Prompt: Vanity
Rating/Notes: M, Rosalie Hale, not my best work



Rosalie Hale loved life. Well, she loved her life. Why shouldn’t she? She came from one of the wealthiest families in town, had her own car, her own room with a walk-in closet and master bath, all the designer clothes she wanted, and best of all she was Queen of Forks High. All of this would’ve been enough to make anyone popular but on top of that she was beautiful. Some said the most stunning beauty in the county. And she believed them. Why wouldn’t she? She had long golden hair (natural- of course) that only professional grade products were allowed to touch, sky blue eyes (no colored contacts for her) fringed in the longest lashes, high cheekbones that never needed blush, and curves and muscle in all the right places(thank you Günter the personal trainer). She was the envy of all the girls at school and the fantasy of all the boys. She only ran with the popular kids and would never even dream of being seen speaking to anyone not in her precious circle.

Unfortunately Rosalie was not as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. If her outside was the exquisite garden always blooming with color and life, her inside was the untended garden, over run by weeds that took hold of the beautiful flowers and strangled them. In a nutshell, she was not nice. But that didn’t really matter to anyone. At least to anyone by the name of Rosalie Hale. She was beloved by her parents, revered by teachers and feared by her fellow students.

She had a standing appointment every Monday after school at Essence, an exclusive spa in Port Angeles, where she had facials, hot stone massages and was waxed so thoroughly that babies were jealous of her smooth skin. She had her own M.A.C. specialist whom she often would call at all hours for the latest eye shadows, lip glasses, and (gasp!) concealer just in case an unsightly zit would dare to show itself on her normally blemish free face.

She was young, gorgeous and smart. Much to the dismay of her more plain classmates, she had a 4.0 GPA, captain of the cheerleading team and was always announced as the Queen or Princess for every school dance, semi-formal, formal and prom. And she never let those classmates forget that she had everything and could get anything she wanted. She had yet to understand that her pride and vanity were not traits most would consider admirable.

One day though, she would realize it. She would learn what it would feel like to not be the prettiest girl, or the smartest. One day she would know what it was like to be without. One day she would know the pain of being mocked. She would know heartbreak. She would know loneliness. She would know what it was like to be looked down on or to be judged on your bank account.

Rosalie Hale was moving to California. Beverly Hills to be exact. But until then she was still ruling in her tiny little kingdom in Forks. She was on top, where she firmly believed she belonged. Besides wasn’t Beverly Hills the plastic surgery capitol of the world? She could always buy better looks.