AN: Okay, so this is actually a repost of the Preface becuase I just not realized that I had posted the wrong one. Sorry, my mistake. But here is the real one.

So this was just a story idea that I had came up with. I hope you all enjoy it and I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that I may have.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that this is not necessary considering that this is but I will put it anyways. Twilight does not belong to me but this plot on the other hand does. So please don't try to steal my work. Its hurtful and mean.

Preface

Sometimes you think you know everything about a person. Their likes and dislikes, the type of music they enjoy listening to and what type of clothes they like to wear. Their hopes and fears in life and what they want to be when they grow up. You know all the things that make them laugh and jump for joy and the ones that really piss them off to the point where they want to punch a hole in the wall. You know all of their secrets, secrets they wouldn't tell anybody. Not a single soul, yet, they always seem to spill their heart out to you. You are the closest person to them and you thought that always would be. You two would do anything for each other, and stay by each other's side through thick and thin because that's what best friends do. But then...

But then they change.

She changed.

Isabella Swan changed.

And I never saw it coming.

You see, Bella and I have been best friends ever since the second grade when she had moved to Forks to live with her dad, Chief Swan. I could tell right away that we had something in common. She was quiet, shy and an outcast just like me. No one would play with her just because little kids can be cruel like that. I remembered how she would sit alone at recess because no one wanted to play with her since she was the "new girl". That didn't matter to me though. It didn't matter that she was the new girl because she was sweet and kind and liked reading books as much as I did. So I became friends with her and from then on we were inseparable. Always sitting together in class and having sleep over's on the weekends. I finally had somebody and it felt fantastic.

For the rest of elementary school we were each others best friend and rock. We would stand up for each other when someone wanted to tease us, calling us "nerds" and what not, but it never got to us because we had each other. It was all that mattered to me and I thought it mattered to her too.

It was the same way during middle school, us being attached at the hip and handling everything and everybody that came our way. Most people thought we were dating which I wouldn't have minded at all. Bella was pretty, beautiful actually. She had these gorgeous chocolate colored eyes and wavy brown hair that flowed down her back. I sometimes wondered why she associated with me- the boy with the giant glasses, acne, and braces- when she could easily be considered one of the popular kids. Apparently she thought so too because it all changed in the eighth grade.

There was this group of kids, most would consider them to be popular but I thought they were just Class A assholes. This consisted of Emmet McCarthy, Rosalie and Jasper Hale, Mike Newton, Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory. One other person who hangs out with them is Alice Brandon but she was never an active participant in the teasing, she just stood by and watched. Every chance they got they would spend it tormenting us, but the only one they would get any type of physical with was me. Whether it was shoving me into a locker or tripping in the hallway but I was ok with that. I would rather they do it to me than to Bella. I would have done anything for her.

As the days of eight grade went on, I noticed that she was getting closer and closer to Rosalie and Jessica and spending less time with me. This had confused me to no end since these were the same girls who would talk about her non-stop. If it wasn't her hair then it was her clothes and if it wasn't her clothes then it was her shoes. But Bella said that she had a class with them and they gave her pointer on how to dress and do her make-up. She wouldn't hang out with me on some days just so she could go shopping with them. At first I though she just wanted some girl time and I was cool with that but I later noticed that she was starting to avoid me all together.

And that hurt badly.

She didn't sit with me at lunch anymore and stopped coming to my house after school to do homework. I noticed that after she had stopped talking to me that the teasing from the "popular" kids got worse. They became more physical with their teasing and Bella wouldn't do anything about it. She would just stand and watch. Then the standing and watching turned into laughing which turned into joining in on it. I didn't know who she was anymore and I didn't want to. She was becoming a monster, just like them.

I cried myself to sleep every night.

It went like this for the rest of middle school and when summer time came I couldn't be happier. I just wanted to forget all of this ever happened, I wanted to forget her. I was nobody to her even though we used to be best friends. She used to be everything to me.

My best friend.

My rock.

My first love.

And she dumped me like I was a worthless piece of shit, hell, maybe I was.

When my first year of high school had started things had gotten worse. Bella was nothing like her old self at all. In fact, she was a cold and heartless bitch. From what it looked liked, she and Mike had gotten together over the summer and they took every chance they could to show it. They really put the meaning in PDA and every time it broke me down even more.

I stayed to myself most of the time. I talked to a few people but I would never really consider them to be friends. I had no friends. I guess people like me didn't deserve friends. I don't know why but it just felt that way, it had been for a long time.

The bullying had gotten worse too. Emmet had gained a whole lot of muscle over the summer which meant a whole lot of hell for me. He took it upon himself to punch me in the gut every chance he got and sometime Mike and Jasper would join in on the so called "fun". Still, all Isabella did was laugh and walk away on Mike's arm.

Luckily for me it was never more than that. They never really got too physical with me. Maybe they were too scared to and thought they would get caught, which would serve them right. They knew as much as I did that the hell they gave me was for no reason. Or maybe there was a reason and I was just blind to it because it would be really messed up if they just fucked with me for their own enjoyment. It would be much easier to accept the torment if I knew I had done something to deserve it.

My Mimi always told me that there is good in everybody, that you just have to look for it. Well, I looked for it and I only came to one conclusion. Mimi was fucking delusional. Maybe she was high when she told me that because there is nothing good about people who hurt others for their own amusement.

The rest of my freshman year went this way and I couldn't have been more relieved when summer came. For two months I didn't have to worry about bullies and ex-best friends. I was safe, happy, and free.

Then school had to start again, and this time it was worse. The teasing got worse, the remarks becoming more vulgar and hurtful every day. Sometimes Isabella would join and other times she would just laugh on the sidelines as always. The guys had become more physical too. Pushing me around as if I was some type of human ball and jamming into lockers. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without being bothered.

It was all becoming too much. I had tried to find ways to handle the pain in my own way but they were all failed attempts. Nothing I did seemed to work.

And then that one unfortunate day had changed everything. It pushed me over the edge and I had to leave that horrible school. I had to leave and never come back.

But I did come back. After a year of being homeschooled I came back to the place I considered to be my own personal hell.

Nothing was going to stop me this time.

So that was the preface. Please do not be afraid to review and tell me what you think. I need to know whether or not people like this story so I could update faster, or at all.