A/N: Hey guys. I know this is pretty short, but I promise the others will be longer. I just wanted to get this out, but I felt it didn't go with any actual chapter. So, her it is.
The Lowdown on Edward Cullen
Forks is where it started. I blame Forks.
No, I'm not talking about eating utensils. Forks just happens to be the name of my hometown. I know, it's weird. Blame the pioneers, not me.
I've lived here since I was five. Dad and I moved after he divorced my mother back in Phoenix. I missed her, but I was way more comfortable with my dad than with her and all her boyfriends.
My life was pretty average (boring as hell) until my freshman year of high school. That's when he moved to Forks. Edward Cullen.
He's been in every single one of my classes since his first day. That means that I've seen him every day all day for the past three years. It's enough to drive me insane. Why? Because he's Edward Cullen.
He's practically perfect. He's pretty much a model with his bronze hair and captivating green eyes. But aside from that, he's got a great personality. He's in all the honors classes, so he's brilliant. He's an excellent musician, which is a trait any girl would love. He's funny in sarcastic sort of way. He hardly talks and has this mysterious thing about him. And he's got this smile that just takes my breath away. There's really only one fault I see in him. He's blind.
Not literally. If that were the case I wouldn't mind. I'm talking about the fact that I've been in love with him for three years and he doesn't know.
Freshman year, I was invisible to him until he started dating my best friend, Alice. Thank the lord that didn't last long. Sophomore year, he only talked to me when he wanted homework or something. Junior year we became friends, sort of. He talked to me sometimes, but never outside of school.
Now it's my last year in high school. Senior year. I came to a conclusion over the summer. I wasn't really in love with him. I was in love with the idea of him. That had to be it. You can't possibly love someone from first impressions and a handful of short conversations. That year, I was going to get over him, branch out.
That plan lasted about the first five minutes of my senior year. After that, I was lost in those deep green orbs while he talked about his summer at the front of the classroom.
So here I am, a quarter of the way through my twelfth year of school, once again giving him my homework while I internally curse this small frigid town for my three (now going on four) years of misery.
Yeah, I know. I'm pretty screwed up.
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