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    Convince Me

    “It’s going to be sunny today folks, which is a nice change from the rain, so get out there and enjoy it while you can!” The alarm clock switched on at 7:00 AM to tell me to get ready for school. Judging by what the DJ had just said though, I wouldn’t be going, so I turned it off and resumed ‘watching TV’.

    To my parents, the clock was unnecessary, but to me it was essential. I didn’t sleep, so I didn’t need to be woken up, but I got lost in thought very easily, and therefore lost track of time.

    Over the past night I had sat in my room with the TV on – though I had been paying it no mind – and thought, like usual.

    But unlike other nights, last night my mind had been invaded by a foreign vampire named Edward Cullen.

    He had no business in coming here in the first place, of course, but his father, the ‘ruler’ of the vampire world, had ordered him to come, to find out about our way of life. The three Volturi with him had ogled at my family’s abstinence as if it left a bad taste in their mouths, which was one reason why I highly disliked the whole lot of them. Another reason was because of the way they thought of themselves, as if they were better than us, as if drinking animal blood was the equivalent of eating dirt.

    Yet Edward was different, annoyingly civil towards me.

    I knew he’d been ordered to bring me back with him, and I constantly wondered why. I’d tried to find the answer to that in his thoughts, but he knew what I could do, as his mind was incessantly busy rephrasing Debussy into cannon.

    Other than the blocking off of his mind from my own, he was amazingly polite – perhaps too polite.

    He had asked intuitive questions when we had showed the four of them how we hunted, and I found myself wondering what it would be like if he stayed with us. Hunting with him felt right; it was as if we were a team.

    We got along well together too, though I could not forget what he was a member of, which was why I had originally detested him. And I couldn’t help but laugh at him when he had gotten fur in his mouth accidentally, which had resulted in a peal of laughter from him as well. He had laughed as he spat fur out of his mouth, and I had laughed along with him. My family and the other three looked on in bewilderment.

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