Hey again! I'd like to say thanks for all the reviews.

Oh and thank you Simply. Tawny for the advice.

In the beginning of the school year I had specifically told my teacher the one thing I wanted to learn the most was how to use comas in sentences correctly- no lie! But apparently in 7th grade they shun the idea of learning about that*gasp* and instead we are forced to learn about alliteration, foreshadowing and hyperboles!

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-November, second week of bet/deal thing-

Edward

Just one picture of every student; easy right?

Wrong.

Not only do people laugh at the disposable camera I carry around in my hands but they all tend to laugh at the person holding the disposable camera.

Oh and secretively just trying to take picture of people? Yeah that's a no go. Just throw that idea out of there.

Because as you-meaning me- lean as casually-while holding a disposable camera-as you can against the lockers, right next to the ladies bathroom and as they walk out just simply snap a picture they don't tend to enjoy that. No matter how much you tell them that is was an 'accident' they feel the need to call you 'pervert' and 'molester' and other crazy stuff while they scream for their boyfriend to either glare you down as they make out or personally pound your face in.

So next time a person decides that going the casual way to take a picture they should first ask themselves just how much they truly value their face.

Because now that I think about it, there is a lot more to laugh about my face then there had been before.

As I lean over the sink and look into the mirror in my bathroom I try to decide whether the purple-blue bruise forming just under my left eye looks more like a hickey gone wrong or like I had gotten mauled by a bear –a certain sexually charged 'bear' that decided to make out with his girlfriend for five minutes while I stood there dumbfounded before then getting to the part where he mauled my face.

I had used to wonder what had been so wrong with how I looked. But, once I hit senior year a little bit of light finally shined onto me why I gotten such weird looks; which was because of my preferred fashion.

For one, I preferred my pants on my hips-where they belonged- and not on the ground. And I liked the lace-up athletic sneakers, even though I was only as athletic and as fast as the Fork High girls in high heels.

But at least I had gotten an upgrade. Thankfully, I no longer felt the need to wear my Spiderman shirts and matching boxers-so those were gone. And I no longer wore the glasses that had been just a tad bit too thick and round to not be dorky.

But, other than my off sense of fashion, at least my face looked fine. Well at least I thought it did. I mean I no longer had acne and my glasses were gone. I always kept my face clean and shaved. And my hair smelt good; right?

Maybe that was what was wrong. My hair.

Probably, most likely the saddest and most lost case of disastrous hair in Forks. Heck probably most likely even in all of Washington.

Let's say someone was to take a container of gel that they had made with whatever ingredients they could get and then styled their hair in the dark under the covers of their bed with their hands tied together. Look at their hair and you'll see the comparison between ours.

That reminds me of last year where a whole bunch of our relatives came to visit. Which included the devil herself; Rosalie.

"You know your hair looks a whole lot better from the last time I had seen it."

I turned slightly, shifting my weight to my other foot. Ten minutes into the family dinner I had retreated to the bathroom. There was nothing more disgustingly embarrassing than beer-bellied Uncles burping and moms cooing over naked baby pictures. Cameras had their ups and downs. And I had never really hated technology so much before.

I looked at Rosalie from the corner of my eye. "Thanks." I mumbled.

Rosalie stepped inside the bathroom and stopped beside me. She flashed a sweet, dazzlingly white toothed smile and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Looks kinda like you just got out of bed."

She leaned forward, fluffed her hair, checked her makeup then smiled devilishly "Or kinda like you just got done with some great sex."

Instantly I felt my cheeks go red with heat. Wow…touching. I glanced down at my reflection before turning to Rosalie.

It took whatever self-esteem I had left to open my mouth. "Yeah, I guess it kinda does. Thanks."

Of course at that moment I had to of been so illogically stupid and open my mouth.

A loud snort escaped Rosalie's smiling lips before she went into a full blown round of laughter.

"Ok. What are you on? Cause whatever it is I want some of it." She let out another loud laugh before flipping her hair behind her shoulder and disappearing out the door.

Wow. I had used to hate family reunions but it were moments like that, that made them all the much more bearable.

Except for the fact that all it took was four little words to yell at a retreating figure to ruin the moment.

"Your such a bitch!"

Yeah that one special word was all it takes to send Rosalie off the edge. I guess that's how I learned; the hard way. Let's just say by the end of the night I had a lot of those hickey gone wrong looking bruises littered across my face and other places that shouldn't be visible to most innocent eyes. And then after that painful memory it's hard not to forget the time I just full out got my head shaved. Yeah bad idea.

One reason why most guys have normal or long hair styles isn't that complicated. Forks. Is. Freaking. Cold.

By the end of my first day with the new hair cut my face was blue and I had water frozen to my head where people had spit and tried to see if they could make my head so shiny that it would burn their eyes. Either karma had it out to get me on that day or people just enjoyed spitting on me on a cold day. I hope neither of those.

So there are a couple notes in my rant that people should remember.

If you don't like the look of hickeys gone wrong or like a bear had mauled your face don't go the casual way.

Don't accept compliments from your evil cousin if it includes them saying something about good sex.

And don't-absolutely don't- let kids spit on your bald head if it's a cold day. Just don't. Really.

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Everyone stared.

I don't know whether I should smile and feel proud that this was one of the first times people had paid attention to me when they weren't either trying to beat me up or playing a round of what not to wear and were pointing me out.

Or if I should hunch my back and shield my eyes because they were most likely staring at the shiner under my left eye and wondering what poor person had to waste their time beating me up.

But, I can happily say I got a compliment today. That one girl that came up to me chewing on gum and had a shirt that looked like it was cutting off her circulation. Yep, she came up to me, looked me in the face, snapped her gum and said, "Wow you're so BA"

But, seeing that I live in Forks and am so socially retarded all I could say back was "Huh?" because honestly at that moment I had thought she meant something along the lines of 'bachelor's degree in arts and sciences'.

And when she gave me a weird look I laughed nervously and said stupidly, "Sorry blonde moment."

So that's why I decided to hunch my back and shield my eyes. Preferably my left one.

Maybe today wasn't the best day to go around and ask for pictures.

Yeah, maybe I'll just keep it low for the next couple of…days.

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I always make em short huh? Wow all I can say is that Edward gives my those annoyingly dorky vibes. I dunno, what about you?

Ya think he should get a makeover or just stay 'special in his own way' and go the casual way for taking pictures?

Because let's face it he's gonna probably have to pay a lot of money to get some peoples pictures by looking like dorkzilla. *ahem* sorry that was lame.

Review please, I live off of them like a dose of…medicine… wow never mind just ignore me.

Wait, I mean just err review then ignore me…that is until next chapter :)