I walk into the cafeteria at Forks High School . That bitch Lauren Mallory has her eyes all over me . If I had a knife I would probably slice her throat right here . There is no clue in my mind as to why she sneers and looks at me the way she does . I have been here all of two weeks and if looks could kill, I'd be dead . Every time she sneers and giggles like the witch she is , her eyes are always trained on me or the Cullens .

Probably 'cause she thinks I'm a new student she can mess around with me . Them , I have no idea . Unless it's 'cause they are so inhumanly beautiful. Like uber- models from Calvin Klein or something.

I don't know about them but I am fed up with this girl . Sure, I could take it to the principal or some lame ass teacher . But are they really going to do anything about it? Shit no they won't 'cause she's one of those witches that belong in the suburbs of California behind a brick wall in some damn gated community .

As I walk past her table , I see her stick her foot out trying to trip me up . Oh, hell no she ain't . I play along pretending not to see her white ass new Nike slid out just enough to make me bash my head into the floor .

So I fake trip right before getting to her , sending my tray that's drenched with mustard and Ranch dressing that I squirted into the empty spaces on my tray for my pizza , into her beautifully straightened blonde hair . The others at the table jerk back and away trying to avoid the onslaught of sauces . "You bitch !", she screams , "you did that shit on purpose !", I take a deep breath so my adrenaline won't get the best of me. Not yet. I'm waiting on the rabid dog .

"I'm sorry !", I squeal , feigning remorse , though she can't tell it . "R-really Lauren" , I fake stutter , "I'm such a klutz sometimes." She walks up to me, her green eyes glaring like the witch she is . She pokes a finger hard into my chest . I feel the rabid dog stir. She leans in close , "You. Are. So. Dead." Uh -oh , he's awake . I feel him take control as I draw my fist back in slow motion .

My fist crashes with Lauren's right cheek , sending her head flying backward . My adrenaline pushes harder ,causing me to be able to see every movement around me clearly. I hear gasps and ohs and ahs . I pick up on who they are coming from . One 'oh' comes from a bulky looking dude named Tyler . Eric Yorkie stands there with his mouth agape, in shock . "Oh . My God" , he says , "this should be in the headlines ."

I see the Cullens out of the corner of my right eye. They stand there in shock . I could swear their eyes were pitch black. The blond boy , Jasper looks likes a deer caught in headlights , he doesn't know whether to run or stay.

I turned my attention back to Lauren , to see she is pushed toward me by one of her dull ass friends . "Don't let her get away with this Lauren", she pouted . Lauren ran forward screaming like a madman and grabbed handfuls of my brown, shoulder length hair. Rage flowed through me . I just got the shit layered two weeks ago . Hey, maybe that's what's eating at her .

She dragged me to the floor. I let her . That's where one of my greatest strengths lie . I straddled her and pummeled her witch face for her . Blood covered my hands and her designer shirt , not to mention the white tile around us . Pandemonium ensued as more students gathered to watch .

Mr. Greene yelled and waved his hands , trying to clear out the students . Finally , Mr. Greene wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me off of Lauren who was crying, cursing and screaming to the top of her lungs at me . My eyes swept around the cafeteria . The Cullens were gone.