"Hi" I announced scaredly. Storm tried to catch my eye from across the classroom because I was talking to the new boy. I could hardly speak as I was blown away by his mysterious beauty. He was more beautiful than anything I had ever seen, it was mildly terrifying. He was whiter than the alabaster moon, darker than the dark side of the moon, more beautiful than moonlight falling on a thorny meadow. He seemed to exert an exceptional power, something supernatural. I could tell because I am a very spiritual person and I often pick up on things no one else notices. His arrival seemed to have cause a disruptance in the class, people were whispering and pointing. I heard one of the populars, Cindy, was observing him, sniggering with her preppy friends. I stuck my middle finger at them coolilessly.
"Do you hate them" Edward asked me abruptly.
"Oh what, the populars?" I questioned, abslutely thrilled indeed that he was talking to me. "Yes. They hate me, only because I’m different. I mean, it’s nothing to do with those preps if I want to dye my hair black or cut myself or not have any friends or be a loner."
"Yes." He said. "People that are different have always been persecuted so. It’s so incest." he said.