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PREFACE
I STARED AT THE MIRACULOUS HUMAN BEINGS IN ASTONISHMENT. THEIR MARBLE SKIN as white as snow, their intense and beautiful topaz eyes; that you couldn't help but stare at them as they made their way to their classes and sat together at lunch. Five of them sat at the table talking to one another in quiet murmurs, occasionally laughing at one's input.
They sat alone, avoiding any contact with people outside of their group.
It had been that way for a while, my eyes and soul curious and longing for attention from them. I craved their company in the strangest way. I had always been the one to stare at them, other kids stealing quick glances in their way occasionally too as they passed. There was something about them that made my heart race, that made my palms sweat and made me feel anxious. I continued to stare, when the most beautiful one met my eyes…dangerous, guarded…hatred. I tried to glance away from embarrassment, my cheeks a flushing crimson red, but the way he stared at me kept my lock on his gaze.
Edward Cullen.
His bronze hair swept back in perfection and his cold, golden eyes mesmerized me. He didn't return my embarrassed smile, but looked away as if from anger going back to his group's quiet discussion.
It would change from day to day. Either they would talk quietly amongst themselves, or they would say nothing, looking in opposite directions. Nothing in particular usually. I tried to avoid their eyes, especially one scrutinizing pair of hatred towards me. She glared in my direction every time I glanced at her, as though she knew I was watching them all this time, her perfect pink lips spread into an angry line. The look of hatred didn't take away her beauty.
Rosalie Hale.
He long blonde hair rested in curls past her shoulders. She had the same liquid topaz eyes as the rest of them. Her response to my staring was always of disgust. I had never spoken to her. What could I have possibly done to make her view towards me so horrible?
A taller male sat next to her, his black hair cropped short. A huge grin was spread across his face every time I looked at him, although he would never return my gaze. His expression was playful, like an older brother messing with his brothers and sisters. That's what they were, brothers and sisters. A family.
Emmett Cullen.
His broad shoulders and height had nothing to do with the view I had of him. The way he reacted to the things his brothers and sisters said was so sincere and humorous. I couldn't help but laugh along. I seemed to get by without my group of friends noticing.
On the right of him sat a shorter male compared to the older brother. His curly blonde hair was styled as he sat there motionless, like he was trying very hard not to move, or communicate with anyone.
Jasper Hale.
He just simply nodded when he was spoken to and smiled occasionally at the girl sitting next to him.
Alice Cullen.
Her short, pixy like figure was only the beginning of her fragile structure. Her short black hair flipped at the ends as she sat close to him, her expression always bright and happy.
The Cullen's. My future life.