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I don't own Twilight, but I do own my OC.

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P.S I have kind of used my first name as the OC, only because I'm massively self-centered.

Summary: Lara's name means cheerful, and she certainly isn't. She hates Twilight, so what happens if she is forced into the Twilight universe. Time to have some fun with Sparkles.

Lara P.O.V

"I can't believe you don't like Twilight, Lar." Melissa whined, crossing her arms over her chest. I unleashed my mega death glare, and she flinched.

"Twilight is the biggest load of crap, the only good, non-Volturi character is Rosalie because she's a bitch," My true opinion on the character, "And I believe that it was written by monkeys." I grinned at her, and turned on my feet, stalking out of the school cafeteria.

Hello, I'm Lara Swan, having that last name has been Hell since Twilight was published. I've read them all, sure, and the only page I could stand was the... Oh wait, there wasn't one. I'm small, of average weight, and I have dyed my hair long electric blue, just for the thrill of it. My eyes are green, and I absolutely despise Twilight.

Thats right, the shitty books make me scream in annoyance. Worst part is, everyone suspects me of loving them, because of my name.

Life sucks.

I walked into my next class - my favourite, Art - and had to sit next to this new girl. She creeped me out to no end.

"Blasphemy." She muttered. I turned towards her, raising an eyebrow.

"What did you say?"

"Blasphemy. You said you didn't like Twilight."

My head hit the table with an extremely painful thud.

"So?" I asked weekly.

"You'll pay." And with that, she just got up and left.

"What. The. Fu-"

"Miss Swan, would you please remain quiet." My monotone teacher scolded. I rolled my eyes, but gave him a large grin, just to piss him off.

After that, school was normal, boring and I luckily had one friend who didn't like Twilight, so we just mainly spoke about Morganville Vampires - Because those vampires burn. Much better than Sparkles in the gay little town of Sporks, or whatever it was.

I went to bed that night after half-heartedly doing some Chemistry homework, and shoving a whole bar of chocolate down my throat my supper.

I didn't know the next day was going to change my life.

Hell seemed like a better place.

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It's short because it's kind of a prologe.

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- INDIGO FATE