((Author's Note: This is my first story, so...I hope it's okay. :) ))
Hello. My name is Anne Cordelia Susanne White. I have long white hair (naturally actually, since I'm an albino) and crimson eyes, but I wear contacts to make them look purple. I'm fairly short, only about five foot two inches, and really skinny- I'm only 85 pounds. But I have really big boobs for some reason, which I actually hate. They make me stick out, and while guys tend to like them, girls like to confront me with accusations of me having had plastic surgery to make them this big (I have double-d's). But I mostly ignore what they say, since they're just bitches anyway. Well, not all of them are. I'm bisexual, you see, so I do like girls. Some girls. Definitely not all of the ones who make my life a living hell.
Really, is it that important to the bullies to make sure that I have a miserable life? I've never done anything to anyone, never talked bad about anybody, and never...well...never even had a relationship before. But people call me a slut and a freak because of my white hair and big boobs, which I don't understand in the least. I'm a virgin, unlike the actual whores and sluts in my school. But they say it anyway. Oh, that's right. My school.
I go to Fork's Public High School, in Forks Washington. There are a few people that I like there, like my crushes, Alice and Edward Cullen, but...not many other people. I hear that Isabella Swan (or, Bella for short) has been saying pretty nasty things about me behind my back. So Edward probably doesn't like me very much at all, especially since he dotes on Bella like a fucking...not servant, but more...like a loving slave. She's got him wrapped around her finger like a fucking moron. I only hope that when I get into a relationship, that it isn't like that.
"Hello, bitch!" Speak of the devil...
"What do you want, Bella?" I ask slowly, training my purple eyes in on her ugly face. She looked like she was going to start a fight with me or something, which I really wasn't in the mood for. If anything, I'd try to kick her ass. That'd give her a reason to stay away from be, that was, if I was successful. Which I probably wouldn't be, with her lurking and hot overprotective boyfriend somewhere in the background.
"I have a bone to pick with you," she said, glaring down at my small frame. I rolled my eyes. What could she possibly want from me, other than to make my life terrible?!
"Why?" I snapped, folding my arms in front of my chest in a protective manner. It put a barrier between us, which I could quickly dissolve if I wanted to punch that rat's nasty face in, if provoked enough.
"I heard from a little birdie that you've got the hots for my boyfriend," she hissed. She reached out to slap me, but was blocked by someone.
"Edward?!"
((Author's Note: Was it good? Please tell me!))