Author's Note: Hey ya'll! This is my first ever story and i would really appreciate it if you'll give this a chance. please excuse any wrong grammars, spelling, punctuations and stuff. English is my second language and i am no expert with it so bare with me. Thank in advance. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I'm just borrowing them from Stephenie Meyer to create my own non-vampire story.
Prologue
I hated this. Lame house party, that is. The scene is always the same. Bunch of teenagers either dancing, drinking, and smoking, making out or having sex everywhere. It's sickening. Makes me want to throw up. Makes me want to stay in a corner and tune out everyone. Makes me want to shut my eyes until its time for me to go. Makes me want to disappear at all.
But here I am. In the middle someone's house where everyone's dancing their heart out. Holding a cup of some alcoholic drinks in my right hand while the other is held up high. Swaying slightly to the beat of some crap music that everyone seems to know and love. Surrounded by different people that I called 'my group of friends' but really just a group of strangers. Looking like I'm having a great time the way that I am supposed to be.
And as the most popular student in the school, I'm supposed to be the life of the party. The center of everyone's attention. The one who have the power to choose who's invited or not. The girl that every boy wants to sleep with and every girl wants to be friends with.
No one dared to step in my way. Afraid to face my wrath. Afraid to face the group of jocks (and their bulging muscles) that are willing to protect me in the hopes of getting my attention. Afraid to face the bitchy cheerleaders that will bitch slap anyone in the hopes to be my second in command. Afraid to have their 4 years in high school being bullied by everyone.
Yes, I am THAT popular. Respected by many and loved by some.
Why not? I'm the most beautiful girl in the school. Long blonde hair with natural curls at the end, vivid blue-violet eyes that everyone seems to get lost at, button nose that crinkles when I smile, full red pouty lips that is exactly the definition of 'kissable', and a body with the curves in every right places.
Yep… I, Rosalie Lillian Hale, is definitely the most beautiful person alive.
And yes, I know this fact. I'm neither humble nor shy. But that doesn't mean I love everything that goes with it. Actually, if I'm being honest, I hated it. I hated all of it.
Because if it isn't for my looks, my body or even my popularity, I wouldn't be in a party jut to pleased everybody. I wouldn't be dancing and drinking just for appearance. I wouldn't be desperate in getting out of this shit place once everyone's too thrashed to mind me. I wouldn't be walking home alone because I don't want to tell someone that I'm leaving because I knew they'll stop me or someone would accompany me. I wouldn't be in a dark alley that I never knew existed. I wouldn't be crossing the path of three obviously drunk men, who leered at me and try to stop me. I wouldn't be screaming and struggling to get out in these rough hands that are now all over my body. I wouldn't be crying helplessly as my tired and aching body stopped fighting and let whatever happened. I wouldn't be left naked, bruised, and battered in some dark, smelly and wet place. And this, all of this wouldn't happened if I'm just an ordinary person. If I'm just Rosalie Hale and not some fucking goddess that everyone seems to think.
And I hated it. I LOATHED EVERYTHING.
AN: Dang! There it is people. So, whatcha think? Share your thoughts, please. :)