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addictive
What I am was born in me. It’s a part of who I am, who my family is, who we all are as a tribe — it’s the reason why we’re still here.
I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in — the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand — so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.
Normal humans run away from monsters, Bella. And I never claimed to be normal. Just human.
It had been so confusing. Dying to kill him. Afraid to hurt her. My friends in the way.
For a tiny space, I was disappointed. What? No magic visions, no formidable offensive abilities like, oh, shooting lightning bolts from my eyes or something? Nothing helpful or cool at all?
I was actually waiting for something to happen.
Music Playing...




Saturday, February 13, 2010, 10:22 PM

oh well..
today went for church which was quite boring as most of the people never come..
chinese new year's boring too!!!
haiz..
haha but getting cash is awesome too!!! (:
haha anyway...
im so bored..
maybe i should write out ideas for my story..
mmm..
oh well..
maybe now..
oh well maybe..
mm..
i don't know..
i need an idea.. an inspiration or something..
bleah...

okay it started all from here..

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I urged myself forward, not stopping until i reached the town, illuminated by the street lights. The hooting of owls and the drizzling of rain echoed the silent night. My muscles suddenly felt weak and i didnt know how many times i had asked myself to not give up on running.

What would actually happen to me if it caught me? I knew it would tear me apart and then left me to die if i tried to fight back. If i don't stop running, where would i go? I know i can't go back home because Bella and Edward would surely question me with questions like: 'Do you know when's your curfew?'or 'how many times do i have to tell you young lady?' or even 'just go to your room, i'll talk to you in the morning'. I knew i had to go somewhere. Somewhere to hide and maybe stab it in the back. My hands clenched into fists, my chest heaving and my arms swung front and back as i ran.

Suddenly, i saw someone walking over to his mailbox, checking for any mail then peering inside again. I immediately recognised the strong, muscular figure, the mop of black pointy hair and the russet brown skin.

I coughed and choked out. "Seth!"

The person turned around and dropped his letters. I stumbled and let my whole body slumped onto the ground. I was in a fetal position and my hair spread across the ground, trying to catch my breath and realised i was safe, for now.

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ok now i dont know what to write or maybe..
haha anyway..
just give me an idea or any thing..
lol..
hahah so see ya!! (: