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    Story Of Mayella Cullen

    Standing, she rushed out the door onto the porch and started waving. In few minutes Jasper was on the porch, his eyes glued to my aunts face as she apologized.

    "I'm terribly sorry Jasper baby." She giggled, leaning up and kissing him on the lips. "You should, I thought that maybe a killer was in here waiting, when you didn't show up…" He trailed off. Alice snorted, "Yeah, way to jump to conclusions Jasp." He smiled, leaning down and kissing her for one long moment. Standing he looked at me and smiled, "Heya kiddo." He chuckled. Throwing myself from my chair, I ran at him and threw my arms around him.

    "Aunt Alice told me about the wolf JB!" I smiled looking up at him. His face turned to a shocked, then faded to another smile. "Did she now?" He looked at her and winked. "Do you think that if he doesn't hurt anyone and he comes back, can I keep him?"

    He was just about to say something when my father simply barked, "No." I whirled around to see him wearing a white button up shirt, the front undone, exposing his chest and stomach. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, leaning against the doorway.

    I gave him a sour face, sticking my tongue out at him. "You know how I feel about those wolves." He grunted, stepping away from the opening. "Yeah, and you know how me and mom I feel about them." I retorted, puffing my bottom lip out slightly pouting.

    Stopping about 5 feet away, he looked at me and sighed.

    We all sat quietly. My father must have sighed about 80 times. He was thinking, deeply he was thinking. I puffed my bottom lip out farther, milking it. I forced out a couple, makeshift tears. I know this would get him.

    A sharp gasp escaped his lips the moment one of the tears hit my jawbone. "Are…ARGH! Don't cry!" He growled gently. More tears fell. Everyone was looking at him with a look of disappointment.

    Grunting, he let out a large enthusiastic sigh. "We are not getting a wolf!" He hollered, My mother stepped forward "Edward!" He threw his hand up to stop her from going on, "Let…me finish."

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