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| Bella's shirt from Skylar |
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| Al's Barbie-pink Beetle |
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| Bella's car |
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| Edward in his scrubs with his new hair cut. |
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| Bella in her scrubs. |
Monday, December 24, 2012
SIB chapter 15, pics
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Somewhere I Belong, chapter 15, teaser
“That’s very brave of you,” he told me.
“I refuse to give up on my dreams, on what I want,” I said to him, looking him right in the eye, hoping he understood the double meaning behind my words. “Do you remember when I told you over the summer how my mother’s idea of helping people was to write a check and then forget about it?”
“Yes. I remember everything you’ve told me, Bella.”
“What I didn’t tell you was that my parents had no idea where I was this summer until the other night. Because of their views and ideas on helping others, I knew they’d do everything within their power to prevent me from going to the DR.”
“And you didn’t want them to do that?”
“No I didn’t. I wanted to be there this summer to help those people, Edward. That was my only reason for going. I’ve stayed so far removed from my father’s political career that I had no idea you were in any way related to whoever his opponent was. In fact I had been paying so little attention to it that I didn’t even know who he was running against.”
“Just how were you going to vote then if you were so uninformed?” he asked curiously.
“Because I was determined to vote for whoever his opponent was regardless of who it was, because the one thing I did know about my father was that he was willing to promise the voters whatever he had to in order to win. And after living with him all of my life, I knew that his beliefs were not ones I wanted to back up. His and my mother’s answer to everything has always been money. Throw money at it and things will go how you want them too. So unless whoever he was running against was some kind of complete monster, he had already won my vote.”
“I see,” he said, his eyebrows scrunching together as he contemplated all I’d said.
“I refuse to give up on my dreams, on what I want,” I said to him, looking him right in the eye, hoping he understood the double meaning behind my words. “Do you remember when I told you over the summer how my mother’s idea of helping people was to write a check and then forget about it?”
“Yes. I remember everything you’ve told me, Bella.”
“What I didn’t tell you was that my parents had no idea where I was this summer until the other night. Because of their views and ideas on helping others, I knew they’d do everything within their power to prevent me from going to the DR.”
“And you didn’t want them to do that?”
“No I didn’t. I wanted to be there this summer to help those people, Edward. That was my only reason for going. I’ve stayed so far removed from my father’s political career that I had no idea you were in any way related to whoever his opponent was. In fact I had been paying so little attention to it that I didn’t even know who he was running against.”
“Just how were you going to vote then if you were so uninformed?” he asked curiously.
“Because I was determined to vote for whoever his opponent was regardless of who it was, because the one thing I did know about my father was that he was willing to promise the voters whatever he had to in order to win. And after living with him all of my life, I knew that his beliefs were not ones I wanted to back up. His and my mother’s answer to everything has always been money. Throw money at it and things will go how you want them too. So unless whoever he was running against was some kind of complete monster, he had already won my vote.”
“I see,” he said, his eyebrows scrunching together as he contemplated all I’d said.
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