The Rebel

Chapter 1: Tears

A/N: Okay a few quick notes. I got a review with a couple of remarks. Yes it was criticism or as I prefer, TIPS! If you have a problem with tips then we can just call it constructive criticism! Ok, a few questions were asked and I am going to make a list out of the answers!

They are NOT vampires.

This is NOT just Twilight with a twist.

I DO tend to make lots of grammar mistakes, even with spelling/grammar check! (Don't ask how)

Yes, I do tend to be repetitive!

I really wanted there to be a number five!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Rosy The Rebel, that's what my "friends" at Forks High School, called me.

You asked for it. I mentally kicked myself as I watched the tears stream down Bella's face. We used to be the best of friends, but that was a very long time ago.

Back then I wasn't Rosy the Rebel, I was just plain old Rosalie Hale.

"What happened to you Rose?" Alice said. She didn't try to hide her pain, and that surprised me.

I hadn't seen anyone my age show emotion in a long time. In my untouchable clique that was a sign of weakness, a sign that you can be taken advantage of.

"Why, what ever do you mean?" I said in a sickly sweet voice, sarcasm dripped from my every word.

"Well, you have turned into some sleezy-wanna-be-amazing. The kind we used to make fun of." The elfish girl with black hair stated bitterly.

What Alice was saying was true. Back then, I did make fun of people that are the way I am now.

Bella was now sobbing into Edward's shirt. He glared at me hatefully, most likely for making his girlfriend cry. "Its okay, Bella," He cooed, "Rosy the Rebel," he spat my name like poison, "is just a cold hearted jerk." I sighed quietly to myself, he was right and I knew it.

Alex, another person from my old clique had dark, curly brown hair with red highlights. Her eyes were shameful. She was leaning against the locker while muttering, "She's a cold hearted something."

"What did you say to me?" even I could hear the shrillness in my voice. That comment surprised me. Alex really was the rebel, not me. A rebel is somebody who does things their way, and nobody else's. Everybody called me the rebel, but the truth was: I was not even free! I was trapped in an image. I acted the way I was expected to act, and sadly people expected me to act like, in the words of Edward, a cold hearted jerk.

"I think you heard me." She stated simply, her blue eyes glaring, coldly at me. It angered me that she didn't care. Like Bella and me, Alex and I were best friends once upon a time.

I stepped towards her short stature, trying, hoping to intimidate her. I really knew it was hopeless. It didn't work when we were friends, and it didn't work now.

Though none of the harsh comments had been directed towards her, Skylar, yet another girl from the group looked hurt. Her wavy dirty-blonde hair fell to the sides of her sad face. One of her mottoes was 'once a friend, always a friend' and I knew what she thought of me: A misguided friend.

I couldn't look at her or Erika for fear of there solemn expressions. Erika's refined face held a look of disappointment. It was the look that now took the place of genuine love and friendship that I once knew and loved. Her straight blonde hair was put in a side pony tail that made her look allot like one of my friends, like one of me. She looked like an untouchable and that is something I would not want anyone to ever have to go through. That's why I refused to be friends with her. I had the fear that she might end up like me.

"And what do you mean by that?" I snapped, remembering our conversation, careful to keep my thoughts and emotions bottled up.

Alex scoffed, "It means that you changed into some popular," she paused, "there is nothing wrong with that but you're not just a Popular any more. You're a slut."

That pushed me over the edge. I called them a few choice words and stormed off, leaving and shocked group of 12 in my midst.

AN: Should I rewrite it? Does it suck so much that I should just plain out delete it. Review!!