Mr. Cullen is my creative writing teacher.

He is gorges, although that's a bit of an understatement.

He is perfection it's self.

He lives in Forks, so like everyone that lives in this little rainy town he is pale, but he was pale when he moved here, but some how he manages to pull it off.

His bronze hair and emerald green eyes clash breathtakingly and his crooked smile and pearl white teeth made me, and practically every other girl with a heart beat week at the knees.

To bad he hates my guts.