I agree cause i dont think that would fit right in the story, but interesting chapters though.
"I'm back!" Aunt Alice shouted. Her voice echoed in my head, it sent chills down my spine. I shivered. She brought back a dozen or two boxes of shoes and shopping bags. I gulped. This was going to be a long night.
I moved closer to whisper at Jake's ear. "Do you have any idea how to deal with an Aunt who hunts you down for a runway show?" I was hoping for an encouraging answer to escape. But, he just said "Oh, c'mon Nessie. Are you seriously going to waste all of this?" I closed my eyes in horror and then moaned.
As usual Dad chuckled. Argggh!
"Nessie!" A beautiful female velvet voice called out. "Nessie!"
"What is it Aunt Rosalie?" I called back. She then came in the living room.
"Oh, there you are." She smiled. Her sparkling smile almost melted me. "Say, Esme and I are going to Seattle. And, I was wondering if you and Bella would come." she said. Hope then finally came. I was going to live!
"But, Nessie was going to have a runway show." Aunt Alice complained.
"We can always do things like this on. . .certain. . .times. . ." I mumbled. "Hmmmp," she huffed. "Just not today. . .But, I. . ." I sighed. "I promise. . .we'll do this. . .Later." Oh, I did not want to say that.
"Great!" Aunt Alice smiled. She was full of spirit again. Though, that promise is not pleasant. Nu-uh, nope, not a bit. I gotta plan my escape route.
"So, it's settled then. Let's go." Aunt Rosalie gladly said.
"Well, what about Edward and the others?" Mom asked.
"Actually, Bella. It's a girl's night out. Alice why don't you tag along too?" Esme added.
"Sure," Aunt Alice said, all perky. Which also creeps me out sometimes. I shivered. So, anyway Girl's night out. So, that means.
"No, Jacob. We have other things to do here. If their having a girl's night out we're having a bachelor party." Dad muttered.
"Uh-huh, Bachelor Party?" Mom said.
"I knew you guys we're up to no good." Rosalie added.
I chuckled under my breathe. Way to go, Dad! I thought as loudly as possible. Now, that's Karma for always snooping around my head.