edward,

You may wonder how someone would come to the point of not caring anymore. if you were to ponder on the idea, you may begin to assume many things about this person. You may think that this person was lonely, didn't have any friends at all or they may be extremely ugly and no one liked to look at them. you might suppose that this person had some extreme hardship fall upon them such as a loved on dying or finding out that Fidel Castro was their father, but this was not the case, for me as least.
my name is victoria and if i were to evaluate my life I would say that my life is quite good. Actually if i relay sit down and think about it my life is pretty dang good. i have friends who love me and love to be with me. I come from quite a nice home. It has never been broken, my siblings and i get along just fine and my parents are quite nice. I do well in school, acquiring A's and B's and for the most part get along with everyone in my school. For crying out loud i even have a boy that adores me. so why you m
May ask would i suddenly decide i don't care any more. why i wouldn't mind if it all disappeared at the moment. well i suppose ill tell you, but i don't know if you will find it all that interesting.


The first time i heard about him was almost 3 years ago. I don't remember it well, but I'm about ninety nine percent sure i was nagging my sister to get off the computer so i could check my email. She then, i believe, cleverly distracted me by beginning to talk about some people she met at school. she told me about this boy who she said was very humorous and said that He had a younger brother about my age who was named Edward. she then proceeded to show me a picture of him, and right then as i set eyes on the image and my brain had processed the information, i knew i had to meet him. But really, how could you not after seeing this picture? there he was, adorned with a lucha libre mask, swim shorts with what appeared to be under where over them and then to finish it off, skillfully drawn abs on his stomach. relay? how could you not want to meet someone like that? I'm not sure. but soon it left my mind because i must have had much more important things to worry about at the time

the next time i can remember hearing of him was at a dance of some sorts, about a year later. it was nearing the end and my friend jasmine ran up to me
"look what Edward gave me!" i then peered down to her wrist, which wasn't very far since she had pretty much shoved it in my face, and there sat a dainty bracelet. it wasn't very fancy and looked quite cheep but regardless i wanted one. i then inquired of her who this Edward was and she said that he goes to her school, the one i would be attending that fall, and then it clicked.
"You mean the one with the abs drawn on?!"
then she squealed a bit and nodded her head and then ran off, probably to show someone else her new found jem. a few min later my sister came up to me and introduced me to his brother Jake. we then proceeded to invite these brothers to a get together at our house the next weekend but they did a not attend it when it came around. i was'nt bothered by it at all though. i had already forgotten.