hurt Locker was just as good. I was pissed because the two actors I fully recognized died: Guy Pearce and Ralph Fiennes. The movie scared me a little since what they do is what my brother kind of does [the one in the Marines]. He doesn't really deactivate bombs, but he scopes out for mines. Fun, I know.
 
White Out was disappointing, but it's Kate Beckinsale so I had to watch it. I wouldn't recommend that movie. It was simply okay, nothing great.
 
Pandorum was awesome. Annoying to watch with my sister and sister-in-law though. All they seemed to wanted to see was Cam mainly so they got excited every time they caught a glimpse of someone who wasn't Dennis Quaid or Ben Foster. Finally, after being disappointed three times, Cam finally showed up. He was naked, so it was all good. x) The movie was like a mix of Avatar, Aliens,The Descent, Star Trek, and [at the end] Titanic. It was pretty great. I need to buy it.
 
That's it I guess. Just a bunch of short movie reviews. x)
 
Sorry for such a shitty set by the way.

Title/quote said by Oscar Wilde.
Random, I know.
 
I tried to make a new and creative layout....as you can see, I gave up on that and stuck with what looked best. I kept swapping out times. The only things I knew for certain I wanted to use was the dress and the pictures. Hope it still turned out fine.
 
First off, I was tagged by the lovely rbro♡. x)
Her set: http://www.polyvore.com/tagged/set?id=15520626
 
I tag:
x Aeris [admit it, you saw this coming]
/meen\a
♪♫ Chelsea ♪♫
Amy-moo1876♥
pirate-vampire!! [:
 
Take one item from this set and use it in a set of your own. If you've already been tagged, then sorry. x)
 
Secondly, this was just insanely weird. I got on fanpop to upload and clip these pictures like I usually do. Meanwhile, I decided I'd join other 'spots' on the site and one was for Hunger Games. That's when I noticed someone used my personal pictures of me and used me as a choice for Katniss...Uh no. I mean, I was kinda flattered and all....but it was just so weird. I asked the person who posted to delete it. I don't think she has yet. I was a little embarrassed too. She must have an account here on Polyvore or something too because she linked back to one of my sets, which makes me uncomfortable. So if it's you, I mean not to rude or anything, but you're a little creepy....
One comment made me laugh though. This one chick said: "uh, she has red hair."
Haha! Not really. Only in a certain light. Besides, ever heard of hair dye? Evidently not.
 
That was my weirded-out moment of the month, I guess.
 
I'm sure everyone's heard the news about Avatar becoming the highest grossing movie, beating Titanic. I've already mentioned it in my Movie Mob group and Jadie Jam's Avatar group, but it still makes me happy. x)
http://paralleluniverse.msn.com/features/movies/the-wrap/avatar-sinks-titanic/story/?gt1=28140
Thanks Joyce for the link. x)
 
It made a lot of people upset that it beat Titanic, but let's just praise the man who brought us both movies. Whether people liked Avatar or not, James Cameron is still practically a God at creating pop-culture movies. He seems to understand what people like, what people would want to see. And if you didn't like Avatar, there's two more. He tends to make the sequel better than the first [Terminator 2, Aliens].
 
Titantic was actually on the other day. Watched the last half and then switched the channel to watch the first half. x)
 
Also, some Twilight fans are irritating the shit out of me. They're mainly over on Lion & Lamb. God, they complain that Slade hasn't given them a trailer yet when he himself has said several times that he's not in charge of releasing the trailer. Then they complain that they're hasn't been much promotion at all [pictures, videos, etc]. Honestly, I don't mind the lack of promotion. The last two movies were already ruined for me because of how many movie stills and short movie clips were released prior to the movie. Maybe this time I won't be spoiled all that much and enjoy what I don't already know. Then again, it's only the end of January. Honestly, they I hope they don't go on promotional tours and whatnot. They don't need it anymore. Everyone in the world already knows about this book/movie series and everything that happens, so why bother?
Okay, then these same people complain about how they want Chris Weitz back because of his interaction with the fans. Psh. I don't care. Chris was good, but...He was a Jacob fan. And having a writer and a director who likes Jacob just made New Moon unbearable for me. I'm giving Slade a chance before I say shit. Plus, Slade seems to like dealing with vampires more than wolves, so it gives me a little more hope for the movie. AND he likes blood. So I expect there to be blood [FINALLY] in a vampire movie.
 
Yes, I still like Twilight. I know it may not seem like it much anymore, but I do. People are just annoying me. It's just been more of a Rob/Kristen thing lately than the movie/characters that people really seem to care about.
 
Sorry for my mini rant. People just irritate me.
 
Oh, yesterday I had state testing: science and writing. This year they let us type for the writing test which made me extremely happy. And I finally passed the science test. I know, I'm retarded.
 
I feel like I should give a word. So say, "Highest grossing" if you read all.
 
Oh! And thanks to everyone who still read BWA. It's nice to know that pain the ass of a chapter wasn't completely a waste of time and effort to write. Really you guys, thank you. x)

A/N: Finally I finished! I kind of just gave up at the last half of this chapter. Wanted to get it over with and bore you guys even more. I think this is my longest chapter so far: 7,712 words. Good luck actually finishing it and God help you if you even attempt.
 
If you haven't read any previous chapters I suggest you read what you've missed:
http://www.polyvore.com/black_winged_angel_twilight_fanfic/collection?id=237436
 
Grissel, this is for you! Sorry in advance if it's disappointing, but you're one of the only people who actually bug me about getting a chapter done. So thanks for the motivation and I hope you like this. x)
 
My vampires are going to be different, like I think I've said before. So if you call me out saying shit like, "that's not what they do," or whatever, then leave. It's a fanfic, I can be different. Deal with it.
 
Song is a tad bit random, but this section pertains to the end of this chapter:
 
'Cause even though you left me here I have nothing left to fear
These are only walls that hold me here
Hold me here, hold me here
The only walls to hold me here
 
EDIT: This starts off where the last chapter ended. It's still the same day.
 
Chapter Six
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Change happens. But where does it come from and how do we recognize it when it does happen? That’s the question right there. There is no way of knowing if the change is a good or bad either, not until it hits you right in the face. Even when it does, what do you do? As I stared out the classroom window that stretched across an entire wall of the dreary room, the sudden realization that change had, in fact, come upon me leaked its way into my head. I was staring right at the *thing* that caused this feeling of change in my life. I watched him lean causally against a tree with its dying leaves falling to the wet ground. Watched him raise his hand and wave it rapidly back and forth in a teasing manner. Even with a great distance between us, I could see him smiling.
 
Edward. God, he was such a prick. I barley knew the guy and yet I had this unexplainable hate for him, but at the same time I wanted to stay near him. My own body betrayed me. Just the thought of his name sent my heart into wild somersaults. I feared him, but I didn’t care. I hated him, but I didn’t care. I didn’t know what he was....I didn’t care. He was Edward. He was intriguing, beautiful, and an irksome mystery that I was determined to solve. So many mixed emotions coursed through my veins. I was so confused when it came to him.
 
What he was doing on school grounds, I had no idea. He told me he’d be seeing me later, but I assumed it would have been more impromptu than stalking me as I sat in a God-awful chair in English.
 
The sound of a metal chair scraping against the aluminum floors caused my interest to turn away from the window to the fair-haired boy. Ugh. Mike. I usually ignored him as best as I could during this period. Most of the time it worked and I was able to forget he even existed. Today wasn’t going to be an exception.
 
“Hey, Bella.” He whispered quietly so that he wouldn’t draw Mr. Berty’s attention as he continued to read from his copy of the English textbook to the rest of the class. “So, the weekend…fun, wasn’t it? I was thinking that because we had such a great time maybe—maybe we could, you know, go out.”
 
I stared at him blankly. My eyes weren’t even focusing on him at all. For some damn reason I thought Mike would treat me like it was any other day. Damn it to hell. That one weekend cut my chances of having my days Mike-less. He’ll only keep hounding me until I finally agree to go on one of his sleezy dates. In the back of my mind, I was aware there was something more to his never-ending attempts of getting me to go out with him. There was another person involved somehow. I had a feeling that person was Jessica.
 
“I think I’m going to have to pass, Mike,” I told him. My voice sounded jaded, even to me.
 
“Are you sure? My offer isn’t going to always be arou-….Who the hell is that?” He asked, squinting his eyes. I turned to following his line of sight. He was staring out the window. Staring at Edward?

“You can see him too?” I asked with a hint of desperation.
 
“Umm, yeah?…. I think I should go back to my seat.” He stood up and walked quietly back to his desk that stood empty across the room, but not before he gave me a strange look, a maybe-she-is-crazy look.
 
I grumbled quietly to myself for acting so stupid. Of course Mike could see him. My eyes flickered back out the window where Edward still rested against the tree, laughing, as if he heard what had just happened. Jackass.
 
“Bella?” Mr. Berty’s voice called from the front of the room. Reluctantly, I tore my eyes away from the laughing man outside and trained them onto him. Even sitting in the back of the class didn’t allow me to escape the stares of my classmates. A few heads turned back, waiting for an answer to the question I hadn’t heard. Mr. Berty knew I didn’t like being called on. That’s probably why he did it. English was the only class I tolerated and was actually good at nevertheless, so there was hope that I wouldn’t embarrass myself too much by trying to come up with some bullshit answer.
 
“I’m sorry, what?” Despite my shyness level being rather low—I was friends with Emmett after all— I still spoke in a hushed voice as the stares from my classmates made me slightly slouch down into my chair.
 
“I’d like to hear your analogy on this piece,” he replied. His bright blue eyes were sharp and full of sincerity. That look of his didn’t surprise me. A lot of students didn’t like him because he was tough and it was near impossible to get an ‘A’ in his class. I was one of the few who were able to uphold such a grade. English really wasn’t all that hard, honestly. People were one of two things: either it’s they’re too lazy to actually do the work or simply stupid.
 
Recently our class read Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Masque of Red Death.’ We’ve spent our days studying his meanings behind his words, what his creative, dark mind was truly saying about life itself.
 
“About what?”
 
He thought to himself for a second before answering with a question. “How about the irony? Wait no, scratch that. How about the symbolism?”
 
Thinking of an answer, I took one last glance out the window. Edward was no longer there. Against my own will, I felt my stomach twist in disappointment.
 
“Well,” I breathed out in a sigh. “This story is an allegory, meaning that whatever characters and/or events take place is symbolic. And it’s more than obvious that, pretty much everything, from the characters to the setting, is about death. Poe always sets a grim and grisly atmosphere. He frequently uses descriptive details to establish mood—the feeling the work evokes in the reader. His symbolism tends to lean towards the darker side of life; death is sort of a conviction to him. Each of the seven rooms could easily represent the seven stages of life. The first room’s color is blue and blue can represent birth, while the last room, the black and red room, represents death. As the prince confronts the intruder, he passes through each of the seven rooms. He passes through the stages of life…”
 
I looked up at Mr. Berty to see if I was finished, but he waved a hand, indicating for me to continue.
 
“Just as the rooms are arranged from the East to the West, the sun rises from the East and sets in the West. Of course the sun represents life and night represents death. As for the clock, it symbolizes the time they all had left. It was a reflection of the countdown until Death arrived. Their avoidance of the last chamber was of fear. But—” I looked down at my opened textbook and turned the page to find the quote I was looking for. It was a quote that differentiated the red and black room from the rest. “‘These other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life.’ It all comes back to Death seeing as the intruder was Death himself. All this symbolism is just foreshadowing, basically.”
 
“Good. Very good. As Bella said, death was a conviction for Poe. Throughout all his life he had been enclosed by death. The women he loved most were taken away from him: His mother, his foster mother and his wife. He expressed his pain through his writings. ‘The Raven’ was his most successful piece that put him on the grid in the world of literature.”
 
The class was surprisingly attentive. They were holding onto every word Mr. Berty said. He spoke of love and death, two aspects of life that appeal to both, the girls and the guys. Love and death went hand in hand. Always has and always will.
 
He walked to an empty desk in the front row and sat with his backside on the desktop and his feet resting in the seat. “All right, grump and groan all you want, but your next assignment is to write a short story, or poem, that revolves around the theme of death and/or love. Pick up a grading rubric sheet off my desk on your way out,” he finished as the bell rang. “We’ll discuss the assignment more tomorrow! Ms. Swan, could I please speak to you for a moment?”
 
The rest of the class filed out of the room just as students for the next period started pouring in. Hesitantly, I gathered all my belongings and made my way toward Mr. Berty who remained sitting. There hasn’t been a day where I’ve seen him clean shaven. I’m pretty sure if that day came, it would be like seeing a different person. Most girls found him somewhat attractive with his dark curls and bright blue eyes. But I didn’t see it. Then again, ever since I met Edward, it became difficult to find any of the ordinary men of Forks attractive.
 
“Yeah?” I asked as I approached him. Even though Mr. Berty wasn’t my favorite teacher, I still liked him. He never gave me a hard time in class and always seemed to sense when I was having either a good or bad day. One look at his students and he could read them like one of the classics he liked read in his spare time.
 
“Are you feeling all right today? You seem a little more distracted than usual and I hate to see you look so lost when you’re in my class. You’re one of my best students, Bella. I get worried when you start finding interest by looking out the window for almost a whole hour, with the exception of Mr. Newton.” He was giving me a friendly smile as he teased me.
 
“I know, I’m sorry. My mind has been....” I used hand gestures to show that my brain’s basically flown out the window.
 
“Yeah, I know how that can be. My head get’s a little—” he mimicked my same hand gestures—“too, sometimes. Well, I was just wondering. November has only just begun and if my students are already getting distracted so easily I fear for what it’ll be like for the rest of the year.” One last, quick smile stretched across his face before he stood up from where he sat and walked to his desk. He started rifling through papers and I figured that that was my que to leave.
 
“Oh, Ms. Swan?” At the door, I turned to face him. “You’re friends with Emmett McCarthy, right?”
 
“Unfortunately,” I joked.
 
“Good. Then could you please tell him to stop screwing around so much and possibly study for a test, or even a quiz, every once in a while. Maybe then he’d at least have a ‘D’ in this class.”
 
I let out a small laugh. “Emmett? Study? Those two never really played nice. Last time they attempted to work together he set his homework on fire.”
 
May as well tell him to stop watching porn. Hell would have to freeze over before either would ever happen.
 
Come lunch time, my hands were shaking. If I couldn’t face Emmett earlier that morning how could I possibly think now would be any different? Not enough time in the world would have prepared me to face him. Hiding from him forever was not an option though. He was my best friend. For most of my life I’ve never had the chance to have a steady friendship with someone. Renée and I moved around a lot. Forks so far had been our longest stay and I already had more friends than ever, even if it was just Emmett….
 
We ended up eating in silence. He had steered us to the few lunch tables that sat outside—it was beginning to turn into a beautiful day after all, at least for the time being. But even the sight of the sun trying to fight against the thick rolling clouds couldn’t make the silence brighten up. There was a sense of awkwardness, a sense of knowing.
 
I tried to lighten the damped mood by telling him what Mr. Berty recommended. Apparently I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. Thinking he’d laugh but merely grunted some unintelligent string of words and continued eating. The last time I could remember Emmett acting this way was when I was still getting to really know him.
 
Emmett had invited me over to his house for the first time, just to hang out. Never before have I been invited to a friend’s house. The palms of my hands started to sweat at the thought of stepping out of my comfort zone. My stomach even started to create excuses for me not to go. But regardless of what my subconscious was trying to manipulate me into thinking about my health, I still went. All those nerves that were eating away at my insides disappeared the moment Emmett opened his front door.
 
Without giving me a second to prepare myself, he already had me off the ground and squeezed tightly to his chest. If it weren’t for his mother seeing the changes of color in my face, he would have, literally, squeezed the life out of me. Mrs. and Mr. McCarthy were kind people with a wild sense of humor. It was clear that they were defiantly his parents, no doubt about it. Emmett had his mother’s dark hazel eyes and his father’s charming smile. The smile that is hard to resist even when you’re furious with him for doing something incredibly stupid.
 
We spent our time talking and watching episodes of ‘The Office’ and ‘Battlestar Galactica’. Two shows I normally had no interest in watching, but it would be hard to evade from watching them if I were to be friends with Emmett. He even wore is ‘WTF: What the Frak’ shirt as we watched. I poked fun at him as he did the same to me. I had worn an old pair of sweats with a grumpy looking Tweety placed at the hip. The following few weeks, he called me Tweets. I wasn’t even sure if that was supposed to be an insult.
 
Everything was going better than I had expected. Honestly, I was counting on a lot of awkward silences and trying to fill that with meaningless conversation and then turn to the TV to fix those problems. However, our evening did start turning the opposite direction and headed downhill during dinner. I should have been some kind of warning or something.
 
We had ordered pizza and ate it as we continued watching the TV. We were teasing each other and started to get a little rowdy when he tackled me to the floor and started tickling me without mercy. I hate being tickled. I somehow managed to escape his assault and, for payback, took the last piece of pizza that sat on his plate, waiting to be eaten. That’s when I found out never to get between Emmett and his food. He pretty much ignored me for the rest of the night. Actually, I was getting the cold shoulder for at least a week. During lunch at school he’d hunch over his tray and eat his food as if it were supposed to be done secretly. Despite of his treatment towards me, I kept laughing at his childish behavior all the while. I didn’t take it personally; I now knew never to get in the way of him and food.
 
The memory also showed how clear Emmett’s feelings were towards me. How clueless I’ve been. He was flirting with me. Was I flirting with him? I wouldn’t usually know, even if it smacked me right in the face.
 
“You all right? You’re awfully silent,” I said finding something, anything, to break the silence.
 
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m fine.” He didn’t even look up from his fingers that were aberrantly busily ripping apart the school’s frozen PB&J sandwiches.
 
“You do know what ‘fine’ stands for, don’t you?”
 
“Freaked Out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. I know. Seriously though, I’m fine….But—” there it is! “—it feels like you’ve been purposely avoiding me. I’ve been looking for you all morning. Did I do something wrong?”
 
It’s so rare to see Emmett in this state. He looked lost and insecure. My hand shot out across the table to rest on his that now laid face palm down on the dirty table top. It was my first instinct to comfort him, but I could feel his body tense at my touch. I chose to ignore it.
 
“Em, I can’t possibly avoid you.” I scolded myself internally for half-lying to him. “You are my best friend. I wouldn’t bother trying to wake up in the morning after a terrible night if it weren’t for you. Things have just been odd these past few days, that’s all. I promise. Everything’s the same as it was before.”
 
Emmett didn’t show any sign of acknowledgment of what I said. His eyes were cast down, absorbing the sight of my hand resting on his. I couldn’t imagine what must be going on inside his head. The oxygen I provided to get the fire going.
 
Have I always been leading him on like this? Even if it was unintentional, I still felt terrible. I couldn’t exactly explain why, but that’s when everything came crashing down on me. Every memory I had with Emmett, every laugh, every touch, every one of those nights I spent sleeping over at his house—his feelings were clear. But I didn’t feel the same way, and if I did, it’s very well hidden. Even to me.
 
The thought of giving Emmett a chance, giving us a chance, entered right into my mind. That idea, however, disappeared as quickly as it had formed. Instantly it was replaced with the thought of the aftermath of a bad breakup. Emmett and I wouldn’t stay friends. Maybe even hate each other.
 
There would be no coming back after that.
 

 

::EmPOV::
 
I was such a fucking idiot! Staring like a moron at our hands. It shouldn’t have been any different from any other time, but it sure felt different. For her, it was probably nothing more than an act of comfort. Comforting her big, moronic friend. Best friend. Of course there would be nothing more between us other than friendship. I’ve waited too long and was stuck in the Friend Zone. Fuck. Even getting my heart carved out with a dull spoon sounded better than staying in the Friend Zone. But I wanted to keep Bella in my life and if staying her friend, and only her friend, was the only way for that to happen, then so be it.
 
The look on her face after she drew her hand away told me that I wasn’t hiding my feelings for her all that well. Did she know? How long has she known? I wasn’t going to be a prick and force her to feel the same way. If she hasn’t formed the same feelings for me by now, then she never could. Could she? I knew the answer to that and so I chose ignore both, the look she wore and my dumb ass questions.
 
Bella was right though. I wasn’t fine, but F.I.N.E. Freaked Out because I never considered getting myself into this position. Never intended on loving my best friend. Insecure and Neurotic because, well fuck, I had no idea what the hell I was going to do or how I was going to handle this. My confidence was depleted at this point. And never in my life had I been filled with so many conflicting emotions. I had the good-angel-on-one-shoulder-and-a-minion-of-Satan-on-the-other thing going on.
 
Life was truly a bowl of shit and I was more than knee deep in it.
 
When school ended, Bella was already pulling out of the school parking lot just as I exited the building. Something was defiantly up.
 
I didn’t even make it down the front steps until fucking Stanley came up and start jabbering away. Her and Newton were as bad as one another. Newton was more of a golden retriever, as Bella once referred to him as. Acts like a loyal servant, but annoying as hell. Jess was more of a Chihuahua, or Pomeranian. Small, cute, and doesn’t know when to quit her fucking yapping. She didn’t appear to notice that I was trying my best to ignore her while I walked over to Rosie. She went on and on, talking persuasively about how much fun “our” weekend was and how me and her should do it again.
 
Finally turning around, I glanced over her shoulder to see Mike all red in the face. He looked like we was about to explode. Or maybe just constipated. Either way, I didn’t have the want to laugh and go along with her little rouse like I normally would have. There was something much more important that needed to be done, that needed to be said.
 
Things were changing. I could feel it. Something was going to happen and soon. I’ll be damned if I never tell Bella that I love her. If something happened to her before I had a chance to tell her, I’d have to live with it for the rest of my lonely life. Wondering what might have been if I told her sooner. Scolding myself for being such a pùssy and constantly backing out at the last second. Not this time, though. I was determined.
 
I turned without a word and left Jessica standing there with her eyebrows pulled together. This was probably one of the first times I ignored her and walked away without some kind of smart ass comment.
 
On the way to Bella’s I made a quick call to work. Riley, the manager of the nearby Pacific Pizza, wouldn’t give me a hard time for not coming in at all today. I was his most reliable and skillful delivery boy. Besides, it was a Monday and our busiest days are over the weekend.
 
Bella was the one who suggested I get a job there for now. It started off as a joke because of how many times we order pizza, but I didn’t think it was a bad idea. No one else was hiring at the time, and if they were, evidently I didn’t qualify. Mrs. Mallory, Forks’ librarian, actually laughed right in my face when I went up to the check out counter and asked for a job. I must have been drunk that day though, because I couldn’t even understand why I would ever enter a library willingly. Riley, on the other hand, was more than happy to hire me. In all honesty, he was a fucking terrible boss. That’s what made him so great, and his only complaint with me was that I was always eating the pizza that was meant for customers. In my defense, it’s not my fault I have no self control.
 
Riley told me not to worry about it and said that I would have to work extra this weekend to make up for today. As I hung up, I turned onto the road that hardly anyone used. Trees tall enough to touch the sky stood as walls on either side of the two-lane road. The road stretched on with only the occasional speed limit sign of to the side.
 
On the way to Bella’s, you usually pass the small lot of convenience stores and then just a few more minutes down the road there’s a dirt road that leads to her house. The dirt road was always out of plain sight. Many times I’ve accidentally passed it without noticing until I reach the break of trees and realized I’ve gone too far. I was worried about missing it yet again, but today I wouldn’t have too. Bella’s shitty truck was parked against the curb of the 7-Eleven parking lot, but with her nowhere in sight.
 
It was an odd place to park when she had decent and legal spot right in front of the store. There were no other cars around expect of our own. All three stores in this lot looked to be empty, but the lights were on. The owners’ cars must be parked behind the stores for more space for customers.
 
I pulled up next to the rusting, red truck that sat idle and cut off the engine. As I stepped out and looked around, that’s when I saw the small figure down the road. It was Bella for sure. Strange thing was that she was standing dead center of the road and appeared to be talking to someone. But there was no one else there. By the looks of it, it was just me and her on this deserted strip of road. She hadn’t noticed me at all yet as I cautiously walked to her, my face twisted in confusion. She was too absorbed in whatever the hell she was supposedly speaking with. Her head was slightly tilted up and her mouth moved hurriedly.
 
What the fuck is wrong with her? At lunch she had told me that things have been strange the past few days, and I knew that. Everything was rather odd for me as well, but this was some crazy shit. Perhaps I should convince her to go see a therapist or something.
 
I started walking a little faster when I saw her drop her head and rub her temples with her fingers, like she had a headache. Right now, I only felt concern for her. My declaration of my love for her would have to wait. Not backing out, just put off for the the moment.
 
A honk from behind startled me. I spun around in time to see an old looking truck swerve around and pass me by. The rushing wind that trailed behind hit me in the face and the driver was busy yelling out his window at us. I turned to follow the sight of the car and watched as it passed by Bella.
 
The weirdness level that was at a minimum before only increased. She wasn’t alone anymore. There was guy standing with her, a hand placed on her shoulder with a worried expression on his face. He was as white as a ghost, but possibly the brightest thing in this darkness because he was so fucking pale. He didn’t look to be anyone I knew.
 
His sudden appearance had shocked the shit out of me and caused for me to shout out Bella’s name. Both twisted their heads in my direction. Bella looked surprised, but the guy held no comprehensible expression. Her lips moved and I guessed them to be forming the words, “can he see you.” The guy gave a curt nod of his head as they continued to stare at me. Out of nowhere, his head spun in the opposite direction, so fast that I didn’t think it was humanly possible. It was the very next moment when I saw everything happen in slow motion, as if I were part of a movie. Every second of it terrified me to my core.
 
A semi-truck had come hurtling down over the sloped hill. The 12-wheeler was going too fast and was caught off guard by the teenagers standing right in their way. They were given no time to react. Bella simply continued to stare at me, confusion swept over her beautiful face as she took in my expression of absolute horror. The albino she stood with reacted before he gave her the chance to look behind at their oncoming doom.
 
He grabbed onto her delicate body, placing her in front of him and crouched down. His arms encircled her and she was hidden from view; he was acting as her shield. A shield that was totally worthless.
 
Or so I thought.
 
The sound of impact sounded like a million boulders crashing into each other, or thunder booming with all its might, causing it to shake the earth. Unable to tear my eyes away, I watched as the truck’s grille crush in at impact, leaving a crater sized dent as if this guy was made of stone. With the force it hit at, the semi’s back end launched up into the air—the metal and it’s gears whining out in protest— flipping the truck over the ducked heads of the huddled couple. It continued to slide quite a ways and finally came to an abrupt stop right in front of the small lot of stores. The God, damn semi did a fucking 180, landed right on its back with the grille close to nonexistent; smashed into where the cab of the truck should be. All air held in my lungs blew out. Deflated into nothing.
 
It all happened in only a couple of seconds. Those few seconds could have easily changed my whole life.
 
“Bella!” I was stunned and feeling cemented into the ground. I wasn’t sure if what I just witnessed was actually true. But it was true. Even the smallest of hope that Bella had survived was all fucking true and, literally, unbelievable. My cement-filled feet finally started moving, running to her. That’s all that mattered. She’s all that mattered. I couldn’t full see her though, the stranger still had her embraced in his arms.
 
“Bella….” I watched as this albino pulled his head back to stare at her. His mouth moved, but too quickly for me to have the chance to read his lips. As I drew closer, he lifted his head to look at me. His eyes. They looked sunken in like a skeleton. It could have been because of his paleness and the darkness, but it still looked creepy as fuck. They were pitch black. All of it. Not even the whites of his eyes were anywhere to be seen.
 
This guy looked vaguely familiar to me. It could have just been a case of déjà vu. Not that that mattered right now.
 
“No! Go check on the driver,” he yelled fiercely as I jumped a little out of my skin at the sudden noise. When I didn’t move, feeling cemented to the ground again, he stretched out an arm and pointed a finger at the tolled truck and gave me a what-the-fuck-are-you-waiting-for look.
 
I ignored his order and continued walking hesitantly towards the two of them. Yeah, right, like I was about to take shit from some albino douche bag.
 
That’s where I knew I made the wrong decision. The guy’s expression was hard and sinister. If looks could surely kill….
 
“Go fucking help him and call 9-1-1,” he shouted again. “What are you waiting for, dumbass? Go!”
 
I hesitated again for a moment, unsure if I wanted to leave Bella, but started running to help the truck driver as the guy, who still held Bella in his arms, yelled for me to get my ass moving. Glass was all over the rocky ground. The shattered pieces glinted in the pale light from above. I looked through the driver’s window to see the driver still buckled in, hanging upside down. There was along gash across the top of his battered face, along with quite a few scratches here and there. The roof of the cab had been flattened from being tossed on its back and the whole front end of the semi pushed in to a point where the cab space was claustrophobic. The driver’s legs were pinned against his seat and metal.
 
Fortunately, the driver let out a groan of pain and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief that he was still alive. Hastily, I grabbed for my cell that rested in my back pocket and dialed the numbers I was fucking ordered to.
 
“Hello, this is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?”
 
“Uhh….” I let out another deep, but shaky, sigh, trying to figure out where to begin. Rubbing a hand stressfully on the back of my neck, I glanced over my shoulder to fine no one. The guy was no longer there. Bella was no longer there. Her truck was also missing. She was gone.
 
“Fuck.”
 
“Sir?” The woman’s voice on the other end questioned.
 
“There’s been an accident.”
 

 
::BellaPOV::
 
A shower was running. My shower was running.
 
I opened my eyes to the sound of water softly hitting against the floor. Night had fallen and I wondered how long I’ve been unconscious.
 
The day’s events left me shaken and, honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure if it was real or just another one of my crazy dreams. If it was a dream, then it was the first time Emmett and Edward made an appearance. It was that little factor that made it seem unlikely that what had happened on the road wasn’t a dream; everyone in my dreams typically stayed anonymous.
 
Bits and pieces of the accident blurred together in a few swift motions. It felt like I was seeing it from a bird’s perspective. I was out of my own body while I watched Edward wrap me in his cold embrace as the semi truck slammed into us. My hearing was cut off too. The only sounds were of my beating heart, and a mix of Edward’s soft, controlled breathing and my own erratic breathing. When he pulled away, he started asking if I was all right, if I was hurting anywhere in any way. I didn’t think it was possible for him to sound so worried. Even if I just met him, it still seemed unnatural for him to sound so concerned for someone.
 
After that, I fell into a familiar black abyss. Funny, I don’t remember feeling faint at all then. One second on I’m the wet ground with Edward as my shield, the next I’m waking up in my own room with the sound of my shower going in my bathroom.
None of that would have happened if I went straight on home. It wouldn’t have happened if Edward hadn’t popped out onto the side of the road at the exact moment he did. And it defiantly wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t shamefully excited to see him. Damn you, Edward. Someone could have been killed. Emmett could have been killed.
 
Emmett! Oh, God.
 
Sadly, I had completely forgotten about Emmett. I knew he was there; I saw him there and was confused at him being there too. So how was I able to forget him until now? He should have been my first thought, my first worry. Shouldn’t he? Well, I was worried about him now, and it’s better late than never. Yet, regret filled me as I tried to remember if he was still alive before I fainted.
 
I had to go see if he was all right. If anything happened to him it would be my fault. I started sitting up in my bed when my bathroom door opened. Edward stepped out wearing the same pair of black pants, but he was also wearing a simple white tee. For a moment I wondered where his matching black jacket was until I looked down to see it draped across my legs. I tried not to think much of it as I pushed it off me and got out bed.
 
Edward stood at the door, drying the mop of bronze hair that sat on top of his head with one of my towels. He looked at me with amusement that I wouldn’t be able to explain.
 
“Well, good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said with an uneven smile, a crooked smile that struck me dumb. “You had me worried for a second. You dropped like a dead fish on me.”
 
“What are you doing here? Mom—”
 
“Your mother is still out, don’t worry.” He answered while neatly folding the used towel and setting it on the foot of my bed. His head was down and when he looked up at me, those eyes that were pitch black earlier—demonic looking eyes, hungry eyes, which almost scared the life out of me—were back to its bloody color. A look of indecision swam in the sea of red. “On the road….what we discussed about you’re mother, about Emmett, would you do it,” he inquired. “Anything for them?” He now stood in front of where I sat, his long, pale fingers aimlessly drawing nothing in particular along to top of my nightstand.
 
His question bothered me. Of course I’d do anything for them. “Yeah, I guess so,” I answered meekly, not sure if that was the right answer he was looking for.
 
“To what extent will you stop at?”
 
Shrugging my shoulders, I stuttered, “I-I-I don’t know. Why are we all of a sudden playing twenty questions?” He kept his eyes astray, making certain to avoid my own. “Edward?”
 
“I’ve gotten too close. Things can get dangerous for them, as well as for you. I need to know that if the time ever comes, you are able to do what’s best for them and leave them behind. It’s not what I’m asked to do, but for your sake….”
 
“Under what circumstances!” Appalled by his statement, I jumped to my feet. My nose barely even reached the base of his neck. I couldn’t be any taller than past his chin.
 
God, Edward must be bipolar, or something, because he started laughing after looking so sullen and serious. Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised since this is usually how he acts. I met him only two days before, but it felt forever ago and I thought it was kind of sad how I knew his usual behavior already.
 
“You’re a little fire cracker, aren’t you? Man, this is going to be fun then. Trust me.”
 
“I can’t trust you,” I stated. It was obvious that I shouldn’t trust him, but I’ve already battled myself and lost miserably about it. So that statement was a lie and I hoped he didn’t see it. The crooked smile made reappearance, telling me he saw it.
 
“Why, is it my devilish good looks and lack of morality that throws you off? I can assure you that you would be making a smart choice by truly resisting in trusting me. God knows as well as Lucifer and I do that I’m no superhero. In fact, it’s comical to think if I was.”
 
“Edward, if you’re not the superhero, then why save my ass? Twice now, if I’m thinking correctly. I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t take much to kill me yourself at this very instant.” Out of nowhere, I felt something lick my leg timidly. I looked down to find Jake sitting at my feet. He turned his head slightly to Edward and gave a low, soft growl. It sounded like some kind of warning. He didn’t waste any more time before crawling under my bed, his place of hiding. Okay, fact: Edward and dogs don’t go well together. Or it’s just Jake that doesn’t get along with Edward.
 
“Because, I need that cute little ass of yours to save my own in the end. If you die, I die. I fail. And I need all your little secrets that run deep in here.” He stared directly into my eyes with as lifted a hand and tapped a finger against my temple. His touch was ice cold, but I felt hot. My face felt like it was in flames.
 
I was blushing. I couldn’t really remember the last time I blushed around someone….
 
“And just because I saved your ass like a superhero would have doesn’t make me one. I’m the villain in all this; the bad guy. Don’t forget that, Beelz.” We stared at each other for seconds that felt more like hours—his hand fully resting against the side of my face now—when the doorbell rang. Jake shot right out from under my bed like a canon and barking like a mad dog.
 
My mouth was dry and there was a pain in my throat when I swallowed. I couldn’t find any words, but I hoped Edward wouldn’t vanish when I returned. Silently, I asked him to stay. That was only a hopeful act though. I knew he would be gone like a ghost swept away in the wind that currently raged on right outside.
 
When I opened the front door, I wasn’t exactly sure who I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t Emmett.
 
Dammit! Emmett! My original plan to go out and find him, to make sure he was all right failed miserably. Damn you Edward.
 
Relieved nonetheless, I flung myself at him. Grasping on tight and forcing myself to never let me forget about him again. I’d keep repeating his name over and over if I had to; drill it into my brain that Emmett is my first worry so that I would never act so inattentively again.
 
“I’m so glad you’re all right,” I said breathlessly into his neck. He had his arms wrapped around me as my feet dangled above the ground. “Where have you been?”
 
Wordlessly, he set me back on my feet and Jake took my previous position, jumping all over Emmett excitedly and asking for his attention. He paid no mind to the animal that I considered his as much as my own. His eyes were sharp enough to cut glass. I was the glass at the moment.
 
“Me? Where the fuck have you been? You scared the shit out of me, Bella. What were you doing! What were you THINKING? I just spent the last four hours or so at the police station. You try explaining to them how a fucking semi can crash like that. ON AN EMPTY ROAD! You be there by the truck driver’s hospital bed and watch him slowly die. Watch him slip away because most of his bones were shattered and because of all the internal bleeding there was. You watch the doctors do nothing about it because there IS NOTHING they can do to save him.”
 
My vision was blurred and my cheeks were wet. I wasn’t crying because of what he was telling me, but because of the way he was yelling at me. I couldn’t believe how callous I was. Worrying more about what Emmett thought of me than the human being that had lost their life because of me. With Edward, I felt like I was in my own fantasy world. A bubble that blocked out the reality of this world.
 
A bubble always has to burst at some point. Disappear into the sky and bring you back to the world filled with callous people, like myself.
 
“I’m sorry, Em,” I whispered with a sob. Silence settled around us. A silence that always brings discomfort. Jake had run off through the front door that still stood wide open when Emmett started shouting. Poor Jake wasn’t used us hollering. Probably thought it was him Em was yelling it, thought he was the one in trouble here.
 
“No. Sorry isn’t going to make everything better, Bells. I don’t….I don’t know what’s happening to you. Everything’s not the same as it was before. It can never be, not after today.” He let out a bitter laugh mixed with a choked back cry. “I’m not even interested in who the fuck the albino was you were with back there. God, all I was worried about then was if you were okay, but after going through hell today I….” He let out a groan and rubbed his exhausted face with both hands. “I’m sorry, Bella.”
 
No. I couldn’t voice my thoughts. My broken thoughts couldn’t transfer to my broken voice. Even as he turned to leave I couldn’t say anything. Instead, I threw myself at his back, but he turned in time to catch my wrists.
 
“I’ll talk to you later. I’m not saying when, because I don’t even know, but I will. Also, I thought you’d like to know that I didn’t mention you to the police. So as far as they know, you were never there at the crash site. I may hate you right now, but I’m bound to protecting you no matter what.” He leaned in to kiss my forehead and released me. My legs decided to go against me just as my voice had and I fell to the ground. Emmett didn’t shut the door behind him, so I was left watching him walk into the intense rain and winds.
 
He left me lying broken on the floor out of hate. Hate.
 
I came to the conclusion that life was like any other episode of ‘The Simpsons.’ Your day can start of heading on one path and end with you jumping off onto a different one numerous times with no actual legitimate explanation of how you got there. My day started off innocent enough. Renée telling me about the way Emmett truly felt about me, opening my eyes for me, and ended with a death I was responsible for, along with Emmett leaving me behind. Edward too. He left me with unanswered questions and hidden messages. Distracting me constantly and changing the direction of my intentions with a snap of his fingers.
 
Change happens. It’s a frightening thing that no one has no real control over. It had, undeniably, hit me right in the face and I knew that this change was a turn for the worst. One of the people I loved most in my life turned me away. Leaving me alone for only the walls of my home to hold and comfort me. Selfishly, I wanted my bubble back. Pick me up off the ground and carry me back into my fantasy world where I never got hurt. Where I was never broken.
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A/N: My art is better than my writing, I'll admit to that, but then again I don't think my art is all that great. So what is that telling you....
 
Mr. Berty I imagine TJ Thyne [Hodgins from Bones]. I don't know why, I just do. If you don't know who that is I provided a picture in the "goodies" section.
 
If it feels like I jumped around a lot, it's either intentional, or I just forgot to add certain things. And in the beginning, with the analysis thing, I purposely capitalized Death at times since she's referring it as an actual person.
 
I wanted to start doing like a theme for each chapter. Connecting the beginning and end of a chapter. Like this was obviously about change, love and death.The analysis was randomly put in but helped and it's great leverage for me for future chapters.
 
As for the truck flip, if I didn't describe it well enough, sorry. I thought this chapter need something to happen and after I watched the Dark Knight a while ago while I was in the process of writing, I decided to add it in. Happens about 55 sec. in:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=81LeooTiKI0
 
Oh! Say "F.I.N.E." if you read all of it.
That whole thing is from Italian Job. It applies to my life very well. x)

Title/quote from BSG said by Kara Thrace [Katee Sackhoff]
 
I love that picture of her, so I just had to use it. Hate this set though, but I thought I'd try out for a contest.
 
I'm so excited! Supernatural is starting back up tonight!: http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/5895/2crlnjc.gif
 
My sister went to the Red Box and ended up renting four movies that were on my list to watch online: Gamer, Moon, Hurt Locker and White Out. At least now I can watch the movies on a bigger screen.
Moon is a small film but one of the best of 09. Those who saw it really liked it, so I was interested in seeing it myself.
 
Nothing much has been going on. The only thing I basically did today was go for a walk and ended up having to carry my niece. Evidently I'm not very fit [no surprise there] seeing as I was shortly out of breathe after like two steps going uphill. My niece only weighs 20-30 lbs too. I'm just weak.
 
Guess that's it. You guys are just so lucky you don't have to read all my shit. x)

This is for a logo contest. Should explain the lack of textures.
 
Once again, I've used Alex Pettyfer for Jace and Emma Roberts for Clary. I'm still trying to find others to use for these characters though. The coloring on this pissed me off. If I went too dark it'd look all scratchy and I didn't want that. So I took a different route. I tried to make it a golden kind of color, and it actually makes sense. You know, because they have angel blood and plus with Jace everything seems to be a gold shade; his eyes, hair, skin.
 
Song is really random. It's just what I was listening to at the moment. It's a really d!rty song and I love it. x) Although these two lines actually fit with Jace's perspective:
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
 
Anyways, earlier today I was watching Little Bear with my niece as I ate breakfast. When they showed the opening credits, it said that the writer for the episode [at least I think it was just that episode] was Suzanne Collins [Hunger Games]. Not exciting or anything but I thought it was pretty cool/funny.
God, shows you how exciting my day has been if I found that remotely interesting.
 
Finally got around to watching City of Ember last night. I remember reading the book of it in 5th grade and I really like it [the sequel, not so much]. From what I can remember, the movie seemed pretty damn close to the book. Then again, it's been 5-6 years since I've read it. The little girl who plays Poppy is adorable though. x)
I'm now waiting to see if they'll do a movie for Cryptid Hunters [another book I read back in 5th grade].
 
I'm trying to get finished with the next chapter of BWA, but still having a writers block. It's only for one little section too. I'll work on it tonight and try and finish it by Sunday at the latest. No promises there though.