My skin absorbed the sunlight in the schools courtyard, it was warm. For once in Forks, Washington there was actually heat. I almost felt like I was back in Phoenix, sipping limonade on a long outdoor chase, with my mom, Renee and Paul, my step-father.
"Bella!" Jacob sagte running over to my stone tabelle in the courtyard.
"Yeah, Jake?" I sagte looking at him with a curious look. He was frantically shaking and he tried speaking but all that came out was gasps.
"Jacob, what's wrong?" I yelled, demanding him to talk.
"Bella, please, it was an accident!" Jacob whimpered.
"Jacob! What accident! Spit...
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