Title: Whats Wrong With Forks
Rating: T
Summery: Edward Cullen and his family find trouble when the LaPush indians decide to get a foriegn exchange student. The student though, is not what was expected. First fanfic ever.

Okay, so it would make my day if you guys would rate this! This is my first fanfic, and I'm not exactly sure what the plot is yet...So I hope ya'll enjot this!

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most...We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Marianne Williamson, American author and lecturer

"Stay awake. It'll ruin me if I see you start to crash" said a dazed Amelia.

Jacob retorted, "The girl can learn perfect English in less than two months, but when it comes to customary measurements, she flips. Ace, you amaze me sometimes." He yawned and laid his head down; they didn't even go to the same school. The council hadn't let the foreigner go to the school on the rez. "Amelia, you need to catch some zzz's."

She looked up and he realized that Amiee looked like she was on the brink of insanity, "I only wish…Its 4 o' clock, and I still can't get these conversions right! Uggh! Jake, what do you think I'm going to do? Amelia Grace Devereux HAS TO PASS. I mean how pathetic is it that I can't understand the customary system? Whatever. Jake, if you wanna sleep, go ahead. I think I got this junk down."

His shrug was subtle and then he got up and walked to his room. Amiee continued to sit in the same spot she had been in since after dinner that night, and kept on studying. Eventually sleep overcame her, but not for long. Too her it felt like mere minutes had passed between the moment her eyes drooped and she began to dream too when Billy woke her when he wheeled out to make breakfast. "Morning Amiee, I see you took the liberty of having a cram session last night, you going to be able to stay awake during school?" Billy was always nice to talk to in the mornings, his voice was light when he first woke up, low, quite, the right volume for a sleepy 16 year old.

"Oh, haha, I think so. It's just that the customary crap is hard for me, ya know? Jacob ditched me at 4-uh-oh! If I don't get moving I'll be late for class." She cringed; Amiee couldn't be late, not after last night. She sprinted about the small house getting her clothes on, doing her hair and makeup, grabbing her backpack and purse, all in less than 15 minutes. As Amelia ran out the door she grabbed her bowl of Frosted Flakes, and said a quiet bye to Billy as Jacob wasn't up yet. She hopped into her Grigio Avlon Metallic Lamborghini Murciélago LP640 and drove down to Forks High School, the everyday attire of her life.

The day went on uneventfully, until Amiee had her French class; in which class she sat next to Edward Cullen. A million things were running through her head (as they always did in this class, she always wondered why they put the French native in a French class…), the first thing was what she was going to do when she got back to the rez, seeing as magically today she had no homework, second was how she did on that math text she took in fourth period, and before she could get to a third on her list she actually listened when the teacher said, "Today, I'm just going to let you practice your problem areas with your partners. If you and your partner claim to have nothing you need to work on, then this is a free period for you. Today, I am not condemning you to total French no matter what." The class cheered, the French speaking mandate had been lifted for a day.



Edward turned in his seat to face Amiee, as did she to him. His topaz eyes looked at her far too inquisitorially for a brief second and he asked a quick question to cover, "Amelia, right? So sorry I haven't been the most good natured partner, but you need to work on anything, because I don't think I need too." His voice melted together like velvet, Aimee guessed that if he were to talk gibberish for long enough she could fade it into the back of her head and use it submit her into a nice sleep.

"Yeah right! I hale from Cahors, France, and I'm here on a foreign exchange program. I think I know my French."

"Okay, that's good. I had a question for you that I was hoping to ask, if I may."

"Why of course Mr. Edward, Amelia "Ace" Devereux will answer anything." She had realized that the math test had been easy and started to ease up on the usually silent boy sitting next to her.

Edward took a deep breath and asked, "Are you in on the Quileute secret?"

"Isn't everyone," Aimee took in a deep breath and said in a tone not audible to the human ear "Vampire?"

"Ha-How did you know that? What are you?" Edwards's words were clipped, short, and too inhuman.

She gave him a hard look and evaluated the situation and said, "It rolls off you like sweat. The way you stand, look, act, it's off. Though that may not be perceivable by normal standards, I'm pretty good at picking up differences. I thought what I am would be obvious genius; I'm a smart French 16 year old girl who wants money, cars, and guys in life."

"Mhm, that's interesting. I'll get it out of you," he leaned down and breathed out into Amiees air. "Eventually."

A huge glowing smile spread across her mouth, "Yeah right, you'll get it if I want you to dofus. I'm going to ask you a personal question too, since you just seem to be all up in my business. What do you see in Bella? I always wonder that when I see someone who's in a really serious relationship, I always wanna know what makes the other person so appealing."

"It's a hard thing to explain, I guess, well I don't guess, I KNOW, that it's just true love, like love at first sight."

"Oh. My. God. That is so cute, you know that? I wish I knew what it was like…," Amiee began to trail off; as she did she started speaking under her breath "but Émile, dear God, Émile…I can't even believe that I'm still here. That makes me hungry…No, that's not a good thing to start one."

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch what you said." Edward's brow was furrowed as well, but he kept a calm persona.

Amelia realized what she had said, something that could get him killed living or dead."Uh, um, na-na-nothing. Nothing, not important, just a rant. Nothing important."



There was long – what should have been awkward – silence and then Amiee looked up from the paper she was drawing on, "Edward, think we should, uh-hum, study. You know, to make sure we don't misspell words on our test, ya know?"

The rest of the class was spent working their French muscles, and at the end the Bell rang.

As the bell rang Amiee stood up and picked her things up very petitly all the while Edward waiting, hoping he might get the answer to the question he asked at the beginning of the class. Amelia Grace Devereux walked to the door, told the teacher to have a good weekend, and slightly inclined her head towards Edward and gave herself a paper cut.

In that instant realization hit the boy that sat next to her. It was all in her eyes. They gave everyone away, no matter whom.