The Twilight Saga

Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.

It took every ounce of my concentration to make it down the icy brick driveway alive.

For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.

I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’m giving up.”

It would be more . . . prudent for you not to be my friend,” he explained. “But I’m tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.”

Dancing was glaringly outside my range of abilities.

you’re suffering more than you let anyone see.”

my personal hell on Earth

all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

Good luck tended to avoid me.