Elizabeth

       I opened my eyes once the bell rang, and saw a note on my desk, I took it and got my stuff, leaving class with Edward. I opened the note as he went to his class, and I fought to hold in my tears.

                          Hey, Elozawhore! How are you? Good, I presume? Oh,
                  I'm so sorry, Miss Whøre, am I talking to formal for you to
                  understand? Let me put this lightly. Don't go to the dance,
                  you will only embarrass you, you stupid whøre.

I bit my lip, and walked into my class. I pulled out my sketch book as the teacher gave us free time, and I began to draw out what I felt. Something I had randomly made, not caring about what it looked like.

I saw people looking at me and I shut the book before it was seen. This was what my life has been like for me, just as I mentioned before. Yes, there were people who did not be mean to me. I loved that.

It was amazing. It was like. . .like my life was not that bad. Which it is not.

Thus, the reason I do not tell anyone of what is occurring. What do I matter? I am freak. . .a failure. . .depressed. . .pathetic. Right? Words hurt so much!

Actions.

They speak louder than words, but that does not mean the words are not clearly heard. I hear them so well, read them so well. I mean, like I believe I had said before, I have a locker with a box inside, that has all the notes I have been given!

As I walked into Art, I saw Jasper glare at me as I sat by him. I scooted my chair away, and ignored it. "Okay, class! In the spirit of Valentine's, we will all do a painting, one that will have to do with anything lovely.  However, this project will be done at home. The project you will work on here, is clay, since it takes quiet awhile.

"So, what we will be doing for clay, is a sculpture. I do not care what it is, you can do a hand, a bridge, whatever. You all choose. Please bring a cardboard, and a plastic bag to keep your clay in."

Everyone got to work and I pulled my sketch book out, along with my art pencils. "I bet it will look as ugly as you. It will be some miracle to have something pretty from you." Jasper snarled as he got to sketching his own thing.

I ignored him and took off sketching the castle I chose to do.  The ball rang as I was drawing the rocks in, so as to give it an old look, and I quickly cleaned everything up, glad it was empty, besides Mrs. Sanchez sitting at the desk. "Bye, Mrs. Sanchez." I say as I walked out.

I walked into the cafeteria and sat down at my empty table, the table I have sat on for so long. I pulled out my stuff and continued drawing, adding cracks, blister like things in the door. I added vines, some flowers, and a broke window, and finally finished.

My phone buzzed and I looked at it seeing an unknown message. Unknown: Hey, darlin'! This is Peter, I am textin' ya on Char's phone so that she has ya number. Bye, darlin'!

Me: Okay, Peter, I'll save her in my contacts, bye, Peter!

I saved the contact and put everything up. I then went back into my own world. Something that was not good.

~ •x • ~

After school I took my box out of the locker, and got in the Volvo with Edward. He held my hand, and we began to ride back home. When we arrived home I saw Carlisle and Bella standing on the porch. "Edward, I need to talk to you." Bella says, as we step out.

"Alright, I will see you later, Liz." Edward says kissing my cheek, before they took off running. I went inside and saw Esme, Emmett, and Alice sitting down all doing something.

"Hey, Liz, wanna play? Jasper is to busy in his study." Emmett says as he paused the game.

"'M sorry, Em, but I need to go to the store, to get paint and a canvas. I just came to change."

"It's fine, Liz, I will see you later." Emmett went back to the game, and I ran upstairs to change. I put on some jeans, a black shirt, a black sweatshirt and some tennis shoes, before I brushed my hair into a ponytail, and I took my keys from my drawer, and ran downstairs going outside and beginning to walk around Cheshire, going to the store I went to before.

The man who owned the store smiled at me and brought out a box, "I was wondering when the princess would arrive. Here is all kinds of paint's, all doubled up. Here is a basket for you to use as well, good-bye my dear."

I smiled and took the basket, "Thank-you, I will see you soon!" I began walking away and went into a store that also knew me well.

The cashier smiled as I went through the store, getting some clothes. After an hour I finally went home and once I got there I saw Emmett. He took the cart and walked upstairs, "What-?"

"I told him to, we need to talk." Edward says as he looked at me.  I then realized everyone around us.

"What's wrong?" I ask worried something may have happened to Nessie, who was in La Push.

"Don't act dumb! How could you do that?" Edward snapped glaring so harshly at me.  "You better not ever talk to me or Carlisle again. We hate you! You are a stupid whøre!"

I heard gasps, but what hurt the most was when Edward slapped me in the face, knocking me down, "Bro!" Emmett says as he helped me back up. I ignored my hurting face that I knew was marked and swollen, and looked at him.

One look, and I ran upstairs. I slammed my door shut and fell onto my bed, "Why does everyone hate me?" I ask myself as tears streamed down my face. "Why?" I yell into the darkness knowing no one was listening.

That's when I realized the thing that hurt so much. . .

. . . . .

. . . . . . . .I am loosing my best friends. . .my family. .  .

. . .my love's.

[a/n; So you are getting insight. What do you think?
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