So, here it is! This is Mean Girls prologue! I hope you like it, read on!

Prologue

Bella Swan, Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon had been best friends since they could remember. They had met when Bella had moved here with her family when she was five and when Rosalie had moved into town that same year. Alice had always lived there with her family.

They had gotten along so well thanks to their similar pasts. All of them had a lot of money and a lot of family issues.

Charlie Swan was the owner of a legal agency that had different offices around the U.S and Renee Swan was a lawyer working in that company which meant that they had a lot of money on their hands and almost no time for anything else, which meant that Bella had practically been raised by her numerous nannies that she had throughout her life. Her parents were never home, always away on business trips and leaving their daughter at home, which meant that Bella never had a loving family at all and the way that her parents made it up to her was by giving her toys and money, which meant that she had grown up to be a spoilt brat.

Since she was never home, Bella hadn't really hurt much when her mother died in a car accident and didn't really feel any different about it. It's not like you can miss someone who was never around in the first place.

Ronald Hale was owner of a huge company in L.A, which meant that he was never around. You might think that even though her father was gone, she still had her mother, well, she didn't. Her mother wasn't a very nice woman, always hated Rosalie for the fact that she had ruined her figure and later on, she hated the fact that Rosalie was much more beautiful than she was. Lillian Hale was a cold hearted bitch and Rosalie had grown to hate her, always talking back to her and never obeying her.

"She's not a mother to me; she has no say in my life." Rosalie would say.

Rosalie loved her father and cherished every single minute she had with him. She was daddy's little girl which meant that she was showered in presents and money.

Thomas Brandon had a modeling agency in Seattle that required almost every moment of his time, which meant that little Alice had grown up in a home with no father and a drunk mother who always had a new boyfriend every month. Rebecca Brandon had basically taught her daughter that men had no true value what so ever and that there was no point in just sticking with one when you could have all you wanted.

All of them had a way of getting all the rage they had in them out of their system. Bella played the guitar (electric and acoustic), Rosalie was a cheerleader and kick – boxed on the weekends and Alice shopped. It worked for them, so they didn't protest as much.

The three of them were the top bitches of Forks. Everyone respected and feared them. They had all the money and were on top of the social ladder. They were stuck up, spoilt bitches that didn't believe in love or anything other than what they had. In their life, all you needed to be happy was money, and since no one had ever showed them other wise, they believed it. They were incapable of change and everyone knew that.

Or were they?

So? What'cha think? There are more chapters waiting to be uploaded so I would love to see what you think of this little sneek peak!

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