Here is just a small prologue for a story idea of mine. If you want to see it in action, please review and I will continue it. Thank you!
There were no such thing as vampires, I knew that much. Unlike those my age now, I did not aspire to become a vampire when I grew older, I vaguely remembered wanting to be a great scientist that would eventually find the solution to cancer. I got over that silly obsession eventually, and have since turned my hand at drawing. There were no such thing as vampires, I knew that much. Then why did Tanya and Rosalie, the queen bitches of my school, keep insisting of cutting me open and slurping up my blood in some disturbing attempt at sustaining their youth and beauty? I swear to god, today's movie empire had got us all pretty much fucked up.
My name is Bella Swan, and I lived in Forks. Ever since this abuse started in freshmen year, when I'd be yanked into the girl's bathroom or into the janitor's closet, I was labelled as an outcast, as my scars looked as if I were self-inflicting them. I lived with my dad, Charlie, and he didn't hover. He was utterly and blissfully oblivious. And as much as I'd hate to admit it, the shit fucking worked. Rosalie and Tanya wore faces that glowed almost as pale and as porcelain as the December snow caught under moonlight.
They owned the damn school. But I bet there were a few red faces around here when real vampire Edward Cullen showed up...
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