short one shot that iwrote for my english clase. leave some love down the bottom :)


I don't really talk to the other girls but I still sit with them at lunch. I felt like something would be different today and I was right. When I got to school everyone was just staring at me. I don't really like all the attention but the girls I sit with do. If I had a name for the rest of my group, it would be the attention whores. They bathed in the attention. As I walked down the corridor, I saw Rosalie and Alice waiting by my locker. They were dressed in little tiny skirts with shirts that showed their huge cleavages. But something was wrong. Rosalie was crying. And I don't mean little sobs, I mean full out bawling. All her makeup was smudged down her cheeks. She kind of looked like a deformed racoon. Alice was rubbing her back trying to soothe her but It wasn't working very well.

" Hey Rosalie, is everything ok?" I questioned.

"No, everything is not ok! My boyfriend just broke up with me and I feel like an idiot for ever going out with him!" she yelled. Every one around us was still staring. I've never had to deal with a situation like this so I didn't know what to do. But I didn't have to do anything since Rosalie had wrapped her arms around me, crying on my shoulder. I just stood their frozen. That was the most contact we have ever had since we met.

"Can we go somewhere that is not where people can see me?" she asked. That shocked me. The normal Rosalie would have loved the fact that everyone was looking at her. But I guess she was truly heartbroken to not want that. I guess it was all just a show that she puts on. The need of attention she has to block out the insecurity. To hide all her problems.