The year is 2004 it's the Summer before 7th grade Rosalie, Alice, Bella, Tanya, and Kate are all 12.

Rosalie POV:

"Those bitches!" I screamed as I ripped up the last picture of Jane, Chelsea, and I.

My two supposed bestfriends, Jane Molina and Chelsea Ware had stolen my flag piece and they where too shit headed to admit it. I wanted to kill them, literally grab them by there necks and squeeze the life out of them.

Whoa! your thoughts are getting a little out of control here. I took a deep breath and composed myself.

I looked around my room at the mess I had made. All of my throw pillows had been thrown around the room, one of them was caught at the top of my canopy bed. The crystal ball with a castle inside that Jane had gotten me from her trip to Disney world in 6th grade was busted open and all of the water and glitter that was inside was now staining my carpet. The pictures of Chelsea, Jane, and I where scattered across the carpet some where ripped in half others where crumpled. The contents of my dresser drawers was thrown about the room and my perfumes, make-up, and jewelry where all thrown atop my dresser.

I smirked to myself pleased with my mess. I grabbed a pair of my pink Victoria's Secret Pink sweat pants that had Pink written in black across the butt and my Forks Libiton Academy field hockey tee shirt and threw it on.

I grabbed a pillow from off the ground and climbed into my bed. I curled myself up next to my pillow under my pink duvet cover. I looked around my room one last time I was going to have to keep Greta, the housekeeper, from telling my parents about this mess.

Ever since my older sister Laura went bat crazy two years ago and had to be sent to Seattle Memorial Health Hospital my parents have never treated Jasper and I the same. Jasper was older than me by one year and was honestly my bestfriend. We were the only ones that really knew about each other. Ever since my parents found out about Laura they drugged her up and sent her to a mental ward Jasper and I knew we couldn't tell them about our problems. I didn't know what it was. If it was some hereditary disease or if it had something to do with growing up with Richard and Linda Hale as parents, but either way the Hale kids where screwed.

Back when we lived in Seattle I wasn't aware that there was anything wrong with me I just thought being angry was a normal thing. I thought all kids pushed other kids because they just could, I thought everybody made fun of fat kids, and putting gum in another girls hair, I mean seriously who hadn't done that?

I also thought that my sister, Laura was normal too. Laura used to cut herself and being only 9 at the time I didn't really understand it. But after my parents found out and Laura screamed bloody murder at them for taking away her razor blades, I knew that it wasn't normal. My parents took her to at least nine different doctors and had her on three different kinds of medication, but I guess it didn't work because she tried to kill herself. You'd think my parents would realize that what she needed was love and support, but instead they put her on more pills and sent her off to the psych ward. After that we moved from Seattle to the prestigious, small town of Forks, WA.

Jasper and I instantly became popular. I befriended Jane Molina and Chelsea Ware and became the girl of Forks Libiton Academy. I was the girl that every guy wanted and the other girls, even older girls, wanted to be. I was popular, loved, and adored something I wasn't back in Seattle thanks to my psycho sister and it made me feel good, it made me feel powerful. Of course my anger issues would sometimes get in the way and for that I had Jasper my loving, protective older brother. He knew we couldn't tell mom and dad so he covered for me every time I had one of my tantrums. I needed him today…

Flashback:

I was finally a sixth grader which meant I was allowed to participant in the annual Forks Libiton Academy Flag Ceremony. It was like a treasure hunt of sorts. Pieces of the Forks flag where cut up and hidden in different places around the campus. A week before the hunt began the school handed out flyers with clues as to where the flag's pieces could be listed on it. Whoever found a flag piece got to decorate it however you wanted and when the flag was sewn back together it was buried in the time capsule, a ceremony was held, and those who found the pieces where celebrated.

It was only my first year participating and I had found a flag piece. I stumbled upon it by accident. Jane, Chelsea, and I decided to skip our math lesson and we where roaming the halls when we spotted the principal, Mrs. O'Conner in the halls as well. I had grabbed Chelsea and Jane by their Forks Academy sweaters and dragged them into a maintenance closet. We could hear Mrs. O'Conner's heels clicking down the hallway and while we waited for the sound to disappear I spotted it. It was the blue cloth that made up the Forks flag and it was hanging on top of a giant water heater. I was about to reach for it but stopped when I heard Jane and Chelsea giggle. I looked at them hoping that hadn't seen the piece, but they where to busy looking outside the door they cracked open.

"The coast is clear" Jane whispered and Chelsea giggled.

I just rolled my eyes at them. I couldn't get the flag with them watching. I came back that afternoon after school was commenced and had Jasper get the flag down for me. He wasn't jealous or anything he didn't really care about the 'honor' that came with finding a flag piece and he was proud of his little sister being only her first year to participate and finding a flag piece.

I spent the next week decorating it. I had drew this really cool manga frog, the Chanel logo, and girl playing field hockey. I even spent forever trying to get the Louis Vuitton symbol perfect, I had copied it straight from my mother's bag. Of course I bragged to Jane and Chelsea about it, and those bitches had the nerve to steal it.

Present Day

So Today after I told them what ugly, pathetic pile of shits they both are I came home and destroyed my room. A little dramatic don't you think? Me too. But I just couldn't stop.

I felt myself leaning down towards the edge of my bed. My eyes fluttered open and where greeted with the sight of Jasper. He looked at me with both his eyebrows kinked and a small, sad smile on his face.

"I love what you've done with the place" he said sarcastically.

I just glared at him. I almost had forgotten about Chelsea, Jane, and the whole trashing my room incident, but of course Jasper had to remind me first thing when I wake up.

I opened my eyes wider and peered around the room. The clothes where grouped up into a pile beside my dresser but hidden from sight to anyone who looked in from the door, the pictures I had ripped and crumpled where no longer on the floor, and my pillows where neatly stacked on the other side of my bed. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Was Greta here already?" I asked while looking at my clock. It was only 7:30 a.m. Greta didn't get here until 9 usually.

"No." Was all he said.

"Jasper you didn't have to" I began but he cut me off.

"Yeah I did, did you forget the charity drives today?"

Oh right the Annual Forks Charity Drive where rich families gave their old chandeliers and Last seasons designer coats to the less fortunate. Seriously what are poor people going to do with designer clothing? But it did good for my image and my mother was the spokeswoman for the Forks Charity Group.

"Oh yeah I guess I did forget" I stumbled out a bit dazed. What was going on with me?

"Um Okay?" Jasper said with a confused look on his face. Probably thinking the same thing I was.

"Well then I guess I should get ready" I said picking up my temperpedic pillow and hitting him over the head with it. "Get out."

"That's what I get for cleaning your room?" He asked as he walked out.

"Thank you" I yelled after him.

I got up from my bed and walked over to my cherry stained oak dresser that was in front of my canopy bed. I looked in the mirror and staring back at me was not a good sight. I had dark circles under my eyes and my face was flushed. My hair was a knot in itself and when I looked down to inspect my nails I found my freshly manicured nails chipped and ruined.

That's what I get for punching the wall.

I looked at the clock. It was 7:40 am. The charity drive didn't start until 10 am. I had plenty of time.

I grabbed my robe hanging off of my door handle and headed towards my single bathroom. I was so thankful I didn't have to share with Jasper. He has a habit of leaving his dirty jockstrap and his smelly lacrosse jersey on his bathroom floor. I didn't want to even think about what the bathtub looked like. I shuddered at the thought of my last time in their.

My bathroom was being remodeled so I had to use Jasper's for a couple of weeks. It was not a pleasant few weeks. My very last time in that bathroom I was taking a shower getting ready for Sunday brunch at the country club when a cockroach crawled out of the drain. I screamed so loud the neighbors came over asking if everyone was okay. After that day I don't even step on that side of the hall.

I entered my bathroom which I had designed. The floors where a dark oak and the walls where a polished silver. My claw foot bathtub was positioned right by the window, which seal held therapeutic candles and a vase of freshly cut lilies that Greta cared for. My shower curtain was a play off of black and white. The backdrop was white while black lines danced across the curtain. My sink had an oak cabinet bottom with modern fixture handles. The sink was a tall oval shape that stuck out above the countertop and my mirror was surrounded by oak and lighting.

I had great taste. I smiled to myself and stepped into my shower thinking over last nights events with Jane and Chelsea.

Flashback:

I was burning mad as I walked up to Chelsea's house where she, Jane, and I where supposed to have our Friday night sleepover which we had every Friday night because we are bestfriends. Correction WERE!

Chelsea and Jane where always so freaking jealous whether it was my looks, my clothes, my boyfriends it didn't matter they always wanted it, they just never took any action, and that was the way it was supposed to stay. And then the bitches got brave and stole the one thing that I really, really wanted and now there dead.

I stomped up the brick path that led to Chelsea's Victorian style house. The rose bushes that where in need of trimming where in my way so I just pushed them out of my way. I could feel the thorns scratching up my newly manicured nails which I had gotten done with Jane just the other day, but didn't care.

I knocked loudly on the door until someone answered. It was peeved looking Chelsea.

"Jesus Rose put a hole in the door why don't you" she said looking at me disgusted.

I just scoffed at her "How about I put a hole in your face."

I came down to her eye level. I was just inches from her face and I could feel how heavily I was breathing.

"What's up with you" she scoffed.

"Look here bitch" I said glaring at her then I noticed Jane in the background watching on with an amused expression on her face.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your ugly face Jane cause this goes for you too" I growled.

The smile immediately turned into an angry frown, but she wouldn't dare say something back and she knew it.

"If you two, sad, pathetic bitches think you can get a one up on me you have another thing coming"

"Rosalie what are you talking about" asked Chelsea her eyes wide and afraid, but I knew that trick.

"Save the ugly act for someone else Chels, I'm done with you two, and you two are done in Forks."

I completed my rant before Mrs. Ware came in. Her face lit up as soon as she saw me like it always did. Honestly the woman loved me more than her own daughter, but nobody could blame her.

"Rosalie are you ready to party tonight?" she asked excitedly. I almost felt bad for having to turn her down.

"Not tonight, sorry Mrs. Ware, my mom wants me home to help her get ready for the charity drive" I lied smoothly.

She nodded and smiled sadly. I smiled at Chelsea and Lauren but my eyes where staring death at them and they knew it.

With that I left and reeked havoc on my room.

End Flashback

I was taking the last look of my finished self in the mirror. I was wearing a jersey knee length skirt that went from a lighter shad of blue to a darker shade of blue from the top of the skirt to the bottom. My shirt was a tight fitting white cotton blouse that I wore under my DKNY jean jacket. I finished it off with my Juicy Couture silver flower petal necklace and Marc Jacobs daisy perfume.

I did an up close inspection of my face. I used an extra amount of my MAC concealer to cover up the dark circles around my eyes and I finished it off with Smashbox pressed powder. I used a gold/cream colored eye shadow with light black eyeliner and mascara. My hair was left down in it's naturally wavy state with my bangs bobby pinned back.

My nails I had painted over with my favorite white MAC nail polish and my toe nails which where on display in my silver gladiator sandals where also painted white.

I looked impeccable and I had to. Because today would be step one into total domination of Forks. I was going to form a new clique and Chelsea and Jane where not going to be apart of it. I was finally going to be in 7th grade. I was going to be thirteen and nothing was going to ruin this year for me flag piece or not.

I greeted my mother downstairs who was busy loading our donations into her silver Mercedes-Benz. I grabbed a granola bar from out of the pantry ,because they served lunch at the charity drive, and helped her load up the next few boxes.

On my way out with the last box I noticed the Denali family, my next door neighbors loading their car up with donations as well. There was Irina Denali, an uptight bitch. She was going to be a senior this coming year along with her sexy boyfriend Royce Hamilton. Then there was Kate Denali. Second best always to her sister and when it comes to field hockey, me. We had been on the same team in sixth grade but never really talked much. I looked at her and when she finally noticed me she waved excitedly. I just turned back and began walking into the house. I smiled to myself, looks like I've got my first member…

At the Charity drive I spent my time bringing boxes back in forth from people dropping off donations to inside the community hall where the donations were kept. In there where four girls, Alice Brandon, Isabella Swan, Kate Denali, and Tanya Richardson. I was honestly impressed with these girls. Alice Brandon, tiny as she was, could lift boxes full of heavy winter coats and carry them all the way across the room. Isabella Swan, who I found out liked to be called Bella had her own funky style and her peacock feather earrings where cute. Tanya Richardson, who although couldn't fit into a size 4 to save her life had on these really adorable brown leather boots, and Kate, always the perfectionist like her sister, had impeccable penmanship. They where all intimidated by me at first, but once I had complimented them all on their own unique talents we had settled into a comfortable conversation by lunch.

They where serving a buffet of cucumber sandwiches, stuffed peppers, different kinds of cheese, and pasta's. I noticed Chelsea and Jane where absent of course. They wouldn't come to an event they knew I would be at and possibly risk a public embarrassment. I grabbed Alice, Bella, Kate, and Tanya and we all ate lunch together.

By the time lunch was over I actually found myself starting to like these four totally different girls. Alice, the swimmer who was always making a quirky joke. Bella, the outcast who was just down to earth and relatable, Kate, the perfectionist, who's retentive personality actually suited her, and of course sweet little Tanya who politely laughed at Alice's jokes, even the ones that weren't funny. I had found my new clique, phase one complete.

I just had to smile at myself with that one.

"So I was thinking" I started. All of the girl's attention immediately snapped to me which made me smile even more. "We should all get together at my house, when is a good day for you all?" I quirked my eye at them. They all looked shocked at first, they should be. I, Rosalie Hale, was asking them for a sleepover at my house. If I where in their place I probably would've shit my pants.

They all recovered about the same time and answered with a jumble of "anytime is good for me", "whenever you want", and "What's good for you."

I smiled at all of them and made eye contact with each of them before answering. "Well it's summer and tomorrow is Sunday, how about we meet at my house around noon?" I questioned. They all nodded. "And we head over to the club pool, catch some sun and then spend the night at my house."

A chorus of "That sound's great" and "Perfect" rung out among the four of them.

I noticed my mom waving me over. She was obviously ready to go.

"Well great, I have to go but here's my number" I pulled out my eyeliner from my purse and wrote my number on the napkin. "Each of you put it in your phone and call if you need help finding my house" I said even though I knew they wouldn't. Everyone knew where I lived.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

As I walked away I heard their goodbye's. I went up to my mom who dragged me to the car. Well she had done her charity for the year. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile. Tomorrow was a new beginning.