I wandered alone like a cloud, on a cold winter day. The wind stung my cheek, and my big jacket wasn't doing me justice. All weekdays were like this. School would end, and I'd walk home. Not with any friends, simply because I don't have any. No one would want to befriend a guy like me. For goodness sake, my own parents even left me. They left the morning of my 17th birthday, only leaving the house, a lot of cash, and a crappy note that read: you were too much to handle. Not to mention the handwriting was sloppy as ever. To sum it all up, my name is Edward Cullen, and I'm in great need of a friend. One who will understand me, one who will care, one who will keep me happy. But that's never going to happen, only an angel could do a job of keeping me happy. That's just exactly what I need. But once again, Angel's don't exist. So therefore I will forever remain alone.