Hey everyone this is just a prolouge but it has great significance to the story. There is some information you will need that is given in this chapter!
xx Caz
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Pretty is just a word, chosen to compare someone or something to someone or something else in the world. You hear it come from everyone's lips everyday, it's a common fact. People use the word to critise others around them, either in jealousy or just plain cruelness. But what some people never stop to think about is how much of an effect that one word can have on somebody's life. There are so many examples in the world; depression is usually what happens when the word is used against someone in a mean offence. But on some rare occasions that depression can lead to some other things, things that can be fatal. Anorexia, Bulimia, Slashing of wrists and sometimes Suicide. The thing is, every time that single word is spoken one of these things could happen to the person.
When I turned seventeen I moved half way across the world to a small town in Washington, Forks. I was an average looking girl with dull brown hair that draped off my shoulders and flat brown eyes that looked like cardboard, I had a slender figure and hadn't filled out properly yet. I didn't have legs that went for days, boobs the size of Pamela Anderson's or a plastic face, but I did have talent. I was in Forks on a scholarship. I had applied to a school that rejected me, only to tell me that they recommended me to go to the world's most famous, expensive creative arts school in history. Academy Of The Arts or as some people call it AOTA. It was my dream since I was a little girl to be accepted into the school and be able to do what I loved the most and now I had the chance.
My mother and father got divorced when I was twelve, my mother died from cancer a year later and so I was left in the care of my Aunt Helen, who in all of the odds, helped me through life more than anyone else did. Aunt Helen died in a car accident a day before my seventeenth birthday so instead of being pawned onto another relative I decided to enroll in a school and live there. I sent applications out everywhere and got a lot of acceptances back, but one caught my eye, it said:
Dear Isabella Swan
We unfortunately cannot accept you into this school for your abilities in the Arts are far beyond what we teach. We on our own accord have sent your application form to another school of the Arts, one we think you would be better suited to. You may have heard of them before, they are well known in the Arts world. AOTA have replied back to us and are so thrilled to have another school request a scholarship for a student.
In good news, they have accepted you into the school, all forms and legal documents are attached. They were so pleased with your standards that they want you ASAP. Instead of the two year waiting period, you are invited to the school next semester to start.
Congratulations!
Kind regards
CAI (Creative Arts Institution)
I was so thrilled that I called my father, who happened to live in Forks already and told him I would be flying down sometime soon to live with him.
The move to forks not only gave me new opportunities to have a better future but to make a better person of myself and my abilities. It is also where my life changed, because of that one little word. That one word ruled my existence and the existence of the people around me.
This is a story of my life and how it changed with a sentence.
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Lol I'm such a drama queen.
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