I do not own Twilight

I stared into the mirror, disgusted at my own face. Burns crept all along my skin, just barely stopping at my hairline. They weren't just on my face either; they were all along my body, yet only on the right side. My only redeeming quality was my hair, which was bleach blond and to the bottom of my back. I was stick thin, and before the fire, I had looked lovely. I had lots of friends, and of course boyfriends. But that was all in the past now, I was ugly and emotionally damaged.

I stopped judging myself for a moment so that I could grab the blue silk scarf that was on the counter behind me. It was a light baby blue and was easily as tall as I was. I wrapped it around my neck and head until the only thing you could see was my eyes and hair. I usually wouldn't even bother, but today some boys from the reservation I lived on were coming over to repair some damages made to the house. I slipped on some leather gloves that went up to mid arm and some light blue jeans and a long sleeved, baggy shirt.

I finished just in time because I heard the doorbell ring. When I opened the door I was not prepared for what I saw, standing outside my door were 8 ginormous, muscled, andsexy men I had ever seen.