I walked up the steep stairs of the main office of Forks High, pushed open the ancient door, and introduced myself. The secretary frowned at my bluntness, but forced a smile and gave me the schedule of the day, asking a overly-friendly boy to guide me. In silence, we walked to a tiny beige building, the history room. He broke the silence as we walked through the door, "Hey! My name's Mike, I hear that yours is Rosaline?"
"Rosalie," I stared at him, without any trace of smile on my face. I never wanted to move here. I never would have came here if my mother wasn't so selfish and cared about herself more than me, her biggest regret. I sat myself beside a quiet looking girl, trying to escape Mike and his over-gelled dishwater blond hair. I glanced my seatmate, a slim, pretty girl. She has pale skin, and dark shadows under her eyes as if someone just punched her. The girl has golden eyes, a extremely unusual shade. She stopped fiddling with her brown hair and took notice of me. She smiled, "You're the chief's daughter?"
"How fast the words spread," The bell rang and a old professor entered. I tilted my chair away from the girl. The teacher gave the assignment, a essay about some queen beheaded by her fat husband. I doodled on my paper, bored to death.
The bell finally rang after pages of doddle. I sat at a empty table, picking at my cold pasta. Three freshmen sat across from me, they looked like my seatmate with their pale skin and dark eye bags. Another boy, a extremely muscular one, sat down and stared intently at me. He stood up wanting to step closer to me when his blond brother, not as muscular but equally strong looking, stopped him. The first boy continued to stare at me like I was a delicious meal rather than a person. Giving them a dirty look, I finished my lunch.