I felt like writing today... enjoy!!!

It was about time for me to get writing again... and what better Fan Fiction to make than one about Twilight?!?!?! Since everyone's so crazy about it... I felt like making a bit of a parody.

The alarm went off.

I opened my eyes suddenly and jolted up. I turned to the alarm and smacked it.

"Damned thing... can go fuck itself..." I mumbled.

"Now, that language is not appreciated in this household," a voice said. My mom. Such a control freak. "Since you're finally awake, could you please get ready for school? I'm going to be late again if I have to drive you and I don't want to disappoint Dr. Cullen."

I sighed and picked myself up out of bed. You see, my mom's a nurse and works with Dr. Cullen. She divorced my dad when I was just a baby and now we have no idea where he is, but I really couldn't care less. Ever since she started working as a nurse, she won't shut up about the "beautiful" Dr. Cullen. Honestly, the guy looks like he wears makeup. And he's married. I guess my mother is just an idiot.

I stood in front of the mirror. Wow, did I look awful. My brown pixie was frizzed-out and the bags under my eyes seemed to increase with the homework my math teacher gave me. I put on my T-Shirt, Jeans, and sneakers. Another look in the mirror... wonderful, I look tired.

As my mom dropped me off at school, I took a deep breath. Another day at this stupid place. Forks High School... if there was any annoying cliché you wanted to find, you'd find it here.

Walking through the hallways... the same stares and scoffs from the same preppy bitches. The stupid, athletic men generally tried to avoid me and I didn't mind it in the least. I finally made it through the sea of stupidity and got to my first class: English.

I sat next to the wonderfully famous Edward Cullen... and, I'll admit... he's gorgeous. But he never dates anybody, he dresses amazingly, and he uses more hair product than my mom.

Homosexual? I think so.

"Hello, Eliza," Edward whispered to me.

"Hi, Edward," I replied monotonously.

"Did you do your homework?" he asked.

"Yes, I did."

"Wou--"

"No, I will not let you borrow it."

"But..."

"Do your own homework. You're smart."

I laughed to myself. If that wasn't a lie, I don't know what was.

You see, Edward isn't what you would call "intelligent". Yes, he knows the facts, but in the real world, he'd probably piss in his pants and marry the first gay boy he meets.

"I wouldn't do that," Edward blurted out.

"Wouldn't do your homework?" I sarcastically snapped back.

"No, actually I--"

"CLASS HAS BEGUN, MR. CULLEN," yelled our English teacher, Mr. Fedell. "Today, we are reading Hamlet."

In my head I did a dance. I looooooovvvvvveeeee Shakespeare.

We were reading through the play and, of course, Mr Fedell had all of the parts. He does a stunning job, although everybody thinks that he's crazy... but he's just a really good actor.

Edward sat there, laughing.

"You're an idiot," I mumbled to myself.

Okay, that's all for now. I'll try to update ASAP.

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