PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I think..I'm officially scared now..

This is not right. How did I get to Los Angeles.


...Bella? Please tell me you're here.

I... am not supposed to be here. I only walked out a door, that was all. I was going to speak with my brother, and then... this. I've never heard of anyone with the ability to send another away, to another place, to another time. I don't belong in this city. Or in this year, to be completely truthful.

And some disgusting creature had the nerve to attack me last night. He’s no longer with us because of his stupidity . He, well… he turned to dust when I squeezed too hard. I do believe I accidently ripped his head off. It served him right, though.

My room is so pretty!! But theres this thing that wont stop making all this horrid noise, like a shrill daft bird. I almost miss cottons parrot. When I attacked it, it stopped, but now some voice is coming from one end and a whole nother noise is coming from it now.

does anyone else have this problem in their room?

To put this lightly, sleeping in the same bed as a..another male is really odd. Specifically when said male is your best friend and has a habit of kicking the blankets off of the bed.

With that said, I think I've dealt with my weird of the week.

Okay..maybe not.

Will? You out there somewhere? Are you all right?

I would like for someone to explain to me, please, how it is that I got led from Forks all the way to Los Angeles. And, furthermore, how, somewhere along the line, I managed to miss the fact that the trail I was following was headed east...not south. And, in addition to this, how I managed to miss that Bella has been missing for a few weeks.

So now my job is to find Bella and... Has anyone seen a girl about five feet or so...walking disaster, gets in a lot of trouble? She's a monster magnet? Goes by Bella?