.:. Prologue .:.

People hate me.

Some hate me enough to throw there jimmy choo's at me.

People. Hate. Me

Utterly despise me, right to the edges of my foam blue chipped toe-nails.

Whenever I meet people I have feel compelled to say "Hi, my name is Bella Swan and people hate me!" believe me, after trying this once…not exactly one of the best conversation starter.

People hate me, people hate me, peoplehateme.

No I am not doing crack, and I'm not some depressed wall flower, and I'm not chemically imbalanced, I do not suffer from the sad demise of self-pity, and no, paranoid agoraphobe is so last Tuesday.

I graduated in the university of York, I spend every other Christmas eve at the soup kitchen, I have the girls next door look, not metallic slut from fuck ville, not the creepy old lady with the cat and the acorn tree, and defiantly not a -shudder- Politian. Brown hair, brown eyed, totally safe. Like a baby-sitter from friends or your cheery cashier at Wall-Mart.

I go to church every 3 years, I have a toothbrush, I don't stare at couples making out, unless well…there famous. I do know how to bake, I'm still a virgin. And I've never been drunk before.

I am a 24 year old women, I DO give to charity. Once I even gave a pair of prada heels to the poor. Okay poor was my best friend, and no she is not technically poor, but it was Christmas, and boy do those women bite. See? Not all devils where prada. A few people do like me, my friends, my employer (okay yes, I do make him money and we used to date, don't give me that look) my daddy and his toy shop for sugar-high kids, and my mother. Wait no, not that last one.

My mother is a-

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!" stupid truck, there goes my burrito.

But people do infact hate me, because I am the paparazzi.

Yes, I am balancing on the very thin line between stalkerazzi and celebrity photographer, sue me.

When I first started out it rubbed the wrong way like…A middle schooler trying on a thong for the first time. I used to write, but then that women who 'raised' me, that

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!" ugh, New York traffic, can't live with it, can't live without it.

Left without so much as a "bye Bella, I'm leaving you now because I was screwing some guy who plays 'ball' for a living and am now pregnant" I decided to quit in the one thing that she wanted me to try so hard in and try something new instead.

Meaning taking pictures of people in R situations. But it didn't all turn out bad.

See one day while I was getting my toes waxed, I came to an empathy that they hate my job, not me personally. So if I ever happened to come across a world famous celebrity without my camera then maybe a descent conversation could happen!

Pshhh.

Not that my friend Alice minds, she on the other hand is a gossip columnist for gossip girl. The only magazine where you can keep your dignity while reading because even your friendly neighbour hood bouncer has a copy sitting at his…podium thing-y. so when I get the pictures of a cheating actress, or a heroin addicted actor. She has first dibs on the pictures. Just add a little sugar to the story and BAM! 100 bucks in cash for a nasty plot.

Whih made her filthy rich, almost everyone in Hollywood reads the magazine! I was at the mall once and I overheard (okay, evesdropped) three conversations at Victoria's secret.

Middle school kids:

"Like OMGEEE did you see that pic of Edward Cullen in GG? He is so Hawt! Not to mention his hair is so pretty! But like Tanya Denali is such a meenie for cheating on Tyler Crowley with him, Edward had nothing to do with it!"

High school kids:

"Like Oh My God! Did you see that pic of Edward Cullen in GG? He is so sexy ! Not to mention his abs are so hot! But like Tanya Denali is suck a slut for cheating on Tyler Crowley with him, Edward had nothing to do with it!"

Tea party ladies:

"Oh my goodness, did you see that photo of Edward Cullen is GG? He is tooo cute! Not to mention his eyes are so beautiful. But that bad apple Tanya Denali is a very mean child for cheating on Tyler Crowley with him, Edward is a good boy, he had nothing to do with it!"

Yes I know, stupid Edward Cullen and his stupid glittery-ness Cullen's too shiny for my taste. Anyway what do "tweens" do at Victoria's secret anyway? Oh yes, look for training bras and take pictures of them in the change room to send to there friends with there glittery pink Paris Hilton phones.

And then my other best friend Jacob. Him being 6"6, one of the biggest guys around makes any girl feel tiny and delicate. Even someone who goes by the name 'killer.' sadly he's gay. But he is an abundance of information. A.K.A. my sidekick during a celeb spotting, he knows where you can find the tiniest bit of info on the said celebrity. Not to mention he is an excellent loiterer.

Yes he collects autographs, but is known all around the internet for his collection. No joke. Yes he can go crazy in trying to get a signature of some person who made out with another person on screen right after I got a probably embarrassing picture of the maker outie.

But I love him anyway.

I hav a small flat right smack in the middle of the big apple. Perfect view too. And my lover waiting at home for me, Bi-Bo. The hottest tabby around. Don't you call me pathetic.

Hello, my name is Bella Swan and, people hate me!

Ugh, I need a new burrito.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this, I need 5 reviews to continue! And 20 hits. I'm not very experienced yet, and am only 13 but I can try! The chapters will be much longer and as you can see this is a prologue, there will be some EPOV thrown in but mostly it will remain in Bella's. Please R and R! by the way this is a cross-over with twilight (obviously) and accidental it girl by Libby street.

-Sky