Hurricane

puncak, atas 10 ways to annoy bella....and make her mad
i kno it not hard but u got to try to annoy her





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1.talk about jacob in a bad way

2.insult edward

3.sing bebek song for 3 hours straight

4.say hey vampire girl

5.stare at her

6.tell her to get lost

7.insult her

8.slap her butt

9.insult her daughter

10.stand selanjutnya to her and say onh no u killed me with ur fashion seanse

Two hours to go... 1 jam to go... 50 minutes... 45 minutes. I was starting to get sick of waiting. Why couldn't time pindah faster? Edward, my boyfriend, had promised to pick me up 10 o clock. Okay, wrong choice of word. the word boyfriend doesn't really illustrate enough of my eternal commitment for Edward, but it's the closest I can get without sounding stupid. Anyway, it was New Years Eve and Edward and I were going to spend the last few hours of the tahun concentrating on being together. Then we were going somewhere special to see the New tahun in. That's all Edward would tell me. The rest...

I remember the hari when i promised myself that i would never return back, the place where i am being forced to return. I have never been this scared before in my life. i would give anything right now to back to my dad, in my room, with Jacob, where i am aman, brankas in the slightest and not on a sunny,blizzering beaten road weaving throught the tropical streets of Jacksonville in the back kursi my mothers Commodore. Feeling my heartbeat throught my ears.
I can feel my lunch begin to rise as i started to remember the jalan, street signs, the local bakery and smells of humiddity. My Mothers belly inferred with...