Cold, rude—is how you first saw Rosalie when you were new to Forks High school. She was the original mean girl, besides the fact she didn't spread any gossip. She ignored everyone, quite literally.

She didn’t talk to just anyone. Only her family—the Cullen’s. White, pale, golden eyes… they all looked the same yet different. You'd heard from some other kid that they were siblings, and it did look like that. But something about them was intriguing.

One day. Rosalie sat behind you, her eyes were burning into your back. You were bothering her. She didn't have any special talents like her siblings, but she knew when she had to do something. Your whole existence mocked her. You were just as pretty, just as perfect.. but you were human! Something Rosalie was lacking.

Rosalie didn’t peep a word, as she glared at you. Almost expecting you to turn around and ask her the question. Rosalie hated talking to humans, but she needed to talk to you. It was an urge that needed filling. Just who was this new kid?