Chapter 1

I would start my story with the opening line of "A motorcycle pulled up in Forks High parking lot". But that would be to clique, no? I wouldn't even be able to see it, as it's fifth period. Nor should I start my story with an "Adonis" description of the new kid. Positively due to the fact that I have never met the kid, nor do I ever plan on doing that. Unfortunately, a series of events followed and now I'm staring down at a pair of green irises. I would end with a "life sucks" but that would be to clique. So I end this entry with a closing sentence of "this is reality".

Poisonous snakes, monkeys swinging on trees, black widow spiders seducing the most delicious flies only to spit them out later. I think this is a very accurate claim of high school put into one sentence. Of course then if you would want to get more technical, then that's a whole different story.

Girls in high school in most stories come in different shapes and sizes. There's the 'whore type' that always causes problems for the heroine in the story. To fit this description she dresses in the most skimpy clothes and make-up plastered all over. Though I have no idea where they get those clothes anyways, nevertheless how their parents let them leave the house looking like that. These Whorbs, as I like to call them, are probably one of the most mysterious types of girls I have ever met. Their kind intrigues me, as why they want to flash their body to male spectators is beyond me. However, these types of girls are very weak, not dangerous. Unlike the other type. Who brought shame to girls everywhere.

"Bella are you even listening to me." Alice snaps at me.

I momentarily sort through my brain, trying to find the right words to tell my best friend.

"Of course." I smile.

She rolls her eyes but resumes her talking.

Then there were the types of girls that usually helped the heroine, who I liked to call the Best Friends Acts League. They were usually best friends, siblings etc.. Girls in this category were commonly more beautiful then the heroine, and usually lowered their confidence on their looks.

Of course in my case Alice was beautiful and fit the Best Friends Act category. Most of the time they got the heroine's love interest's best friend. Most of the time they weren't dangerous, but just in case you had to be careful.

"What are you guys talking about?" Jessica asks looking down at the floor.

I glared at her.

Thesewere the type of girls I hated. The kind where they had no self-confidence whatsoever. The kind that always had an interest in books. The kind that always got the guy in the story. The kind that was insecure. The kind that brought a bad name to girls' everywhere, because of their pettiness.

I squinted my eyes in concentration, and Jessica squirmed under my stare.

The kind that was dangerous.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" Mike Newton says angrily.

I still couldn't believe player Mike changed his ways decided to become a monogamous person.

Go figure.

I nearly roll my eyes. I wasn't doing anything. But of course the 'knight in shining armor' had to rescue Jessica who was practically crying.

"She wasn't doing anything, Newton." A fiery blonde says crossing her arms over her chest.

Mike glares at her before stomping off taking Jessica with him.

God, why did girls have to be so submissive?

I turn my attention to Rosalie, and offer a small smile of thanks. She was the practically the only in the Lions category that I actually liked even though she was with quarterback Emmett McCarty.

She waves her hand. "No problem."

I stared at her departing figure for a moment before returning my attention to Alice who was glaring hotly at me.

I stare at her sheepishly.

"You need to stop."

"I know."

"It's becoming an issue."

"I know."

"But you won't stop?"

"I won't."

Alice signs plopping her head atop the desktop. "i already knew you would say that."