AN: Disclaimer - Roses are red, Violets are blue, I do not own Twilight, so please don't sue.
I found that on another fanfiction page...I forget the writers name and ID. But I thought it was pretty humorous.
Enjoy my first fanfic, and Read and Review!
~Unearthed Beauty.
Prologue.
Everything that has happened has forced me to become who I am today. I like to think that I am brave, honest, friendly, caring and strong, beautiful; even though everything that points to me says I am weak, selfish, plain, a liar, and anything but brave.
Let me put it to you straight. I've been told I don't see myself clearly. I beg to differ.
I sit at home, daily, buried in my schoolwork, reading on my laptop, or at least trying to be social with the few friends I have. I listen to a variety of music all the way from Debussy to Rhianna. Jane Austen to J.K. Rowling, Massimo to Lei. Chief-Boy-R-De to your mom's old-fashioned homemade enchiladas… Blah, blah, blah... you get the point. Normal.
Plain and simple: that's me.
I am just your average teenage girl who is looking for love, but can hardly find that missing sock from last week's over stuffed laundry basket. I get B's in all my classes and I absolutely loathe physical activity, especially considering that I trip on air whenever there is somebody present to witness the famous, eternal clumsiness that the gods deemed necessary, and hilarious apparently, for my person. I have my best friends who are the complete opposite of myself, and more like me than I can understand. An older brother who is tall as a giant and very muscular: some say he's on steroids: but he's not really. He doesn't care what others think about him, and dare I say it (you tell him I will kill you; although he will probably just laugh it off and give you a good death squeeze hug), a complete teddy bear.
If you ask me, I would say I am roughly 5'2, 120lbs, with curly-wavy dark brown hair that hangs loosely to the middle of my back, dark- chocolate brown eyes that seem to have no light in them, pale skin that burns easily in the sun and never tans no matter how long I lay out. I hate pimples because they seem to always seem to present themselves on my body whenever a photograph is taken. I usually stay to myself; hence the non-existent social life. I can't dance. I'm very shy, and I love kids. Oh yeah, and I've never had a boyfriend.
My Name is Isabella Marie Swan; call me Bella. I was brought to you on September 13th and I am just your average plain Jane.