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go into this page, it has the whole chapter of breaking dawn!.!.!.
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I think you can only find it in the special edition of eclipse!. Wish I could help find one online, but I haven't found it yet!.

Seth Meyer said that they couldn't post it on Stephanie's website because it would cause copy right issues, but they might release it the week before the actual book is released!. So other than that, you'll have to go read it in the eclipse special addition!. Some people might give you websites to read it on, but a lot of the time, those can just be fan fiction ( when people make up their own version of the 1st chapter!.) I read one once, thinking it was the real thing, and it DID NOT sound like stephanie's work, and the events in the chapter were not good, and I started to get really mad because of how bad it was, and then finally I realized it wasn't the real thing! I was SO releived!. lol, so you gotta be careful!.

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It's in the Special Edition of Eclipse!.

Stephenie Meyers website-
June 2, 2008
"One last reminder about the first chapter of Breaking Dawn: we do not have permission to post it on our site!. It is copyrighted material and it would be illegal to put it on our site!. We are hopeful that the publishing company will give us permission to post it about a week before the release of Breaking Dawn in August!."-Seth

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1!.Engaged
Non one is staring at you, I promised myself!. No one is staring at you!. No one is staring at you!. But, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check!.
As I sat waiting for the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right - in her
minivan, Mrs!. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction!. Her eyes bored into mine, and i
flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed!. It was still considered
rude to stare at people, wasn't it!? Didn't that apply to me anymore!?
Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it
was even me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking!. I tried to take some comfort in the fact
that she wasn't really staring at me, just the car!.
My car!. Sigh!.
I glanced to the left and groaned!. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their
chance to cross as they stared!. Behind them, Mr!. Marshall was gawking through the plate glass
window of his little souvenir shop!. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass!. Yet!.
The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking -
the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving!.
Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into
the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine!.
"Arg!" I gasped as I fumbled for the brake!. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal!. The car
lurched to an absolute standstill anyway!.
I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction!. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving
this car before, it was gone now!. With the toe of my shoe, i gently nudged the gas pedal down one
half millimeter, and the car shot forward again!.
I managed to reach my goal, the gas station!. If I hadn't been running on vapors, I wouldn't have
come into town at all!. I was going without a lot of things these days, like !.!.!. (!?) and shoelaces, to
avoid spending time in public!.
Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in
the tank within seconds!. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the
gauge pick up the pace!. They !.!. (!?) by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to angry me!.
It wasn't bright out – a typical drizzly day in Forks, Washington – but I still felt like a spotlight was
trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand!. At times like this, sensing
the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me!.
It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that!. Besides my dad and mom, did it really
matter what people were saying about my engagement!? About my new car!? About my mysterious
acceptance into an Ivy League college!? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hit in my
back pocket right now!?
“Yeah, who cares what they think,” I muttered under my breath!.
“Um, miss!?” a man's voice called!.
I tuned, and then wished I hadn't!.
Two men stood beside a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied on top!. Neither of them was
looking at me; they both were staring at the car!.
Personally, I didn't get it!. But them, I was just proud I could distinguish between the symbols for
Toyota, Ford and Chevy!. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to
me!.
“I'm sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you're driving!?” the tall one
asked!.
“Um, a Mercedes, right!?”
“Yes,” the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer!. “I know!. But I was
wondering, is that!.!.!. are you driving a Mercedes Guardian!?” The man said the name with
reverence!. I had a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward, my!.!.!. my fiancé (there really
was no getting around that truth with the wedding just days away)!. “They aren't supposed to be
available in Europe yet,” the man went on, “let alone here!.”
While his eyes traced the contours of my car – it didn't look much different from any other
Mercedes sedan to me, but what did I know!? - I briefly contemplated my issues with words like
fiancé, wedding, husband, etc!.
I just couldn't put it together in my head!.
On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and
bouquets!. But more than that, I just couldn't reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like
husband with my concept of Edward!. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn't
visualize him in any commonplace role!.
Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up in a dizzy spin of fantasies!.
The stranger had to clear his throat to get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about
the car's make and model!.
“I don't know,” I told him honestly!.
“Do you mind if I take a picture with it!?”
It took me a second to process that!. “Really!? You want to take a picture with the car!?”
“Sure – nobody is going to believe me if I don't get proof!.”
“Um!. Okay!. Fine!.”
I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide while the enthusiast dug a huge
professional-looking camera out of his backpack!. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood,
and then they went to take pictures at the back end!.
“I miss my truck,” I whimpered to myself!.
Very, very convenient – too convenient – that my truck would wheeze it's last wheeze just weeks
after Edward and I had agreed to our lopsided compromise, one detail of which was that he'd be
allowed to replace my truck when it passed on!. Edward swore it was only to be expected, my
truck had lived a long, full life and then expired of natural causes!. According to him!. And, of
course, I had no way to verify his story or to try to raise my truck from the dead on my own!. My
favorite mechanic – I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion!. Instead, I
listened to the men's voice outside, muted my the car walls!.
“!.!.!.went at it with a flame thrower in the online video!. Didn't even pucker the paint!.”
“Of course not!. You could roll a tank over this baby!. Not much of a market for one over here!.
Designed for Middle East diplomats, arms dealers, and drug lords mostly!.”
“Think she's something!?” the short one asked in a softer voice!. I ducked my head!.
“Huh,” the tall one said, “Maybe!. Can't imagine what you'd need missle-proof glass and four
thousand pounds of body armor for around here!. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous!.”
Body armor!. Four thousand pounds of body armor!. And missle-proof glass!? Nice!. What happened
to good old-fashioned bulletproof!?
Well, at least this made some sense – if you had a twisted sense of humor!.
It wasn't like I hadn't expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so
that he could give so much more than he would receive!. I'd agreed that he could replace my truck
when it needed replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of course!. When I'd
been forced to admit that the truck had become no more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevys
on my curb, I knew his idea of replacement was probably going to embarrass me!. Make me focus
of stares and whispers!. I'd been right about that part!. But even in my darkest imaginings I had not
foreseen that he would get me two cars!.
The “before” car!. He'd told me it was a loaner and promised that he was returning it after the
wedding!. It all had made absolutely no sense to me!.
Until now!.
Ha ha!. Because I was so fragilely human, so accident prone, so much a victim to my own
dangerous bad luck, apparently I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe!. Hilarious!. I was sure
he and his brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back!.
Or maybe, just maybe, a small voice whispered in my head, it's not a joke, silly!. Maybe he's really
that worried about you!. This wouldn't be the first time he's gone a little overboard trying to
protect me!.
I sighed!.
I hadn't seen the “after” car yet!. It was hidden under a sheet in the deepest corner of the Cullns
garage!. I knew most people would have peeked by now, but I really didn't want to know!.
Probably no body armor on that car – because I wouldn't need it after the honeymoon!. Virtual
indestructibility was just one of the many perks I was looking forward to!. The best parts about
being a Cullen were not expensive cars and impressive credit cards!.
“hey,” the tall man called, cupping his hands to the glass in an effort to peer in, “We're done now!.
Thanks a lot!”
“You're welcome,” I called back, and then tensed as I started the engine and eased the pedal – ever
so gently – down!. !.!.
No matter how many times I drove down the familiar road toward home, I still couldn't make the
rain- washed flyers fade into the background!. Each one of them, stapled to telephone poles and
taped to street signs, was like a fresh slap in the face!. A well-deserved slap in the face!.
My mind was sucked back into the thought!. I'd interrupted so immediately before!. I couldn't
avoid it on this road!. Not with pictures of my favorite mechanic flashing past me at regular
intervals!.
My best friend!. My Jacob!.The HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY!? Posters were not Jacob's father's idea!. It had been my father,
Charlie, who'd printed up the flyers and spread them all over town!. And not just Forks, but Port
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This is exactly it, I verified it with my special edition of Eclipse!.
another thing, you shouldn't be so harsh on people like that!.
They say they're fans, let them be!.
It's also possible to say that you aren't a fan, because you weren't able to find the full first chapter, when it was online!.
So yeah, just be nice!.

have fun with the first chapter!
I want to add that I was expecting something a bit more, but then again, it's only the first chapter!.







"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things!.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies!."

- Edna St!.Vincent Millay


PREFACE

I'D HAD MORE THAN MY FAIR SHARE OF NEAR DEATH experiences, it wasn't something you ever really got used to!.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again!. Like I really was marked for disaster!. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me!.
Still, this time was so different from the others!.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated!. All my reactions were geared toward those kind of killers - the monsters, the enemies!.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options!. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one!? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it!?
If it was someone you truly loved!?


1!. ENGAGED

NO ONE IS STARING AT YOU, I PROMISED MYSELF!. NO ONE is staring at you!. No one is staring at you!.
But, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check!.
As I sat waiting for the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right - in her minivan, Mrs!. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction!. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed!. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it!? Didn't that apply to me anymore!?
Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking!. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn't really staring at me, just the car!.
My car!. Sigh!.
I glanced to the left and groaned!. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared!. Behind them, Mr!. Marshall was gawking through the plate glass window of his little souvenir shop!. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass!. Yet!.
The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking - the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving!.
Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine!.
"Argh!' I gasped as I fumbled for the brake!. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal!. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway!.
I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction!. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was gone now!. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again!.
I managed to reach my goal, the gas station!. If I hadn't been running on vapors, I wouldn't have come into town at all!. I was going without a lot of things these days, like!.!.!.(!?) and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public!.
Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds!. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge pick up the pace!. They!.!.!. (!?) by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to anger me!.
It wasn't bright out – a typical drizzly day in Forks, Washington – but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand!. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me!.
It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that!. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matter what people were saying about my engagement!? About my new car!? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college!? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hit in my back pocket right now!?
“Yeah, who cares what they think”!. I muttered under my breath!.
“Um, miss!?” a man's voice called!.
I turned, and then wished I hadn't!.
Two men stood beside a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied on top!. Neither of them was looking at me; they both were staring at the car!.
Personally, I didn't get it!. But then, I was just proud I could distinguish between the symbols for Toyota, Ford and Chevy!. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me!.
“I'm sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you're driving!?” the tall one asked!.
“Um, a Mercedes, right!?”
“Yes,” the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer!. “I know!. But I was wondering, is that!.!.!. are you driving a Mercedes Guardian!?” The man said the name with reverence!. I had a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward, my!.!.!. my fiancé (there really was no getting around that truth with the wedding just days away)!. “They aren't supposed to be available in Europe yet,” the man went on, “let alone here!.”
While his eyes traced the contours of my car – it didn't look much different from any other Mercedes sedan to me, but what did I know!? - I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiancé, wedding, husband, etc!.
I just couldn't put it together in my head!.
On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets!. But more than that, I just couldn't reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward!. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn't visualize him in any commonplace role!.
Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up in a dizzy spin of fantasies!. The stranger had to clear his throat to get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about the car's make and model!.
“I don't know,” I told him honestly!.
“Do you mind if I take a picture with it!?”
It took me a second to process that!. “Really!? You want to take a picture with the car!?”
“Sure – nobody is going to believe me if I don't get proof!.”
“Um!. Okay!. Fine!.”
I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide while the enthusiast dug a huge professional-looking camera out of his backpack!. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood, and then they went to take pictures at the back end!.
“I miss my truck,” I whimpered to myself!.
Very, very convenient – too convenient – that my truck would wheeze it's last wheeze just weeks after Edward and I had agreed to our lopsided compromise, one detail of which was that he'd be allowed to replace my truck when it passed on!. Edward swore it was only to be expected, my truck had lived a long, full life and then expired of natural causes!. According to him!. And, of course, I had no way to verify his story or to try to raise my truck from the dead on my own!. My favorite mechanic – I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion!. Instead, I listened to the men's voice outside, muted by the car walls!.
“!.!.!.went at it with a flame thrower in the online video!. Didn't even pucker the paint!.”
“Of course not!. You could roll a tank over this baby!. Not much of a market for one over here!. Designed for Middle East diplomats, arms dealers, and drug lords mostly!.”
“Think she's something!?” the short one asked in a softer voice!. I ducked my head!.
“Huh”!. the tall one said!. “Maybe!. Can't imagine what you'd need missle-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for around here!. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous!.”
Body armor!. Four thousand pounds of body armor!. And missle-proof glass!? Nice!. What happened to good old-fashioned bulletproof!?
Well, at least this made some sense – if you had a twisted sense of humor!.
It wasn't like I hadn't expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so that he could give so much more than he would receive!. I'd agreed that he could replace my truck when it needed replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of course!. When I'd been forced to admit that the truck had become no more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevys on my curb, I knew his idea of replacement was probably going to embarrass me!. Make me focus of stares and whispers!. I'd been right about that part!. But even in my darkest imaginings I had not foreseen that he would get me two cars!.
The “before” car!. He'd told me it was a loaner and promised that he was returning it after the wedding!. It all had made absolutely no sense to me!.
Until now!.
Ha ha!. Because I was so fragilely human, so accident prone, so much a victim to my own dangerous bad luck, apparently I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe!. Hilarious!. I was sure he and his brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back!.
Or maybe, just maybe, a small voice whispered in my head, it's not a joke, silly!. Maybe he's really that worried about you!. This wouldn't be the first time he's gone a little overboard trying to protect me!.
I sighed!.
I hadn't seen the “after” car yet!. It was hidden under a sheet in the deepest corner of the Cullens garage!. I knew most people would have peeked by now, but I really didn't want to know!.
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