Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, SM does.
When I was 16, I was the happiest I could have been. I had a family that loved me, straight A's, my own car, an amazing boyfriend, and I was free to express myself anyway I wanted. I had dyed my naturally medium brown hair black, with purple highlights. My room and car were black, and I was never seen without my usual look; skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, a pair of black converse, black nail-polish, my gothic-style mood ring, a silver watch, earrings, and necklace, black eyeliner, and a black belt with purple studs. My favorite colors were black, purple, neon green, silver, blue, and any other neon color.
I didn't make many friends, but I had a solid few that I knew I could trust my life with. My boyfriend Jake and I dated through high school and the first few years of college, but he broke up with me at the beginning of our senior year. I wasn't happy, but I still wanted to finish school and get my law degree.
Ever since I was little, I wanted to be a lawyer. I loved to argue, and defending people came naturally to me. It wasn't easy, but I graduated at the top of my class. I had money, so I didn't take any jobs right away.
The night of graduation, my long time best friends, Alice and Rosalie, were throwing a huge party hosted by them and their boyfriends for six years, Jasper and Emmett. So here I was, 21 years old, being forced to go to a party that I had no interest in. (Alice, Rose, Jasper, Emmett and I had all graduated high school at 16, we were always ahead of the rest of our class, so we were all given tests, and were placed into senior class.)
"Don't even think about it Bella, you are going to this party!" Alice, my personal pixie shouted.
"Ughh, Al-ice, c'mon I don't wanna go." I can't believe I just whined like a 2 year old!
Just then, Rosalie walked in, Alice in tow. Both throwing me fierce glares.
Alice had on a beautiful bright pink halter-top mini dress, with matching pink heels; with her spiky black hair held back with a hot pink head band. She of coarse had jewelry to match; this is Alice, after all.
Rosalie looked just as amazing, with her blood red mini dress, stilettos and earrings, she looked like a super model, with her shiny blonde hair falling straight down her back, just above her waist.
I, on the other hand, was wearing a plain black Sick Puppies t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and converse, my black belt with purple studs, silver chain necklace, bracelet and silver earrings, with my mood ring on my middle finger, and black nail-polish.
We had made an agreement that if I showed up at the party, I could dress how I wanted, so I didn't have to hear about my lack of fashion sense.
I know I'm dressed like a teenager, but hey, this was my last night before I had to grow up, I was going to make the most of it. I had my black and purple hair straitened, falling to the middle of my back. We walked downstairs to the first floor of our house we owned together, where the party was being held.
An hour later, the party was in full swing, and I was in the kitchen, having like my 8th drink. I couldn't remember what it was, but it tasted good.
That's when I saw him. Dyed black hair, tattoos, eyebrow ring, and skinny jeans paired with a Sick Puppies t-shirt, just like mine. What really had me gone, were his emerald green eyes.
Little did I know, that night, my life would change forever…
AN: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. This is my first fanfiction, so any advice would be appreciated. This is just the prologue, so the first chapter will make more sense. This story currently has no beta, but if you are interested, let me know. I hope to be able to update regularly, but life does sometimes get in the way, so I will try to set a definate date. Some chapters will be longer than others. The next chapter will take place when Bella is either 15 or 16, while she is still in high school. I'm really nervous about this story, so let me know if you want me to continue. Please leave a review if you have any suggestions on how to make the story better. I will try to reply to all comments, but please don't be cruel. I can accept constructive criticism, but being mean is uncalled for, so don't do it. I will start writing the next chapter tomorrow.