Walking into class this morning I sat at my usual seat in the back of the class. It was five minutes before the bell rang and I was getting ready for class when I picked up on my neighbours' excited chatter. I don't usually really listen to what the other kids talked about, they never really talked to me, so I tended to not pay attention but this morning I couldn't pay attention to the book I was reading at Jessica's usually high pitched giggles were unusually distracting. "Apparently they are all adopted. The new doctor at the hospital and his wife adopted them." Ah so that is what had everyone so excited. Yes I could see, why this would be interesting gossip. New students in a school this size is not a common occurrence.

As I was just about to get back into my book, now that I knew why my fellow classmates were more exuberant than usual, it seemed as if they got even louder in their excitement. Giving up my attempt at reading as useless now, I sat and listened as my peers continued to discuss the new students.

"My mom was saying that she thought they were too young to be parents of teenagers. Now I know why."

"Did you see the guys? They are just too Hot!"

"Their sisters are rather gorgeous too!"

"Yeah, thankfully, they're siblings or I would be worried."

"Yeah, No competition. Hahira,"

"I would be worried about our guys around them though."

No one paid attention to me as I listened in on their conversations. No one ever really did. They tended to not really ever pay attention to me. It's not like they didn't like me, they were never mean, but more like I wasn't noticed for them to not like me. I liked it better that way. Don't get me wrong, I liked my classmates. I'm just not the sociable type.

I never really know what to say to them. My mom used to say that it was because I was born thirty five and kept getting older every year. That my maturity level far out ranked their's and that was why I could never relate to people my own age. The truth is, I just don't seem to fit into any group of people.

I'm not the athletic type. My none existent hand-eye coordination kind of stopped that possibility before it ever really had a chance. I'm not into fashion either, so the girly things tended make it hard to have a discussion with girls on those issues.

Truthfully I didn't mind my lack of a social life. I grew used to it a long time ago.

Just then the bell rang for class to begin and everyone around me quieted down as the teacher began his lecture.

The rest of my morning was uneventful as usual. I had yet to see any of the new kids. Apparently three of them were in their senior year so I would not have them in any of my class but the two youngest were not in any of my morning classes.

Later that day as I was sitting down to lunch the new kids walked by. I assumed they were the new kids as I had never seen them before and in a school the size of mine, that never happened.

They were beautiful. I had never seen such good looking people in my life outside of a magazine. Looking at them for the first time left me breathless in the face of such beauty. It just wasn't possible for an entire family to have so many outstanding looking people in it. I had to look away.

Going back to my lunch I tried concentrating on anything but the new kids. Now that the new students were seated at the furthest table away from everyone else, the rest of the student body started their earlier discussion of the new family. From my table I could hear Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory talking from their table. It wasn't hard; they weren't even trying to keep their voices down.

"I have the little one, Alice in my 2nd period English class, talk about weird."

"I heard they were all together. Do you think it's true?"

"Together? Like together together?"

"yeah"

"Isn't that like illegal or something?"

"They live together! That's like gross!"

"What about the youngest? That Edward guy. Do you think he's with anyone?"

"I don't know. Oh I hope not."

"yeah, what a shame if he were."

Together? I guess it could be a possibility. They weren't actually related. I guess it could happen.

I decided to look at the table one last time. I wanted one more look at them. I kind of felt guilty of prying. I know everyone else was doing it but that didn't make it any less rude. I know if I were the new student, I would loath all the attention that they were getting. It would be bad enough just trying to cope with getting used to a new town, and new school, trying to find your way around without getting lost, without having to deal with being the centre of attention and gossip as they were getting.

Looking once more at the new students I was prepared. That was why this time I was actually able to take in what they looked like. They really didn't even look alike. They had some common features but really they looked nothing alike.

From what I heard from the other students they were siblings of some sorts. Two of the guys and one girl were related and the other two were twins. But even so they could be strangers of each other. They all really pale skin. Paler than mine and the outstanding beauty but other than that I wouldn't say that they looked alike.

The two blond ones I heard were the twins, Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The girl Rosalie was by far the best looking one out of the group and that was saying something. You could tell that she was the type of girl that made other girls lose self-esteem by just being in the same room. He brother Jasper was tall and slightly muscular. But nothing like the guy on Rosalie's left. That guy looked like a mountain or a bear. He could probably take on a bear. I laughed at the thought. There was another girl sitting next to him on his other side. The best way to describe her would be pixyish. She was tiny. Across from her and next to Jasper was another boy. He looked to be the youngest out of the group. That must then be Edward. He had the slightest build out of the three guys, with bronze coloured hair.

Just as I was observing Edward a couple of the guys in my class, Eric Yorkie and Mike Newton ran by my table knocking into it and distracting my long enough for me to realize that I had spent too much of my time ogling the new kids.

I was no longer hungry, so I got up and started making my way to my next class, biology.