Thoughts and things Equally as Irrelevant

by Consuming Fakery

The thoughts of Mary McNair concerning the characters of Twilight. A deeper look on the other side of Forks High school, one where in the mind of Mary there was no such thing as supernatural. There was no romance in her story, just lies, hate, and apathy

1. Bella Swan I

AN: just a short series of drabbles on the thoughts of others from another's POV. This chapter's 364 words without the AN and Disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight characters but Mary and Yvonne are my own.

Bella Swan.

Part I

I watched as she walked into the school, my eyebrows shot up. I was shocked what can I say. I expected blonde Malibu Barbie the way her Father's been going on about her, but no. She was pretty enough really, not fake like Jessica Stanley (Yes her hair is perm-ed, I know this for a fact because my Mother is the one who did it.) she wore no make-up except a very small bit of shimmering brown eye shadow; very, very small indeed.

My head tilted a bit to the side and I watched her walk in. Interesting, the way she walked, she was unsure, she was cautious not exactly graceful, but in no ways did she walk like a man. She had her own little charm about her I suppose.

"You want a drag Mary?" I glanced over at Yvonne, taking in the dark circles under her eyes and the yellowing of her teeth, she tried to hide it with her black eye shadow and pale pale lips but I wasn't stupid, I saw everything. Well almost everything really.

"No," I said passing the roll of Coke over to the next guy, "You know I don't smoke."

She snorted, "Yet, eventually you will. We all do."

"Well I'm different." I muttered, I glanced over at Isabella swan, or at least who I assumed was Isabella Swan, I noted the way she glanced around and her eyebrows furrowed at two groups: Ours, and Jessica Stanley's. I can't really blame her, I wouldn't want to be part of either.

"Of course you are," she laughed spitefully and the others joined, "of course you are Mary. God your so full of shit sometimes" she snorted "I suppose next you'll be telling us we'll get into Princeton, or Harvard."

"And what if one of us do hmm?"

Her eyes narrowed behind her large black frames and she pulled her black and grey jacket closer "Get your head out of the Clouds McNair, none of use will amount to shit." She took a deep drag of the Cigarette that had made it's way back to her "and if you think differently…Well the mental hospital's just down the road."