Stephanie Meyer owns twilight. I just write stories using her characters.

I looked at the clock. Only 7:30. Damn, I couldn't arrive at school this early on my first day, but then I couldn't stay here. The pictures of us together reminded me of the good times and made me realise that my dad still hadn't got over my mom leaving-but I don't blame him, I still miss her too. I walked down the corridor, pictures of me hung in lines on both sides. I know I look pretty and that everyone thinks that, but my school photos really embarrass me, I look perfect on them, but still who likes seeing their school photos up on the wall. Why couldn't he have put my party ones up instead?

I combed my long golden hair again. Perfection. The only way to describe me. Perfection. I examined myself in my full length mirror for the last time before I grabbed my new Ralph Lauren bag-a present for my birthday. My parents had always had enough money to buy anything I wanted when I wanted and this was no exception. They always gave me what I wanted but I never considered myself as spoilt.

My eyes had always been my best feature, soft blue with long eye lashes I was so lucky, my friends had always been so jealous of my looks. I had grown used to them talking behind my back claiming that I had had plastic surgery but I didn't need any false method to look like I did.

I had chosen my favourite dress for today- a grey strapless dress that flowed down to my knees and some black heels. I had to make a good impression at this school, I was tired of moving schools when my dad got a new job, maybe if I could prove to him that I was happy here he would let me stay and not move on.

I soon decided that the house was the wrong place for me at the moment, it brought back memories and I didn't want to turn up at school with red puffy eyes even though I would still be the most stunning looking there.

My shiny red Ferrari stood proudly in the driveway- a present from my birthday-'a stunning car for a stunning girl' my father had said when he bought it for me. I drove to my new school- 'Forks High School'- I nearly missed it, only the newly painted sign pointed out the buildings which reminded me of rundown terraced houses. I parked my car in the car park and looked around. My car was by far the best looking, the only other good looking car was a shiny silver Volvo and that stood out. As I stepped out of the car I saw people look at me in wonder. 'Smile and walk tall' I told myself as I followed the signs to the office. I was surprised at how plain looking these people were-did they have no self pride?

The office lady looked at me in wonder as I entered the office before snapping back to reality. She handed me some sheets to fill in and then a map and a planner before lecturing me about my shoes-how can people wear heels smaller than 4 inches-unbelievable I have to get my father to speak to these people about my needs.

I was introduced to a boy with greasy yet black hair and a face covered in spots who was meant to be my guide-there was no way that I was going to be seen dead near him. He was freaky looking as soon as he looked away I dodged him and ran off to the left. I looked at my timetable – biology in building 6 with Mr Maison. I looked at my map and set off. The morning passed slowly- teachers patronising me about what I knew and didn't know-couldn't they just teach-that was what we paid them for. After a morning of biology, maths and double physics I was ready for a break. I bought a sandwich and found a quiet table in the far corner of the room. People looked at my like I was a princess or celebrity which I liked. I loved being the centre of attention- the jewel everyone wanted. I was surprised that no one had spoken to me at all-probably scared that they will look like a plain button next to a fancy brooch-which was true.

I laughed when I heard a short boy with ginger hair and large round glasses asked his friend if he thought I would go out with him-certainly not!

It was then that I saw him. Cute brown curly hair and emerald green eyes-my man, the perfect one for me. My heart skipped a beat. I knew I loved him just from looking at him that was until I saw him holding hands with a tall girl with short brown hair and a hooked nose. Why her-why not me? Perhaps he hadn't seen me yet. I stood up and walked straight passed his chair and out of the door. I looked back-had he noticed me? He should have done but I wasn't sure. I had never had anyone not like me. This would be my aim, my goal. I was going to make him fall for me. How hard could it be anyway?

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