Bronze Statues
a fanfic by The Volvo

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I wasn't ready for this.

I wasn't ready, and I was a fool to think I was. I was a fool to allow my mother to talk me into this. It'll be fine, she said. You'll be just like them, she said.

Lies, all of it. Because these people weren't people. They were walking textbooks about all the things I'd laughed at and despised on those campy television shows about trendy private schools in upper class neighborhoods.

Jenny was the only semi-normal one of them all, and even she was strange. Obsessed with breaking out and having her name published in papers alongside her designs. Possessed with a strange desire to be liked by the people who kept putting her down.

Dan was a different story. Dan was… safe. Dan was just what I thought I needed.

You can't fit in in a world where everyone tells you you're wrong. I didn't want to. I didn't want the uniforms, the mohogany lockers as opposed to normal metal ones. I felt like the poor girl (which I was) that everyone felt sorry for, but more than that; I felt like the poor girl that everyone disliked, because I was trying to be one of them. When, in fact, I was trying everything I could not to be like them.

I was trying to survive. Still trying to breath around a hole in my chest. Because he'd never come back; never would, now. I was gone, so was he. I guess this meant we were moving on. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that, but Edward had said the words, not me.

I was sure that no matter how horrible all their pretty little lives were, they'd never experienced true loss. A breakup here and there, or a nasty divorce settlement. But none of them had lost true love. Their precious little hearts wouldn't handle it, to know what I'd known and then to lose it. I bet if Blair Waldorf had had an Edward, she wouldn't be the queen bee. She'd be trying to cope, like me. She'd almost be human.

But either way, it didn't matter. Because Edward was my past. This was my present, here in the Upper East Side. How much things had changed in the span of a few months.

How much things were about to change for me, and I hadn't even begun to comprehend any of it.

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Disclaimer.

I don't own Twilight, Gossip Girl, or any characters involved.

Author's Note.

So here's the deal: this is a prologue of a new story I'm working on. I already hav e alot of stories I'm working on, so this may have to take a back seat. I'm posting to see if there's any interest in this idea. SO, if you're interested, and want to see where this goes, then please review telling me to keep writing it.

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