Confused and tired, Bella almost knocked her antique, silver alarm clock off her nightstand as its piercing charm awoke her on the groggy Monday morning of June 6. School had just ended, and of course Bella had neglected to turn the alarm off. As she gazed around her room it seemed a blur. The light speared through the window and illuminated her room just enough for her to notice that nothing was in the correct place. Disgusting. Quickly, Bella pulled on a shirt and walked over to her hickory dresser. On it stood a new squared off mirror. Something about it wasn't right. Everything seemed in order, except the mirror. The mirror was a problem. She grabbed it and edged it back an inch and rotated the angle a couple degrees. Seeing that the rest of the contents on top of the dresser were arranged to her liking, Bella walked back over to her nightstand and grabbed her phone and saw an unknown number texted. No. What had happened last night? Bella was a good girl, she did not drink or smoke very often, but Prom was Prom. She stood and stared at the familiar cracked screen on her I-phone 4. She kept staring until the background picture of her and her dad disappeared. Then she kept staring at her own reflection in the glass. The shattered screen distorted her face as she racked her brain, thinking of what could possibly have happened the previous night. Nothing. Nervous of what she might find, Bella slowly unlocked her phone and gently tapped the messaging app. To her surprise this unknown number was the only text conversation that she had had the whole night. Bella closed her eyes. She knew that this conversation would be important. She knew this as she clicked on the unknown number. Her cracked phone loaded for a couple seconds and then revealed her conversation with a man whom she would later learn was named Edward. [TEXT CONVERSATION GENRE].
What had happened last night? She felt sore in places she had never felt before. But what had happened? Certainly she had not actually lost her virginity to a man that she had only met last night. Had she drank that much that she would forget the whole night? She gazed down at her hands. They shook rapidly. A small hangnail protruded from her pinkie. Ahh. Quickly she jumped up and grabbed a nail clipper, and delicately pressed its cold metallic blade up against her skin and sliced. The hangnail fell to the ground. Bella picked it up and threw it in the nearby garbage can. She she gazed around the room one more time. Everything seemed in order.
She heard the familiar rumble of her father’s truck faintly in the distance. Its loud, unique, uneven sputter gave it away. She ran down the soft rug that covered the creaky wooden stairs to the front door. It had been days since the two had seen each other. The door creaked open quietly. Her father walked in slowly as to not allow the floor to destroy the silence. His hesitant facial expression changed immediately to surprise when Alex noticed that Bella was in fact awake.
“Dad” Bella cried happily as she ran to him and gave him an enormous hug. “I need help. I messed up dad. Please help me.
“Bella dear, what is it. Calm down!”
“Prom was last night. I went out with someone I met and I need help figuring out what happened. I could never lie to you dad. I drank a little bit of alcohol.”
“Bella, its okay. You are an amazing daughter, you know I support everything you do, because you are such a good girl.”
“I do not know anymore dad. I think I did something horrible! I think I may have...”
“Bella stop” her father had a concerned look on his face. “I will look into it, you go and have a good day”.
Bella hesitantly agreed and walked out the front door to sit on the porch. What would her father think of her? He knew that she had drank. She had broken the law. The air was cool outside, and the heat of the porch bench was refreshing and cozy. She stayed on this bench for a couple of minutes, basking in the sunshine. Just when she was about to forget about the horrible night that must have had, the front door opened and Alex ambled through holding a sheet of paper. Bella had no idea what was on this paper, but she could tell from her father’s expression that it was important. Her hands shaking once again, she reached cautiously out to grab the sheet from her father. There was text on the page which was in an italicized, cursive, hand written font. Butterflies flocked her stomach as she laid eyes on the first sentence. [GO TO THE SECOND GENRE THAT IS A POEM]
As her eyes fluttered over the words, a knot formed in her stomach. She had written this poem. After a deep, critical analysis of its diction and form, she concluded that this Edward man was not someone to mess with. He had tricked her, then raped her while she was under the influence. Bella discreetly rubbed a tear from her eyes before her father could see it. Bella know that Alex had clearly not read the poem for he had an emotionless face, as he stared off the porch at the lady across the street yelling at her daughter. As her father continued to stare off, Bella took her leave back into the house. Once inside, she jogged the stairs to get back to her room. She grabbed her purse and keys before leaving out the back to her own run down 1998 Chevy.
Flustered, Bella just began driving. Thoughts began to fly all around her. She had written this angry poem at Edward, she assumed. She clearly had a reason to hate him, but did she have a reason to love him before that hate? How had she been swooned into his arms so quickly. Meer hours after meeting him, she had been dropped off and written this poem. Someone this man did to her made her fall in love. Determined to find an answer and to let this Edward have a piece of her mind, she parked and called her best friend. Ellen, her best friend was surely with her the previous night, and had to know something. She hit the dial button and waited. The ring went on and on. It seemed like the voice mail should have started ages ago, but the phone kept ringing. Eventually someone picked up. This someone however, was not Ellen. The voice that picked up was gravely, but at the same time strangely sexual. Its depth and clarity gave Bella a shiver down her spine.
“Hello” the voice said.
“Ahh. Um. W-who is this?”
“This is Edward” The voice was so strong and unwavering that Bella lost her train of thought momentarily.
She began to nervous sweat. What could she possibly say. She had not planned this out at all. Bella began to panic. Her breathing rose. The only this she could think to say was, “Oh”.
“Bella, is that you”
“Yes”
“Do you want to meet?”
“Yes”
“Come to Red Aardvark Cafe now. I will be there”
“Okay” and with that, she hung up the phone, and slammed it down onto the ground of the passenger seat. The drive over to the cafe was only a few minutes, and Bella drove it in silence with the radio off. She parked down the block and rested her head on the steering wheel. Did she really want this? She could go home and take the morning after pill and be done with it. No. She did want this. For once in her life she had to stand up for herself. She had always dreamed of meeting a guy who would love her and who she could love and be in a relationship and be happy. Edward had ruined this fantasy. If she did not clear up this nagging sensation in her heart, she would never be able to achieve the relationship that she dreamed of. She entered the restaurant and saw Edward. She knew it was him. His whole body sparkled. He was beautiful. She had never seen anyone like him before in her life. His eyes were daggers. They sliced through her into her heart. Speaking of her heart, Bella’s heart skipped a beat. She choked a bit on her spit from the shock of seeing him. He stood up so gracefully, almost floating over to where she stood at the door of the cafe. He softly wrapped his cool, soft hand around her wrist. They walked together over to the table that he had chosen. The whole restaurant seemed to be staring at them. No staring at Edward. He was beautiful. But she was here for a reason. She couldn't forget that she was her for a reason. She wouldn't forget.
“Edward, I...”
“Bella, look at this menu. We must order quickly, because I do have somewhere to be relatively soon.” Dumbstruck, she stared at him. He had interrupted her, but strangely she did not mind it too much. She grabbed the sheet of laminated paper from Edward’s hands and glanced down at it. [MENU GENRE HERE]. As her eyes finished reading the paper, she know that this man by the name of Edward who say in front of her was a keeper. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the confusing of prom and the hectic nature of the night, but she had made a mistake being so worried. This was a great guy who was also great looking. As the two of them ate the meal that Bella chose, Bella was happy. When she got home that night, she had an inspiration to draw a picture. This is what she drew: [PICTURE GENRE]. The End.
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