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Summary: Bella was bullied, so she leaves Forks and becomes a supermodel! What happeens when she moves back? And what will she do to her bullies? AH, AU LEMONS!

Those who make you cry, don't deserve your tears;
Those who do deserve them, won't make you cry.

My eyes were burning, telling me that tears were about to come. I violently slammed the door to my truck closed, if anybody saw me crying, I would just make an even bigger fool of myself…Today had gone horribly, as usual, but I'd had enough! I wasn't going to sit there anymore, I wasn't going to come home and cry, I was going to leave this pathetic life behind.

I was leaving.

*Flashback*

As I sat at my, table, alone, in the cafeteria, I saw my books drop to the floor. Confused I got out of my seat to retrieve them, but when I got up off the floor, I saw them…the Cullens and the Hales. The Cullens consisted of Alice, she was the nicest out of all of the 'gang'; Emmet, the huge one that everybody feared and Edward.

Edward Cullen was the worst out of the whole group of bullies. He was always tripping me up or making fun of me. There had never been a time that he had not tried to embarrass me whenever our paths would cross. His unique emerald like eyes and bronze colored sex hair made him the guy that every other guy dreamed of being and every girl wanted to fuck. I included. I was ashamed to admit it, but I had the biggest crush on Edward Cullen, even if he was such a jerk.

The Hales consisted of Jasper, Alice's boyfriend; and Rosalie the most beautiful and fierce girl in the whole school. Everybody was intimidated by her, if her looks weren't enough of a blow on your ego, then her piercing, cruel gaze made you feel like the bird shit on the bottom of her shoe.

The tormented me constantly and would never pass up on an event to make ugly brace face cry.

Laughing as if they had just heard the funniest joke of their life, they took their places around my table, the only one not laughing was Alice, who had a little scowl on her face. Guarded, I rose prepared for the wave of hurt that would soon wash over me. 'Err…excuse me?' I tried, knowing it wouldn't get me anywhere. 'Please can I get my tray?' I begged again, fear turning my voce into something just a little louder than a squeak.

'Oh my, the fucktard has something to say!' Sneered Rosalie, an evil glint in her eye. 'What was that?'

'I…erm...I…Can I have my tray…please?' I whispered, defeat evident in my voice. The shine in her eye told me what I was expecting…Hell.

'Ha! Here take it!' Edward called and poured the food the tray held over my head. A sob broke threw me as I felt the cold, runny yoghurt drop down my face, but I wouldn't let them see me cry, I refused to give them the pleasure they craved of my acceptance of defeat.

I never understood why they bullied me, I mean fair enough I had braces and thick rimmed glasses, but by never getting to know me, why did they think they had the right to turn my high school experience into a living hell? It just wasn't fair and I had to do something, fast, before I ended up doing something crazy…

*End of Flashback*

During gym, my last period, we had to play dodge ball. Unfortunately for me, not only did my balance, or lack therefore of, made me despise this period, but on top of that I shared this lesson with Emmet and Edward who constantly tortured me none stop by throwing the ball my way all through the damned period, but by that time I had made up my mind. I was sick of it all. I wasn't going to go home and lock myself in my room, I was going to let Charlie see what they had done to me.

When I was younger, about the age of five, my parents filed for divorce and my father gained primary custardy, since my mother was not stable enough to look after me by her self. Once everything was finalized, my mother moved to Jacksonville, Florida, and I was stuck here with my dad in the little rainy town of Forks.

With a lot of crying and begging on my part, my father couldn't handle my emotions anymore and thought it would be better if I got away from the bullshit and bullying. Once the 'ok' had left his mouth I ran to the phone and called my mum. She was ecstatic about the fact that I was coming. I knew Renee always felt bad about letting me down like she had but I had always known that it was not her fault. I ran upstairs and packed all of my belongings into a bag and called the airport, booking the first flight out of here. I had had enough of the rainy old town. The only memories I had of it were bad and I looked forward to having a few good ones as well.

I would finally be free of the nightmare others called high school and would be able to live a proper life, the life I deserved. But there were a few things I had to do once I got to Florida. First would be to get my braces taken out, it was nearing the end of my time anyway; and second was to buy some contacts and get rid of these ugly glasses. There was no need to find other people like the Edward to make my life a living hell. Most of all though, I was going to forget him and his sexy eyes, I was going to move on and never look back

*2 months later*

2 months had passed since I had moved to Florida. Life around here was a great and I knew it was about to get a lot better. I had made many friends and they all welcomed me to the school with open arms. People around here were a lot more welcoming and kind. Obviously I had taken out the braces and glasses so they had no horrible names to call me like brace-face or four eyes, and I fit in a lot better.

My mother was also overjoyed by my presence and Phil, her new husband, accepted me into the family graciously. We had a big-ish house in the middle of town and the neibours were awesome. The weather was lovely and warm, so I ended up throwing away all of my old clothes and buying more fashionable ones that were also suitable for the weather.

The reason I had a feeling everything was about to get much better was because a few days ago while I was out having lunch with my mum-she couldn't cook to save her life and I had never been taught-I was spotted by a Victoria's Secret 'scout' thingy and she asked me if I would like to become one of Victoria's Angles! I was over the moon. I never imagined coming to Jacksonville would be so great. Later that day I would go for a tryout with them and hopefully would become a model.

I never thought of myself as pretty, I was always too pale, or too skinny. The only two people that had called me beautiful were my mum and dad and even then I never believed them. The were my parents and would think I was beautiful even if I had two heads and webbed feet! But when a Victoria's fucking Secrets woman asks me if I want to model their lingerie that made my ego rocket, so that is what probably made me popular at my new school.

It's funny how different people think of you when you move to a different school, even if you are the same person. I used to be the school freak/nerd that everybody picked on. I had no friends and the only people my age that would talk to me were the 'gang,' and that was only to make torture me…Oh how life has changed for the better. Moving to Florida must have been the best fucking idea I had ever had!

Around 5 o'clock I arrived at the address the woman, Jane, had given me and was greeted by a unwelcomingly cold girl. 'Hello, my name is Gianna,' she started in a thick, British accent. 'Are you Isabella Swan?' she inquired.

'Bella.' I corrected, mechanically.

'Very well then, right this way.' And she lead me threw a double set of wooden doors, into a room where Jane was sat, typing furiously at her Mac-book.

'Bella!' she exclaimed when she saw me. 'I'm so happy to see you, I thought you weren't going to come, you were hesitant.' I smiled timidly so she carried on. 'Okay, so I just need to take your measurements and, if they are to standard, then you have the job!' she smiled. Embarrassed by where she was touching, I put my arms up and waited for the verdict. 'Well Bella, your chest-line is a bit small, but that can be fixed. Apart from that, you're perfect! Welcome to the world of Victoria's Secret!'

E P.O.V

It had been two extremely boring moths since that…thing left. Sure I didn't know that it was my fault, but deep down, I felt it. My sister, Alice, gave me hell after she left. Why the fuck she would feel sorry for the pathetic little shit was beyond me though. Rosalie and Emmet acted like they hadn't noticed, and they probably hadn't, I shouldn't have. But I did. I it annoyed me that I had. Life was a lot duller, with less laughs, but a new girl was coming to school tomorrow, so unless she had Double D's and mile long legs, she would be my next target.

What's-her-name be damned. She probably killed herself or something…maybe pouring that tray over her was a bit harsh, but the bitch deserved it. How dare she speak to us. Leaving that train of thought, I called up Jessica, a skank that was always willing, and told her to come round. That would make me forget about the sad little girl.

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