Ioana M., a sixth grader, writes:

I breathed and let out a heavy sob.  I clutched Isabelle’s arm harder and harder as I heard Edward Cullen’s voice ring through the movie theater.  “Bella, I don’t want you,”  Edward had said.  I let tears slide down my cheeks.  I clutched Isabelle’s arm while saying, “No, no, no, no.  Edward, don’t leave.”

This was my break down moment.  It was the New Moon premiere.  Even though I knew Edward was coming back, I still couldn’t help but cry, his acting sounded so real and some movies twist around what happens in books.  So, as it turns out, he did come back.

The night started out with me adjusting my clothes and jewelry in front of a mirror for almost two hours.  Then Alexandra came and picked me up.  When we couldn’t find a parking entrance we got out of the car and ran around the theater, circling it for a movie entrance.

Along with finding an entrance, we got some shameful glares.  We went to a short line and showed the bouncers our passes.  We got to the theater only to find the place packed.

We wanted to sit together but it seemed impossible.  We finally found three seats in the back.  When we raised up the armrests, we could all fit in except one person (there were five people).

We still had time to kill.  We wandered around the theater causing trouble, getting snacks, and guy-scoping.  When the movie came on my heart lurched into over-drive.  The music was beautifully eerie and enchanting at the same time.

I took in my breath as Bella fell backwards against plates.  I felt my eyes get wet when their relationship started to slowly decline and dissolve, to the day when he took her out to the forest.

He slowly stopped, facing Bella.  He put on a haunting white face.  I clutched Isabelle’s arm, anticipating the moment.  My eyes already filled with salty tears.  My breathing hitched.  He then said words that pushed me off the edge.

I looked down at Isabelle’s arm; I didn’t want to see the heartbreak on her face.  Bella fought against his idea, saying she could move with him and his family.  I pressed my hands against my ears.  I didn’t think I could handle him saying he didn’t want her.  I cried harder when I heard his amplified voice seep through closed fists.  I dropped my fists and went to clutch Isabelle’s arm again.

My thoughts were hazy, my vision blurred, and my ears seemed like they were stuffed with cotton balls.  My throat closed up on me and I patted my face to take the tears away.

I only cried again when Bella stopped Edward from suicide.

When I look back on my break down moment, I don’t regret a thing, not even when my voice kind of rose, and I found myself half-screaming at the screen.