Okay so this isn't my first fic but its my first twi-fic. I've had this idea in my head for some time and it was really bugging me. So I guess I'll just get on with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the saying H E double toothpicks.

Sometimes I look at the rest of the world and wonder why I'm so different. Is it my genes? Is it in my brain? Is it some otherworldly force that has to make sure I don't fit in? Okay, so maybe that last one is a bit unlikely. There are times I wish I could be normal. When I wish that my sense of style wasn't so weird, that I actually had some normal friends. But then, if I was normal I never would have met some of the best friends I've ever had, or my awesome boyfriend.

"Hey, Bella!" My hyperactive best friend,Alice Brandon shouted at me from the other side of the car park."Hi, Alice!" I shouted back. The crazy little pixie became a blur as she ran across the parking lot."Alice! What the H-E double toothpicks were you thinking! You could've gotten hurt running across the car park like that! It's dangerous!" I scolded.

She shrugged her tiny shoulders."Dangerous, shmangerous." She said.

I rolled my eyes as I spoke."Wow, can't argue with that logic." She grinned at me.

"So Bells, what's your theme today?" Alice asked.

"As if its not obvious!" I answered.

The way I dress is only one of the things that labels me as a freak. It's kinda hard to explain. Every day I wear something new and every day I dress in what my friends like to call "my Theme." My Theme is normally something unusual, really bright or just completely crazy. Today, my Theme was nature. I loved it! Alice, on the other hand..."That's a lot of plants don't you think?" Alice said with an unsure look on her face.

" I wouldn't expect you to understand. You never were the outdoorsy type, anyway."

I replied, grinning. She just rolled her eyes at me. Okay, so she was probably right about the "too much plants" thing. I had woven daisies and leaves into my hair and I had worn a ring of small yellow flowers as a headband. What used to be a plain green sundress was now covered in bright flowers of all different shapes sizes and colours. I just hoped that none of them would come loose because I had spent half the night sewing them on. I had painted my nails, toenails and even my cheeks with flowers. And my footwear was just a pair of old silver sandals with daisies superglued ( by yours truly!) onto the straps. Alice was still looking at the leaves in my hair as if they were going to bite her.

"Don't worry Alice, most of them are fake." Once again, eye roll. She raised her eyebrows and pointed to my hair." Okay maybe not those ones but the rest are fake, I swear." That seemed to be good enough for her. Suddenly, we heard a whoop of exultation followed by the sound of tyres squealing against concrete. We didn't even have to look to see who it was."Rosalie." We said in unison. Rosalie Hale, my other best gal friend in the world. Alice, Rosalie and I were completely different in every way.

Rosalie was tall, tanned and blonde. Alice was short, pale and had spiky black hair. Whereas I was of average height, average skin tone and had mahogany coloured hair. All in all, nothing special but I made up for that with my personality and strange outfits. Even though we were completely different in the looks department, there was something all three of us had in common. We were all completely and utterly crazy.

We all had something strange and unique about us, other than the fact we were mental.

With me it was my wacky outfits. With Alice it was her weird hair. Every day Alice would have a new hairstyle, she would put temporary dye in strange patterns all over her head of spiky black hair. Once she had thought it would be a good idea to come to school with bright yellow birds flying all over her head. We called her canary for a week. Rosalie's thing was her love of all things pink. I know you're probably thinking, what's weird about liking pink?

Well Rosalie didn't just like pink, she loved it. Everything she owned was pink if she could get it. The walls of her room, her carpet, her curtains, her shoes, her clothes, her socks, her lipstick, her eyeshadow, her stationary! The end of her long blonde hair were dip dyed pink, she had painted her desk at school pink, when we were twelve and she broke her arm when we were all hanging upside down on the monkey bars (don't even ask.) guess what colour her cast was? P-I-N-K! I could go on but that would take years. When Rosalie had parked her (PINK!) convertible in her usual spot, she got out of the car so fast that her car door nearly whacked into Tyler Crowley's van. She ran over to Alice and I while waving her arms frantically." Hi Rosal-" Alice began in her chirpy voice." Guess what!" Rosalie shrieked before Alice could finish.

"Um...what?" I asked, confused.

"I'm so glad you asked!" She squealed." Three new boys are coming to the school!"

"Yeah so? Just more brain dead Neanderthals. Nuuuugh!" Alice did her "brain dead Neanderthal" impression. Usually Rosalie would've laughed. Not this time.

"Alice! These aren't just any boys! We're talking about Emmett Mcarthy, Jasper Whitlock and Edward Cullen!"

Okay so, Bella, Rosalie and Alice are all weirdos. But not as in Fregley type weirdos, they just have very, um..vibrant personalities. I'll hopefully be able to get the next chapter up soon, so bye!

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