My Guardian Angel

Preface

I was not the social reject. I was not the nerd. I was not the popular girl. I was just the invisible one that occasionally makes an appearance. I was not bothered by anyone though they did try to some times. I was always the reserved and quiet person. My name was never in the school gossip. I wasn't lonely. I had friends. Friends I could count on no matter what. Alice, Rosalie, Angela, Emily, Tanya, and Jessica. They liked me, I liked them. It was as simple as that.

But in high school nothing can ever be simple. So let me tell you why I was invisible and hid behind the image that most of them had. I had glasses. I had braces—which just came off a week ago by the way so they don't count. I don't have a film-star, acne free face. My eye colour isn't striking and my hair isn't glossy or perfectly made up. I don't have manicured nails because in order to play the piano I need to keep them short or they come in the way. I loved to read. So this gave me the typically nerdy-vibe. Needless to say, my quiet self thought it too much of an effort to correct others on their views and let them think that way. But I was thin. And 'curvy' if you may. I was short but it worked for me. I think that I could have looked pretty if it weren't for the bits and pieces of acne that decided to take up an almost permanent residence on my face.

That's what life was like for me, Isabella Swan. The new girl in town.

My first day at school hadn't been too bad. In fact it had been bearable. Most of the people avoided me and let me be on my own.

Over the course of a few months people finally took notice that I wasn't a very social person and except for the six girls I had befriended the rest either ignored me most of the time or the few of the popular too cool for me types tried to annoy me by commenting on the fact that they never heard my voice and what not. I was cool with it. Never reciprocated, in hopes of them getting bored and dropping it. I was right to a certain extent.

Edward Cullen—supposedly the hottest guy in school—and his friends would now just occasionally comment on my behaviour but leave me the hell alone most of the time.

I was glad and reveled in the fact.

I never really saw what was so great about Edward. He looked nothing more than the average guy who was just gifted in the brain department, in music, sports and fooling around. He was nothing too good to look at, though I could safely say that he was way out of my league. Hell almost everyone was.

I was in my senior year when all this happened. My braces were already off, I had started wearing lenses instead of my usual rimless glasses and my face was clearing up of its acne…it was a good thing.

Then, the class trip came up and everyone was compelled to participate I had no choice but to tag along. Little did I know that tagging along could almost cost me my life and my invisibility.