Before Twilight, no Edward or any other Cullen for that matter , at least not for yet, but they will. This is before she goes and moves in with Charlie, Bella never lived in Phoenix but she lived in LA, well Beverly Hills, with her Mom who is with a guy named Mik, a huge business man that can sceal a deal with out even blinking. Bella is not a quite, unknown girl, but a well known, athlete hotty, who gets everything she ever wants, or does she? Can being perfect have it's faults? Will Bella ever realize whats really wrong and what she's missing in her life? Read and find out yourself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the Characters, Stephanie Meyer Does!
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Dear Diary,
I, Bella Swan, was the ideal girl to be, to the outside world I had everything and everyone at my feet; but does that mean that I have it all, that I have no pain? No doubts? No needs? People would say that I am perfect and I have everything I could ever want. But I always find myself asking, was I the happiest person alive? Did I have the life everyone thought I had? If I said yes, then I'd be lying to you. I'm far from happy; I'm on the opposite side, waving at my Outside self clear across the Bella Perfect Country. If I'm so great, then why do I feel so… blah, so so empty and why do I never feel GOOD? What is it that I'm doing wrong? And the million dollar question, Why am I so alone?
Thanks for listening Diary; you're the only one I have, the only one who won't say I'm lying about being unhappy. You're the only person that doesn't judge me for everything I do. Listen to me, how pathetic am I, I'm talking to you Diary like you're my best friend; the sad thing is, you really are.
"Oh great, here comes, Miss. Perfect, uh, and of course she's wearing that gorgeous outfit I wanted from Ella J. That Bitch, she always does this to me, she's purposely buying the clothes that I die to have but can't afford. Bella Swan always has to flaunt whatever one else can't ever have, I mean who does she think she is?" Denis McGuire asked Jane Danner, her minion, who was about to respond when Denis cut her off, to great Bella Swan.
"Oh honey, how was your weekend? Looks like it was a great one, you obviously went shopping again!" Denis and Bella both blow kisses on each other's cheeks, like the French. Bella was wearing her new dark washed, Joe Jeans that had rhinestones on the ass, a green C&C tank under a smokey grey, cashmere shrug, a rosé scarf, and her favorite metallic banana Miu Miu flats.
As Bella was pulling back her caramel brown hair in a messy bun, she replied, "Yeah, it was great my mom got a new client and she got another bonus, so my mom and I splurged. She insisted we do a whole Spa treating weekend; so we did the Monte Carlo Day treatment at Krystal Salon. The one that did the whole works: massages, facials, hair, nails and make-up. Then we did a whole shopping spree, but other than that my weekend was okay, what about yours?" The Bell had just wrong and everyone was shuffling towards their first class, Bella and Denis said their good-byes. Man, why does Denis always have to ask if she had a great weekend, she always would say I did even if I didn't. If people are going to already put in their own words to their own questions towards me then why bother asking me, it's not like I ever get to answer, heaven forbid someone actually listen to me for once. If they would just listen they could hear my insides cry out in pain, wishing for something to change my life. If people would just listen they would finally acknowledge I don't have the perfect life and stop being jealous about it. But does anyone listen, no, they always have to assume. And like what my mother would always say, when you assume, you make an ass out of you and an ass out of me. However, I don't think my mom's little cliché would ever actually have someone stop assuming though.