I Hate Twilight – 3

I sprang from my bed instantaneously, searching for hidden cameras, but found none. So I trudged down stairs to the kitchen for something to eat.
“Ah, Phoebe, here you are.”
I looked down at the spaghetti in front of me. I mumbled thanks, and began eating.
“Now Phoebe, you start school tomorrow therefore I have been next-door, and their son is happy to drop you off and show you around.”
“OK, who is it?”
“Oh, his name is Edward, Edward Cullen.”
I almost choked. “No, I think I’ll walk; I need the exercise,” I replied, not looking at my so-called foster mother. After I had finished eating, I went back upstairs to collect my camera. I walked back into the kitchen to were my foster mum—whose name I later learnt was Marie—was washing the dishes.
“Hey, I’m going to take the car for a bit, OK?” I asked.
“Sure, just be safe,” she consented.
I grabbed the keys from the side and walked out of the front door making sure I had my phone with me. I got into the car and drove down to LaPush. I parked at the beach and started to take photos of anything and everything.
I saw a couple walking across the beach, so I went up to them.
“Uhm, excuse me, but would you mind if I took a photograph of the two of you walking down the beach, please? You can both have a copy as well.”
“Alright,” said the girl.
“Thanks. So can you go over there, and just stroll as you naturally would, just pretend that I’m not here.”
The couple walked over to where I’d pointed. They started walking, when the man stopped and wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist, lifting her up and twirling her around, while she laughed. So I took a snap.
They carried on down the beach, swaying their arms around. I took another.
When they reached the point where I had asked them to stop, the man bent down and lovingly kissed the girl’s lips. I took another photo. I walked over to them.
“Hey thanks, I’m Phoebe. Do you want me to give you my address so I can give you the copies?”
They bot nodded their hands and gave me their address, smiling at each other. Once they had left, I drove back home.
“Phoebe, is that you?”
“Well, who else is it going to be?”
“What were you doing?” she asked as I walked into the kitchen.
“Do you sleep in here, too?”
“Ha-ha, very funny. Just answer me.”
“OK, OK, I went down to LaPush and took some photographs.”
“Oh. Of what?”
“Well, I saw a couple and asked if I could take some photos of them walking down the beach. What to see?”
With an answering nod, we went to my room, I sat at my computer plugging my camera in and uploading the images. I pulled them up and Marie gasped in shock.
“Wow, these are really good,” she complimented.
“Thanks. I need to print off some copies for the couple,” I said with a yawn. I looked at my clock, not knowing just how long I had been out for.
Upon seeing it was ten, I got changed, brushed my teeth and hair, and then went to bed. But before I went to sleep, I had the strangest feeling I was being watched.