Chapter 1 – I don't deserve this!
(Rosalie POV)
I hadn't exactly planned on becoming an angel. But then I hadn't planned on dying young either! Well, you don't, do you?
If I had thought about it, I'd have said that kind of thing was strictly for Angela Rockwell. Angela was a big hit with all the teachers at my school and WAY more suitable angel material than yours truly. But I guess they saw something special in me- whatever that might be!
But there you go. Angela's still on planet Earth, writing her soppy little pathetic poems about rain and violets. And I'm, well –Not!
Know what I thought, when I got knocked down? Now Ill never get the chance to prove I'm better than that sissy Angela wrong.
See what I mean? My last moments on Earth and that's all I could come up with. I am SO not poetic.
I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea about me! I was so not totally a bad person! I didn't torture small animals, or go ranting and raving about our estate, scaring old ladies. I just was never psyched about school!
Shortly before I died, Miss Rogers caught me flipping through a magazine in class. Honestly, you would think I had committed a major crime by the way she was acting! "When will you realize there is more to life than makeovers, Rosalie?" she yelled.
But I do, Miss Rogers, I do, I thought. There's watching MTV, hanging out with my mates. Ooh and flirting with boys – which wasn't hard for me since I was blonde, blue eyed and gorgeous! And most sacred of all, Wahoo, SHOPPING!
But I didn't share these thought with my teacher. I might be a bimbo, but I'm a very polite bimbo. Whereas Miss Rogers showed me no respect whatsoever! "Rosalie Hale you are just an airhead with a bad attitude!" She snapped at me the other day.
On the last day of term she said something so sarcastic I get the chills just thinking about it. "School is irrelevant to you isn't it Rosalie?" she said in a scornful voice. "You're just killing time until your spotter by a talent scout and get signed up as a TV presenter."
I nearly fell off my chair. Did Miss Rogers read my secret diary? Not even my best friends knew about my secret fantasy dream! I was like she had deliberately set out to humiliate me, basically telling me in front of the whole class that my sad little dream would never come true!
I didn't let her see that she had got to me, obviously. So, I just did my bored shrug, and spent the rest of her class peeling varnish off my nails.
But, the minute I got home, I bawled my eyes out. First, I cried all over Mum. Then Den, my step dad, came in and I choked out my story all over again." Silly old battle Axe," Den said. "What does she know?"
"Yeah, she's a ole battle axey" said my five year old little sister said fiercely. Actually my teacher was depressingly glamorous. But if my family wanted to picture her as a bitter old bat- who was I to stop them?
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