AN:

First off let me get this out of the way... I in no way own ANY of the Twilight characters. As much as I wish that I did, they do not belong to me. S. Meyer is the lucky lady who gets to call them hers. All I own is my plot and the twisted things that I do to the Cullens in my mind.

Now, on to the fun stuff. This is the first venture for me in writing. I have been reading these for a year now and finally got up the courage to write one myself. I will try to update at least once a week. With that said, I have to let you know that I am pregnant and due in 2 weeks. So, RL may get in the way a little. I will do my best though.

I can't wait for you all to read this. And please, feel free to let me know what you think by leaving me your feedback in a review.

Love you all! XOXOXO ~SGR

I've always loved school. I never had any real friends. So, I had nothing better to do than focus on my classes. Sure, I got teased. But, what high school experience isn't complete without being tortured some? I just figured that it builds character.

But, here we are. I'm 18, and a senior. I've studied so much over the past four years that I could skip all of my exams and still graduate with an A average. Oh, did I mention that this is the week of our final exams? My locker is cleaned out, and as soon as my last exam is over, I am going home and packing my bags. I am getting out of here first thing tomorrow morning. Not just out of this small, podunk town, but the state as a whole. I've got to get away and start over.

I'm tired of always doing the right thing. Well, that's not true. I'm tired of everyone just expecting me to do the right thing, because that is what I always do. I never act out. But, all of that is about to change. It all ends today. I've decided that today is the day that I start writing my own story, instead of just acting out the story line that others write for me. I am going to get noticed today. And not just for having the highest test score or being the person everyone wants working on their group project. Today, I'm going to stir up trouble.

I know. No one thinks that I can actually get in trouble. But, I assure you; I have a brilliant plan that will make at least one person notice me. That one person just happens to be my History teacher, Mr. Whitlock.

You see… He's perfect. He has these gorgeous eyes that just see right through me. This smile that makes me want to give him whatever he wants. And, since we live in Arkansas, he has this accent that just makes me swoon. The way he says "Yes Ma'am," every time I get an answer right… WOW! And he has great shoulder length, thick, blonde hair that most girls would die for. Or, at least they would dye for. Oh, and he has this passion for history that is so intense he makes ALL of his students want to learn more. The way he lights up when he talks about the Civil War and what the South used to be like, it makes me wish I had been there. With him, obviously! So you see, he's perfect.

I've been trying to get his attention all year. I sat in the front. I always raised my hand to answer his questions. I always had the right answer. Whenever we did a project, I made sure that mine was on a topic that I knew he was passionate about. Basically, I was the perfect student. But where did that get me? NOWHERE!

I know that he is a teacher and I am a student, but this is his first job out of college. So, I thought that he would at least look at me as something other than a kid. But, nope. It didn't happen. And since he is perfect, that leaves me at one conclusion. I am the imperfect one. Not that I ever thought otherwise.

Compared to Mr. Whitlock, I am a big ol ZERO! Ok, maybe not. But, I'm nothing spectacular, that's for sure. My stringy hair and eyes are the color of dog crap. I don't tan at all. I'm so short that I can't even reach the top shelf in my locker. Oh yea, and I'm about as clumsy as clumsy can get. I'm always tripping, falling, or running into something or someone one. The way I see it, that is why no one notices me. Least of all, Mr. Whitlock. So, like I said, today is the day that I am going to do something different. Today, I am going to get noticed.