"Love me! Who would ever love me?" I shouted down the stairs violently slamming the door behind me, separating me from the rest of the world. Why would any one love me? I'm a loser. The family failure as my parents would say. I will never live up to their standards.

"Fine Isabella, have it your way! Stay up in your room and starve for all I care," my mother yelled up the stairs. She wasn't my mom any more. She hadn't been for awhile. As she cusses and mutters something I really don't care about or understand, she, and my father, walked out the door slamming it behind her. Oh, well. Her lose.

I don't see why they would ever want me to go to their banquet in the first place. I hate them. I just can't seem to fit in with her people. The rich and the classy blah blah blah.

I'm not like them. I'm an artist and a dreamer. A rebel and a fighter. You can't break me and I do not forgive or forget. But my heart is finally breking.

Grabbing a maker I write the words 'Love me and please try not to lose me' on my wall. Because everyone is losing me much faster than they think. Oh yea, my name is Isabella Swan, and this is who I am and what I do.