OCTOBER

My month started like it normally did. Wake up from realistic dream with him. Look around confused. Get upset. Flashback here and there. Normally, I cut myself in the morning. Sometimes, when it's a good day, the reality doesn't hit me as hard as it normally does. I can go out the door and drive to school without thinking about harming myself.

It's hard to choke down food, especially when my throat is constantly constricting from wanting to cry all the time. Because of this, I've lost a lot of weight from my already petite body. That is probably the only visible factor showing I'm going through a hard time.

Bella doesn't know what to do with me. She's bailed me out more times I can count when Stella and I get too drunk to function. She obviously disapproves, but takes care of me anyway. She doesn't know about the cutting or the not eating. She's suspicious, but won't call me out on it.

Layla and Amelia were worried at first, afraid I was going to be a zombie or fall to pieces like book Bella did. This has yet to happen. I fake a smile and bear it, taking it day by day. They seem to buy the act and enjoy rebellious Aubrie.

My schoolwork is gradually suffering from my lack of sobriety. Not to the point where it will raise concerns, but Eric Yorkie is definitely on my heels.

It was October third when I finally got my fake ID from Jackson. Layla and Amelia got there's as well and we decided to do something to celebrate.

"I think we should get tattoos or something." Amelia said.

"I can already get a tattoo with or without fake ID," Layla said lazily, stretching her legs out on the couch. We were watching The Bachelor.

"Okay Miss Selfish, Aubs and I can't. You want a tattoo, right Aubs?" Amelia asked, pleading.

I thought about it. "Well, why not?"

Amelia bounced up and down and all around. "Yay! We should get best friend tattoos!"

I laughed. "Lame."

Layla agreed with me and we bumped fists.

Amelia's face fell. "You don't want to get something permanent that commemorates our friendship?"

"I don't want to get some cheesy quote that I'll have to live with the rest of my life." Layla answered.

"It doesn't have to be something cheesey," Amelia said. "It just has to be something that means a lot."

"Hold up, let me look on my Pinterest." I said, taking out my phone.

Layla sighed. "I'll look too."

Amelia squealed for what it seems like the fifteenth time. "I will too!"

We scrolled and scrolled and I set my phone down. "This is dumb. We shouldn't be looking for tattoos. It should just come to us and mean a lot."

Layla and Amelia agreed as I took out pen and paper. I began to sketch some ideas.

"First thing's first. Where do we want it?" Layla asked.

"Nothing visible. My dad would freak." I said, thinking of symbols or quotes that define our friendship.

"Okay, that means we can't have it on our ankles, wrists, arms, or anything of that sort. We should probably nix places that would show on our cheer uniform. I don't know how Lauren will take that." Amelia said.

"I got it! Remember in Missouri, when our cheer coach use to call us 'The Three Wise Monkeys'?" I said, writing that down.

"Oh yeah!" Layla and Amelia exclaimed.

"I was always 'Speak no evil'." Amelia laughed.

"And I was always 'See no evil,' which is almost impossible, being friends with you two that is." Layla teased.

"And that leaves me with 'Hear no evil,'. I dig that idea, guys." I said truthfully.

"I think we should put it behind the ear. It's not anywhere visible but you can still show it off if you wanted." Amelia said.

"That's perfect."

An hour later we were all waiting in the tattoo shop in Port Angeles for our appointment we made five minutes ago.

"We're about to get tattooed!" Amelia bounced up and down.

"Who gets tattooed on a Monday night?" Layla questioned, looking at the full tattoo shop.

I shrugged. "And we know Jackson did a good job on our IDs because he didn't even question them as he scanned them to the paper."

"Charlotte Russett, Ashley Traxel, and Rachel Williamson?" A tall guy who was tattooed from head to toe called out.

Although Layla could get her tattoo done with her normal ID, we all decided it would be kinda sketchy for an eighteen year old to hang out with two twenty-two year olds.

"That's us," I said, getting up to meet the guy who called our names. "I'm Charlotte."

"I'm Dave. Nice to meet you." We shook hands and the other two followed me.

"This is Ashley," I said pointing to Amelia and then I pointed to Layla. "And that's Rachel."

"Okay," Dave lead us to a small room that had a tattoo station set up. "What were you girls thinking about getting?"

"Well, we've been best friends since we were very little. We grew up together and cheered on the same team together," I started. "Soon, our coaches and even our parents started to call us 'The Three Wise Monkeys' and each made us one monkey."

"Basically, behind our ears, we want our part of the saying in a cool font." Layla said.

Dave nodded. "How big do you want it?"

"Big enough to make the words noticeable and readable but also small enough that it wouldn't stand out too much." Amelia answered.

Dave wrote down what we were saying and then opened up a computer. "This is some fonts we have."

We each chose one font that looked like really polished handwriting. Dave started to draw up our sketches and Amelia's knee started to bounce up and down nervously. As Dave left the room to get ink, I took my hand and stopped Amelia's bouncing.

"You," I started. "Are not allowed to be nervous. You were the one who wanted to do this in the first place."

"I can't help it," Amelia shrugged. "It's so permanent."

"We can't back down now, we already paid." Layla said, annoyed.

"I don't want to back down!" Amelia exclaimed. "I just don't want to go first."

"Well, I don't want to go first either!" Layla protested.

"I don't care," I said. "I'll go first. But you two better follow through. I'm not just going to get 'hear no evil' for no good reason!"

Layla and Amelia nodded and I sat back down.

Dave walked back in and got all the instruments ready. "Who's first?"

888

"Hey what are our plans for tonight?" I asked Stella at lunch on Friday. She was pretending to eat a french fry.

"There's a party at Jackson's." Stella suggested.

"Hmm…" I said, scrunching up my face.

"Why the face?" Stella asked. "You don't mind hanging out with him during the week."

"Yeah, but usually I'm too high to care." I said lowly. "He gives me the creeps."

"Come on, Aubs. It'll be fun. We're supposed to dress up, too. You love dressing up." Stella coaxed.

"Can we bring more people? That way we won't get deserted in Port Angeles." I said.

Stella giggled. "Good idea. They're supposed to be good alcohol, too. I heard the Quileutes are coming, and they always bring the good stuff."

"What do you guys think?" I said out loud to the lunch table.

"About?" Mike prodded.

"There's this party in Port Angeles. Supposed to be great. Are you guys in?" Stella said with a smile that usually gets people to go along with what she says.

"Oh yeah! I heard about that," Danielle said. "Don't we have to dress up as well?"

I nodded. "I think it'd be fun if we all went."

"Well I'm in!" Lauren said, excitedly. "Anything to get out of this town."

Tyler sighed. "I guess this means I'm in, too."

Half the lunch table was on it, the other wasn't so much. Luckily, Amelia and Layla were interested so I was now more comfortable about going.

Later that night, I dressed in patterned tights, a high-waisted short skirt, a dark blue crop tank top. I put on my black high heel booties and did my makeup dark and made my hair look wavy and natural.

"Are you sure you don't just want to stay in?" Bella asked from my door. "Angela, Shae, Nat, Molly, and I are having a movie night."

"Nah, that's okay. I think I'm spending the night at the Fowlers tonight, too. Don't wait up." I said to her, grabbing my wallet, keys, and phone putting them in a purse.

"Please," Bella pleaded. "Please, please, please eat."

I was taken aback. I knew Bella was catching on, but I didn't know she would confront me about it. "I will. I am."

Bella gave me a look. "You aren't. I watch."

"Bells, it's hard." My throat started to get tight and my brain started to swirl. Oh no.

"Aubrie, are you okay?" Bella asked, stepping forward in concern.

Aubrie, we're leaving.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom. But I'll be home tomorrow."

Aubrie, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless.

Bella hesitated. "Okay….well call me if you need anything. I mean anything."

I nodded curtly and practically sprinted to the bathroom.

You can't, Aubrie. Where we're going…it's not the right place for you.

I found the razor easily and ended the flashback. My breathing was heavy as I cleaned up. I didn't know what I was going to do now that I had a fresh cut. I decided to put a bandaid on it and put a bracelet over it.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. The episodes always sucked so much energy out of me, that I almost took up Bella on the movie night offer. But knowing that I'll probably get upset again, it was safer to go out. I hated hurting myself almost as much as I hate myself.

I walked down the stairs and saw Stella's black BMW M3 and left the house. Layla and Amelia were riding with us, since they only live next door.

I got in the front seat and Layla and Amelia were already in the back.

"Do you have your fake ID?" Stella asked me. "I told Jackson I would take some Vodka but I left mine at home."

"I do. But we have to get it at Port Angeles." I told her, "They may not know you in Forks yet, but they sure know me."

"Duh." Stella giggled.

We drove to Port Angeles and I got out at a liquor store and bought two bottles of Vodka with no problem.

We drove to the party and it was already packed. When we walked in, almost all the lights were off and the music was loud and obnoxious.

"Hey Stella and Aubrie!" Jackson greeted, looking hammered.

I shook the vodka bottles. "It's actually Charlotte Russett."

Jackson threw his head back and laughed. "Of course. There are some more Fork natives in the kitchen. Weed is upstairs. Keg stands in living room."

Stella nodded and turned to look at me excitedly. "We must do a keg stand!"

I smiled at her enthusiasm. "Let's go to the kitchen first."

Stella frowned slightly. "Actually, I think I'll go upstairs. But I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes."

I nodded. I wasn't in the mood to do weed, annoyed that my highs don't last as long as Stella's. "Okay. Have fun."

Layla, Amelia, and I walked in the kitchen and I saw Lauren. "Well, isn't it the Three Wise Monkeys." Lauren taunted, drink in hand.

Most people knew about our tattoos and thought it was cool. The whole cheer team actually wants to get something. Lauren especially. I think she wants all the flyers to get something special, but we have to wait until Bailey gets her fake ID and Natalie turns 18, which is in February.

"Ha," I said. "What's in that?"

"Tequila, my drink of choice obviously." Lauren said.

"Do you have a chaser?" I asked, scrunching up my nose. After the first night I got drunk, I drank straight Tequila. I can't do that anymore, remembering the continuous puking I did that night. I can only have tequila if it's mixed with something. Not even chasers can get rid of that taste.

Lauren nodded, holding up a can of coke.

"What are you drinking?" Amelia asked me.

"I think I'm just going to mix vodka and purple Gatorade. You?"

"Screwdriver," Amelia smiled wryly. "I like to work up to it. And Layla?"

"I think I'll just stick to a normal Gatorade. I'll be DD." Layla said, grabbing a yellow Gatorade.

"You don't have to be DD," I said. "We could call a cab or just stay the night."

"No…I think there should be at least one responsible person here." Layla said.

"Ok," I shrugged.

It was a few hours later and I was pretty tipsy, but wasn't drunk. Layla walked up to me in a panic. "I can't find Amelia!"

"What do you mean?" I giggled, taking a sip of whatever I was drinking.

"I mean Amelia disappeared with some dude." Layla yelped.

"I'm sure she's fine," I said but my voice showed I was nervous.

"We got to search for her!"

"Are you positive she left the house or she's still here?" I asked, setting down my drink.

"I'm positive she was with some Quileute guy. He was pretty big so I think he could be a werewolf." Layla told me, dragging me upstairs to the room.

"Well if he's a werewolf we should be okay. They wouldn't do anything reckless." I pointed out.

"Need I remind you about Emily's face?"

"Okay tone down the team vampire for a second," I said stopping in my tracks. "That was a one-time thing and Sam feels bad about that. Also these werewolves are aware that they're going to imprint so they don't get caught up in messy relationships to avoid the Leah/Sam/Emily situation."

"So you think she's alright?" Layla asked, biting her lip.

"Let's search for her, just in case. But I'm sure she's in capable hands."

She ended up being in much capable hands. Layla and I spotted her walking out of a bedroom with sex hair and her dressed not zipped all the way. A big, Quileute looking guy was behind her looking like she held the key to the universe.

"Layla! Aubrie! You're never gonna guess what happened!" Amelia padded over us, dragging Quileute dude behind her.

"You got boned." Layla said crassly, crossing her arms in a disapproval manner.

"Well, yes." Amelia paused. "But only because-."

"He imprinted on you." I finished, putting my hand on my forehead. "How on Earth did this happen? Which one are you?" I asked the Quileute. "Paul or Jared?"

"Paul," he grinned, kissing the top of Amelia's head.

"Great, two very strong personalities." Layla groaned.

"How do you guys know about imprinting?" Paul asked, realizing our reactions.

"We know all about vampires and werewolves, consider us experts." I said sarcastically.

"Hey, you're Edward Cullen's pet, aren't you?" Paul sneered, giving me a once over.

"Funny you say pet, dog." I bit back. "I'm no one's pet." I was very proud of the alcohol's effect to not make me fall apart at Edward's name, which would have happened if I were sober.

"Let's play nice." Amelia said, picking up on the tension between us. "You," she pointed at me, "are not allowed to call my boyfriend any degrading names about what he is." Then she turned to Paul, "And you are not allowed to bring up any sort of Cullen ever again. We know things and that's that."

Paul and I nodded reluctantly. Amelia cheered. "Well, I'm going to take Paul to our house to get more, um, acquainted."

Layla and I snorted at her word choice. "Let Paul drive, he seems more sober."

Paul fist-pounded Layla and I. "You guys took good care of her before I found her."

"Well, maybe now that there's three of us, we can keep her out of trouble." Layla said.

Paul laughed. "Maybe, goodnight."

When they left, I turned to Layla. "How fucking wild is that? Amelia got imprinted on."

Layla pouted playfully. "I want one!"

I laughed. "Do you want to go crash my sister's movie night? After that, I don't feel like partying anymore."

"Let's just create our own at Stella's house," Layla waved off my suggestion. "Your house is too close to mine and I don't want to hear them have sex."

"It's crazy that they had just had sex before we found them," I shook my head. "Doesn't she treasure her virginity?"

"She would if she still had hers. She lost hers to Justin Porter last year." Layla snickered.

"Really?" I frowned. "She didn't tell me that."

"Probably because she thought you'd judge her. She knows how big you are on waiting."

"Do you have something to tell me?" I asked.

"Nope."

"Good. We should probably find Stella and drag her to the car, chances are she probably lost her ability to walk or talk."

We found her in the basement, attempting to play Mario Kart but her kart kept falling off the track after driving five feet. "I'm driving," Layla whispered to me and I agreed.

"Hey Stell, time to go." I called out to her. She turned to look at me and a big smile broke out on her face.

"My best friends!" She jumped up and hugged us tightly, making Layla and I mutter a soft 'ow'.

"It's nice to see you Stella, you completely disappeared on us." Layla said, helping her gather her things.

"None of you wanted to smoke and I wanted to smoke!" Stella giggled. "I love marijuana."

"And it loves you," I said. "I'll smoke with you tomorrow."

"Really?" Stella said, putting her hand to her heart like I had just made her whole life. "That means a lot. Do you want to blaze it up with us, Layla?"

"No thanks. I don't 'blaze it up'. That stuff makes me too relaxed, I don't like it." Layla said. "But if Amelia isn't sucking face with her new soulmate, I'm sure she'll want to join you."

"Coolio." Stella said. "Are we staying at my house tonight?"

"Yepp. Movie night." Layla said, helping Stella get in the backseat.

"Great, Natey will be so happy Aubrie comes around looking surprisingly well collected. He told me he's tired of giving reports that we're intoxicated or high." Stella blabbed.

"Do you mean I'll finally pass an inspection?" I laughed. "This calls for a celebration. Let's order pizza."

"What is she talking about?" Layla asked, pulling out of Jackson's driveway.

"One of the Cullens put Nathan in charge of watching over me and giving them updates. I don't know who, but I know it's one of them." I said, running a hand through my hair. "It's annoying."

Layla looked at me worriedly as I shut my eyes and leaned back in the car.

"Guys," Stella said. "While ya'll order pizza, I'm going to have to go hunting. I have the munchies."

Layla and I looked at each other and started to laugh uncontrollably, all the way to the Fowler's house.

Nate heard us coming and met us outside. "Hey," he greeted.

"Take your sister hunting," I said. "Apparently she's got the munchies."

"Annie," Nate called out, even though he didn't have to.

Annie was by his side before I could blink twice. "Why do I have to go?"

"Because I need to talk to Aubrie." Nate said.

Annie grumbled and took Stella by the arm and dragged her out to the forest. Layla picked up on our vibe. "I'm going to go order the pizza." She then proceeded to walk into the house.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.

"You seem sober," Nate said inspecting my eyes.

"I think I am. I didn't drink as much as I normally do. I also didn't smoke any tonight."

"Why the special occasion?" Nate asked, looking into my eyes.

I shrugged. "My friend got imprinted on by some werewolf, that kinda put things to a stop. I also didn't need to."

"Need to?" Nate questioned.

I crossed my arms around my chest as I chose my words carefully. "It's what gets me through the day," I drew a shaky breath. "It makes me numb."

"Are you just going to 'numb' yourself until you get liver cancer? Fall in love with someone different?"

"Shut up," I groaned. "Whatever I do to make myself feel better after all the shit that happened is my business. So you can tell whatever Cullen who asked you to keep an eye on me to stop worrying and go on with their life."

"It's hard to do that when she's constantly seeing you cutting yourself." Nate said gently.

I gulped hard and involuntary looked down at my wrist. Because I have been cutting almost every other day, it was starting to scar. "That's my business as well."

"Aubs, Alice is just worried. She's afraid you'll go off the deep end."

I laughed bitterly. "I think I already did."

It was nice to think Alice was the one who is watching over me, but I was little hurt. A part of me was clinging to the hope he still cared.

Nate put a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "But it's never too late to resurface."

I shook my head. "I don't know how. I thought I would, but I don't. Everywhere I look, I'm reminded. Of him, of what I do to myself, of what he makes me feel. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't fucking function! It's unhealthy and I can't believe I got myself into this position."

I always made fun of Bella in the books for how dependent she was. I always promised myself I would never be that way with any guy, that I would be independent. I wouldn't let a guy break me.

I was more than broken, I was damaged beyond the point of repair. I was scarred emotionally and physically. And it's unhealthy. I am unhealthy.

When I was reading The Hunger Games, I admired how strong Katniss was. I admired her strength and courage, even if she was emotionally confused. When I read the Divergent trilogy, Beatrice was a heroine. Sometimes she was lacking a little common sense, but she was selflessly brave. When I read the Harry Potter series, I always connected to Hermione and her wit. Ron Weasley was an asshole and she never let him phase her, always using her intelligence to get the golden trio out of trouble.

It's not fair to compare Twilight to these stories, because they're all different and were written for different purposes. Bella had some strong personality points. She was protective of her family and relatable to almost anyone who read her. But she was a dependent. She let a boy dictate her every movement. She let a boy take away her will to live.

I wasn't a Tris, Hermione, or Katniss.

I was a Bella.

No, I was worse than a Bella.

"Well, a good place to start is to stop drinking and smoking." Nate said quietly.

"Did Alice ask you to say that?"

Nate shrugged. "She told me to keep a better eye on you, but I don't want to be annoying. You have to make these decisions by yourself to truly change. You have to want to change."

I shook my head. "I don't think you understand, Nate. I don't trust myself sober."

"I could help, you know."

I thought about it. Nate has been there for me a lot these past few weeks, but I've only known him for that time. Stephenie Meyer didn't even write about him, he is so sketchy.

I shook my head. "My method works and if they don't like it, well too fucking bad. They're not here, they're not a part of my life anymore. It's their choice; they all didn't have to leave."

And with those words, I walked into the house hoping Layla ordered extra pineapple and extra bacon on my pepperoni pizza, leaving Nate with his hands in his pockets, looking at the trees.

*HALLOWEEN*

"Hi Bella," Stella chirped happily walking into my house.

Bella's eyes bugged out of her head. "Nice costume?"

Stella giggled and turned around, "You like?"

Bella stammered and my dad walked in. "I thought Aubrie's was bad…" I heard him mutter, walking away.

I frowned looking at my own ensemble. It was blue knee shocks with white ankle boot heels. I had on short blue spandex with a cropped baseball jersey that was tight and tied up, showing off a little bit of my stomach. I undid the first button, making the already deep 'v' go deeper, showing some more of my cleavage. My makeup was did a little more overdid than I normally do, and I had put on the baseball hat backwards of my curled hair.

Stella, however, was wearing a white fringe…dress. Both sides were missing considerably a lot of fabric, and the whole thing was practically sheer. It also pushed up her already big boobs, making them look humungous. She tied a pink handkerchief around her neck, a white cowboy hat and pink 'fuck me heels' that were modeled after cowboy boots.

I snickered at my dad's reaction and pulled Stella in a hug. "Only you could dress up as a complete slut, but pull it off."

Bella was wearing a relatively modest outfit for Halloween, but for Bella, she was showing so much skin. She was wearing an Indian-styled dress that fell mid-thigh. She had on knee high fringed boots, an Indian headband.

"Dad!" I called out, "Will you please take a picture?"

I heard my dad grumble back into the entry way. "What?"

"Will you please take a picture?" I repeated.

My dad narrowed his eyes, "Aubs, I don't approve of the outfits," his eyes flickered to Stella's costume briefly, "and you know I'm a horrible photographer."

"Please," I begged. "I need to post it on Instagram. And then we'll leave to the party!"

"Okay," Dad sighed, taking my phone. He started to turn the device horizontal and I cringed.

"No! Vertical, you may have to take a few steps back, so you can get our whole bodies," I instructed.

"Aubs," Dad whined. "Can't I just do your face?"

"No!" I griped, "Whole body. That's the point of the pic, to show everyone our costumes."

My dad fumbled some more with the phone and finally, after five painful minutes, I got the pic I wanted. I started to edit it and posted it on Instagram.

"Bye," My dad said, going back to the living room.

"Can we leave now?" Bella asked, fixing her hair.

"We have to wait for Layla and Amelia…oh there they are." Layla was dressed as a gangster and Amelia was a cat.

"Where's Paul?" I asked, not used to the empty space behind Amelia, usually that was reserved for Paul to hover over her and touch her.

"He's meeting us there," Amelia said. "It was extremely difficult to shake him enough to get to go to this party because I have told him I've felt weird lately."

"Are you sick?" Stella asked, concern etched on her face.

Amelia shook her head. "Nah, I think it's because I have just been imprinted on."

Since I didn't know what it was like to be imprinted on, I took her reasoning with a nod. "Okay, then we should go to the party."

When we arrived to the party, it was chaos. It was some rich kid in Port Angeles and his parents were out of town. In the spacious mansion, hundreds of bodies were pushed together, strobe lights, and the smell of sweat and alcohol were very apparent.

"My siblings should be here…" Stella muttered, dragging me through the house.

"Nate's here?" I groaned. We haven't spoken much since the night that'll be forever known as 'Amelia got imprinted on'.

"Yeah, and he looks so sexy." Stella grinned

"Gross," I scrunched up my face. "Isn't he your brother?"

Stella rolled her eyes at me. "Not biologically of course. We have had sex a few times," she noticed the look on my face and reassured me, "Not since like two decades ago."

"Well on that note, I'm going to hide out. Don't get in any trouble!" I started to step back but I ran into something hard. Nate.

"Well there's my favorite short stop. How've you been?" Nate grinned easily.

I narrowed my eyes. "Good considering. Now if you excuse me…"

"Where you going? I'll walk with you." Nate said, not letting me get around him.

"I'm trying to get away from you, but it seems that you're going to make it impossible to do so," I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I just want to talk, Aubrie." Nate said, smile gone.

"What is there possibly to talk about? We already hashed out everything a few weeks ago. I am gonna keep on doing me and I suggest you start worrying more about yourself."

"You know I can't do that."

Alice. Part of me is flattered and ecstatic she cares enough to still somewhat be in my life, sorta. But she should know better than anyone else that the Cullens leaving is going to take a toll on me some way or another.

"I know they hired you to be my babysitter but honestly give it a rest. Let me do what I want. I am seventeen years old, I can take care of myself." I said, exasperated. This conversation was getting old. "Now, I'm going to go find my sister. My more responsible older sister and she can take care of me. So you can go do whatever adolescent vampires do at a Halloween party and leave me alone."

Nate's faced turned hard and he finally let me go around him to find Bella.

I grabbed a Powerade and Vodka on the way, needing a drink after that conversation.

Let's hope November brings less drama.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Holy shit, guys! A lot has happened in my life since I have last uploaded, some good and some bad. The most important thing is that I have never ever ever abandoned this story and always think about it and it's future sequels. I WILL SEE THIS STORY THROUGH IF IT TAKES TEN YEARS.

Updates should not take months ever again, and I'll be sure to try to keep that promise.

GOOD NEWS. I have started to edit MLTIT and it's becoming a better story already, but it's kinda faltered the storyline and by the end of the story it could quite possibly be a whole new story. It's all good changes, though. So when I'm not writing or planning this story, I'm editing the old one, or writing chapters for the summer series. I am all in on this story, guys. LET'S BRING EDWARD HOME Y'ALL.

-throwsomeglittermakeitrain