Disclaimer all rights to Stephanie Meyer I do not own Twilight.
This is my first story onto FanFiction, I've been an avid reader and have finally booked up the courage to do so. Review would be appreciated and no flames please but constructive criticism. Enjoy from the Mad Hatrett.
Prologue
I never noticed the how ironic the phrase 'killer heels' is. I mean obviously I've been victim of their doings resulting in crowds of laughter in the school yard surrounding you. Fingers and talons from the girls who seem to think you're lower than them pointing at you, mocking you, and due to my gift of being able to trip over flat flooring that particular activity is basically routine. Or the gift to make curbs and pavements look like fifth suicidal cliffs, waiting for you to fall that little bit more into your own mind. But death by heels was something id never considered, my distaste of the wretched things was carefully placed, so why would I?
