Rosalie POV

A blank page. That is what I have been staring at for the last 45 minutes in my English class. My pen is poised in my hand, ready to write something, anything even, but the words just won't come. I look around at the rest of the class, even if they are not writing at this precise moment in time everyone has written at least a page. Bella Swan, who sits at the desk next to me, has written five. I look back to the board, thinking that maybe if I re-read the essay title it will magically click into place in my mind. It's a futile thought, and after spending another five minutes just looking at the words I give up.

It's not that I'm stupid, or that I have learning difficulties or anything. It's just that there are some people, like Bella Swan, who are naturally smart. They work out math problems in their head, they can do science experiments without having to ask the teacher for help and they can name all the oceans in the world. Then there are people like me, who don't know their times tables, have difficulty spelling and don't know where Chile is. I used to try extremely hard at school, checking and re-checking essay's, doing extra research and testing myself all the time. But when your grades never go above a C you find yourself thinking; 'What's the point in even trying if it never gets me anywhere?' I pay attention in class and I do the homework that's set, but I have just accepted that I will never be a 'smart' person.

The bell goes then and I stuff my blank piece of paper in my bag before anyone can see it. The essay is due tomorrow so I will have to spend tonight churning out something average. I sighed as I swung my bag onto my shoulder, guess I won't be working on my car tonight. I swiftly manoeuvre my way out of the classroom, I don't want to stay in that torture chamber for another second, and make my way to the cafeteria.

I grab a tray and join the queue for food, judging by the odour it seems that pizza is on the menu today. Grabbing a bottle of lemonade and placing it on my tray I think about how sad it is that school is the only place I really get to eat what I want. You see, I'm a good height; not too short and not freakishly tall. I have shiny healthy natural blonde hair, which waves gently to the middle of my back. And my eyes are pretty cool, a piercing shade of blue. But my parents don't see any of this, instead they are fixated on my weight. I am a girl with curves, big boobs and a voluptuous bum, but to my parents I am too chubby. I went through a phase of hating how I looked, wearing baggy clothes and never going out. But once I embraced my curves more and found myself getting some male attention I realised my figure was attractive, more than that even, sexy. I refuse to let my parents jibes about my weight get me down, I know that even if I was a size zero I wouldn't be good enough for them.

'Cute shoes'. I looked up from putting a slice on pizza on my tray to see Alice Cullen smiling at me. 'Thanks' I said returning the smile. I had chosen to wear my new pale pink coloured high heels this morning, knowing that they would go great with my skinny grey jeans and a deep purple top. 'I got them at Nordstorm'. We had reached the end of the line now, as Alice paid for her food she said 'I'll have go and get myself a pair, I could use the extra height' she laughed then departed for her table. I paid for my own lunch and then went in the opposite direction to sit at my usual table.

'Hi' I said to Sam as I sat down opposite her. Sam's a nice girl but people tend to avoid her due to her outspoken attitude, which sometimes comes across as rude without her intending too. You see Sam is an environmentalist and a feminist and pretty much any other 'ist' you can think of. Most lunchtimes are generally spent with her ranting about consumerism or oil spills. But she was the only friend I had at Forks High School so I pretended I knew what a greenhouse gas is and never told her how much I loved to drive. 'Hello' she replied, she was holding her sandwich in one hand and a pen in the other, she was obviously working on her latest protest mission. 'I would chat to you, but I'm busy writing up a petition to try and get girls not to wear make-up to the prom.'

'Uh-huh' I said taking a bite of my pizza and deciding not to mention that the chances of getting the looks obsessed girls at this school to not wear make-up were slim to none. 'Do you know the percentage of make-up products that are tested on animals?' Sam asked pushing her glasses further up her nose with the hand that was holding the sandwich, resulting in jam on her face. I swallowed my bite then said 'Can't say I do' and handed her a napkin. Sam shook her head in disapproval but took the napkin and then continued to work on her petition. I smiled at her antics then looked around at the rest of the cafeteria.

At the table in the furthest corner of the cafeteria Alice Cullen was chatting animatedly to her boyfriend Jasper Whitlock. I thought back to her earlier comment about my shoes, and smiled. Everyone knew that Alice was the fashionista of the school, she always had the best clothes and it wasn't unusual to see her holding the latest Chanel bag. So I took it as a huge compliment that she would like what I was wearing. Naturally as the boyfriend of such a fashion conscious girl Jasper was also well dressed. There was only one word to describe Jasper; cool. Nothing seemed to phase him and he was always calm and collected. My eyes fell next on Edward Cullen, aka the school heartthrob. Every girl in the school is either madly in love with him, fancied him at one point in time or at least thought about him in an inappropriate way. I was sure even Sam liked him, even though she lectures me at least once a week on male oppression. But all the girls are all wasting their time, as he is besotted with Bella Swan. By what I can see from across the room right now he seems to be reading to her from a book, figures that they would be together, being the smartest people in school and all.

At that moment the third Cullen arrived through the cafeteria doors. I tried to smother the feelings that started to bubble up inside me but failed miserably. My heart skipped a beat, as it did every time I saw him. Emmett walked confidently and despite his size very gracefully. It must be all the sports he does, name any sport and chances are he played it. You would think that someone so tall and muscular would be scary but Emmett always has a smile on his face. Right now however that spectacular smile of his is directed at someone else, someone who is throwing their bottle blonde head of hair back in fake laughter. Someone who also happens to share my DNA. I can't look at them anymore, I look down at the table letting my hair fall around me. Melanie is two years younger than I am, but at home she acts like she's the older sister. At school we don't even acknowledge each other.

I've liked Emmett since the first time I met him, but I was still in my awkward and gawky stage so I never got up the courage to speak to him. Then when school started again after the summer and I started feeling more confident, I vowed to get to know him. But that was also the year that my sister joined the school, she's a cheerleader and they met after a football game one night.

After school I made my way to the parking lot, and towards my baby. Cars are my hobby, I love working on them. It's just a pity that Mechanics isn't a course at school because I am pretty sure that is one class I would ace, and actually enjoy. It's a good thing I know how to fix cars because my baby can be pretty temperamental. I can't afford a new car so I settled instead for an old red convertible mustang. Only calling it a convertible is a bit of a fib as at the moment the roof doesn't come down, but I'm working on it. It's my project and when I'm done she's gonna run great. As I get in I see Melanie drive past in her new VW beetle, it was gift from our parents for her excellent report card. I focus on putting the key in the ignition so I don't see who's in the passenger seat.

Seeing them at school is bad, but being near them at home is even worse. So I drive to the local coffee shop to finish, I mean start, my essay. Out of the pressure of the classroom environment I manage to write a page, but I don't bother to re-check it, I've lost faith in trying anymore. I sit back in my chair and finish my coffee, at the other end of the shop there's a young couple. They're sitting close together and laughing with one another. I sigh heavily and look away, it's not like I haven't tried to get over him. I've been on dates with other guys and tried having a boyfriend, but none of them work out because I know I'm still hung up on someone else.

Looking at my watch I decide I've given them more than enough time, he should be long gone by now, so I decide to head home.

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