Prologue

People are judgmental. People are mean. People speak cruel words. People talk behind your back. People never understand.

Nobody understands me, and nobody understands what I want.

I'm seventeen years old. I'm halfway through my junior year of high school, and I'm already ranked number one in my class, which means the title of Valedictorian is mine. I'm taking al honors and AP classes, and have literally thrown myself into extra-curricular activities, like National Honors Society, Beta Club, Newspaper, and Yearbook. To top it all off, I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world, who I've been best friends with ever since we both had braces in eighth grade.

He understands me. He understands what I want.

My name is Bella Swan. I'm seventeen years old, a junior in high school, and I want to have a baby.

Just bored on a Saturday night. Should I continue? Review. (: