CHAPTER 1

Forks. I have been to a lot of places in this world but none of them have ever been named after an eating utensil. Alice has a good feeling about this place, she says it has a certain spark to it. Frankly, I couldn't give a fuck! After a hundred and eight years of moving from place to place, you start to get sick of it all. Humans are so predictable with their fake smiles, fake hair, fake bodies, just plain fake everything. It disgusts me to see how they flock together and practically stab everyone and everything in the back without a second thought. And it sickens me that I used to one of them. That I used to be that way as well. I use the words 'used to' because I'm not human anymore. I was changed into a vampire when I was seventeen by Carlisle, my 'foster' father, in 1901.

"Edward, hurry up! We're going to be late!" Alice screeched, even though she was just across the room.

Oh, joy! Another first day of high school. I can't fucking wait! All the students staring and whispering, I'm so sick of it.

I stood up and scooped my bag off the floor one-handed. It practically weighed nothing. I also grabbed my shades. I haven't hunted in a while and I didn't really want to scare anyone with my charcoal eyes on my first day. I was tempted, but I think I'll save it for another time. I should at least try to fit in. I snatched the keys to my precious car, it was a jet black 2010 Maserati GranCabrio, off the table in the hall and I was ready to go. I jogged down the three, small porch steps and was hit with a blast of crisp, fresh cold air. I continued at a nice, human rate, and walked across the drive at a leisurely pace to the garage where my baby, that's my car by the way, was waiting for me. With my brothers and sisters.

"Bout time shithead! I thought you were gonna wait until the next century before you decided to grace us with your presence!" My brute of a brother, Emmett, snorted at his own, pathetic joke. "Hey, why don't we make the drive to school a bit more interesting?" he smiled slyly. Emmet's as large as a house and as loud as one of those grizzly bears trudging around the mountains. He's got big muscles that even intimidate me sometimes, thin, black hair that's cut so close to his skull, he looks like a skinhead (A/N Like Kellan Lutz), and dimples that kind of ruin his sneer. And, he's also one of the most obnoxious people you will ever meet.

"I'm listening," Jasper replied with a grin that transformed his face. Jasper is my other brother. He's originally from Texas. His real surname is Whitlock. He's not as big as Emmet but he makes up for it with his brains and observing skills. He always makes you feel like he sees right through you, that he doesn't miss any of the small movements you make. And the most un-nerving thing is when he smiles as if he knows exactly what you're thinking! Which is supposed to be MY thing. And he always manages to do just after you've thought something horrible. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the most control, or resistance, but he tries his best and I suppose I can't ask anymore of him than that.

"Come on Emmet, tell us what you're thinking," Rosalie wrapped her arms around Emmett's waist lovingly and looked up at him with pure adoration. I had to look away. Rosalie is Emmett's mate. If I had to describe her in three words, well she's the exact opposite of Emmett so that makes her stuck-up, proud, vain, shallow, snobby, sharp, unforgiving and frigid. Hmmm, that's more than three words and maybe a bit harsh. She can also be compassionate, caring, and a bit understanding, but she doesn't show it much. She only ever shows that side of herself to Emmett. Whenever she's looking anywhere else, the girl has a permanent scowl on her face. And her glare! I mean, if looks could kill I'd have died a thousand slow and painful deaths by now. I mean, I laugh at one blonde joke about seventy years ago and she still hasn't forgiven me. I've known her for awhile now (about 90 years or so) and I barely get a "how do ya do" in the morning. Rosalie has blonde, wavy hair that falls to her waist, a swimsuit model figure, basically the whole package! I think I would find her attractive if she didn't disgust me so much.

"WHAT??!!??!! EMMET CAN THINK??!!??!!" Alice gasped in her tinkling falsetto tones, with a look of mock astonishment on her face.
"Zip it, pip squeak!" Emmet shot back while glaring at her. Alice is my second sister, and I think out of all my family, I feel closest to her. She annoys the hell outta me and sometimes I feel like I just want to ring her little neck and squeeze until her head pops off. But if I did that, I wouldn't have anyone to carry a decent conversation with. Alice is bubbly, bright, charming, spunky, and caring. She also thinks she's always right and can be very annoying. She has a knack for knowing exactly what to say to get under your skin and get you to do what she wants. She has a very small, petite figure. The total opposite of Rosalie with her cropped and spiky black mop of hair and dainty features. She loves shopping, and I mean, stalker-ish, goo gaa, crazy, freaking knife-wielding love.

" Annnnnnnnnnyway, as I was saying, I think we should race to school today! And the person who loses has to eat their lunch." Emmett proposed in his booming, deep vibrating voice. Eww, human food is absolutely revolting! I get shivers even thinking about the rancid stuff.

"What does the winner get?" Alice pointed out.

"The losers car for 6 months!" he exclaimed with a triumphant smile at having caught our interest.

"I'm in," Alice accepted.

"Sure," Jasper nodded in agreement next to her.

"Ok," Rosalie sighed. "I'll do it"

They all looked at me questioningly.

"Sure, why not?" I mumbled in defeat. It's just playing along with another one of Emmett's juvenile ideas. But I might as well humour him. It's not like I've got anything better to do.
"What's wrong, Edward? Afraid you'll lose and have to part with your Nana's car?" Emmet taunted me, sneering in my face.

"Up yours!" I snapped back. Like I said, the most obnoxious person. "Now, are we doing this or not?!" I demanded. I jumped into my car without waiting for a reply and shoved my keys into the ignition roughly. I revved my engine twice and slammed on the gas. My foot was to the floor and my back wheels were spinning before they finally caught up with the engine. And at last, I was off like a bat out of hell, finally free from my so called family.

I reached the school within three minutes, my family trailing behind, unfortunately. (insert sarcasm here). Rosalie came last. Aaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, so I guess she's going to have to eat that horrible stuff humans call food. Hahaha! The school was quite small and as I pulled into the badly paved parking lot, I could feel the stares my car received. But I kept my eyes forward and looked for a parking space. I was fairly used to the attention me and my car got by now, you get used to it after a while. I sighed to myself in irritation. Well, maybe I'm not as used to it as I like to think.

I soon found a place to park at the back of the school, and took a deep breathe to prepare myself for the day ahead. I am so sick of this shit. Why do I have to pretend to be normal? "I just want to let go!" I yelled in frustration, slamming my fist against the stearing wheel. Well, that's not going to happen anytime soon. I calmed my breathing and without another thought, I opened my door and stepped outside. Emmet pulled up beside me and I could hear him singing along to the radio. Soon after him was Alice, jogging inconspicuously out of the forest, and looking happy and refreshed. Jasper sauntered out of the forest with his hands in his pockets with a big grin and Rosalie parked on the other side of me. Alice bounced over to me with a big smile on her face, not the she usually has any other expression. She's weird like that.

"Looks like Rosalie's going to be eating her lunch today! Good thing too. I'm pretty sure the natives are beginning to think we're anorexic! Remember that Newton woman staring at me when she came to 'welcome us'?" she giggled, putting her hand delicately over her mouth. "And looks like you get Rosalie's car for the next six months, Edward. It was six, wasn't it?" she exclaimed gleefully, and I didn't know it was even possible, but her smile got even bigger.

"Yeah, six months," I smiled back. I couldn't wait to rub my victory in. I'm glad I agreed to this bet, the look on Rosalie's face is going to be priceless.

BANG! I looked over to see an enraged Rosalie banging Emmett's other car door with a murderous look on her face. Emmett winced but, wisely, kept his mouth shut.
"Don't say a SINGLE word!" she hissed at me. I cracked a smile, I just couldn't help it. It was so ironic, Rosalie was the best with cars. She loved them, we all did. But she spent all her time tuning it, cleaning it, upgrading it, polishing it and doing everything you can do with a god damn car. She stalked towards me, her glare was on full force and turned in my direction. I fought the urge to flinch and break her gaze. She kept coming closer until our faces were inches apart. She looked me dead in the eye and spoke making sure to pronounce each word more clearly and deadlier than the one before it.

"You BETTER NOT get one scratch on my car, because if you do, you're going to look real funny with your head rolling down the street behind you! And if it comes back in any way different than the way I gave it to you, so help me God, I'm going to spend the next eighty years making your life even more of a living hell. You're going to look back at this subsistence and think of it as the most peaceful and relaxing time of your ENTIRE EXISTENCE!" she snarled at me. Her tone was venomous. I had to use every ounce of my will power not to burst out laughing. A normal person would probably have shit themselves by now. But the odds of Rosalie beating me in a fight were as good as Emmett being a seven foot fairy dragon. She turned on her heel quickly in a huff and Emmett went after her, trying to hold in his laughter. As soon as she was out of sight, Jasper, Alice and I burst out into hysterics. The bitch was such a drama queen.

"Sore loser," Alice giggled, shaking her head.

"She looked constipated," I snickered.

"Leave it!" Jasper warned, still trying to hold his own laughter in. "Come on, we don't want to be late for our hundredth first day of school." He sighed while he grabbed his bag from the back seat of his car. We started towards the front of the school and we could see a lot of gazes coming our way.

"Yeah, come on. I can't wait, its going to be so great!" Alice piped up with, you guessed it, another grin.

"Eh, in what way, exactly? This place is shit! It's full of rednecks and everyone is staring and whispering. This is why I hate small towns," I groaned. "In big cities, no one would care about five new students. But here it's like they just found out that the world is round," I said with a sneer, glaring around at the afore-mentioned rednecks.

"Oh, cheer up, Edward! It's not that bad. This town has a certain charm to it, don't ya think? And besides, there's something special about this place, I can't quite put my finger on it," she tapped her finger on her chin quizzically. "Something's going on in this town, something…big!" she looked off into space with a dazed expression.

"Where are you getting all this from, Alice? Are your spidey-senses tingling?" Jasper cut in, with a playful grin on his face. "Shut it, Jazz! I'm serious!" she hit his shoulder with hers. We were nearly at the front entrance of the school now. "Oh my, God! They're all so gorgeous! What the hell are they doing in a dingy town like this?"

"They must be friends with Bella!"

"Shit, look at that ass! I've to get me some of that!"

"Oh, my God! Swoon! I've, like, sssooo got to talk to the one with the like red hair! He's like, so unbelievably HOT! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, he probably has, like, a girlfriend but I can, like, totally change that!"

"Why the hell would a bunch of super models live here?!?!"

"Now, that's what I'm talking about!"

"They can't be human!"

"He's kinda scary, isn't he?"

Alice and Jasper walked off ahead of me.

Oh God, here we go, all the whispers and gossip. Vampires have better senses then humans do. One of them is the ability to hear a lot more and it can be helpful sometimes, but it can also be a real downer, obviously. Some vampires have gifts, me for example. I can read minds. Alice sees the future and Jasper controls emotions. We dont know why we can do these things, we just can. Anyway, back to the real world. I gritted my teeth and prepared to walk into my own personal version of hell. I was standing in front of the school doors. I pushed through them and braced my shoulders. I kept my chin up and put on my bored face. It was a look I had perfected in the last 108 years. I stepped into the school. It was stuffy, dark, dull and it reminded me of a prison. I continued my walk down the hall and looked for the main office.
" Ohmigod! Theres' the new guy! Where's the rest of his family? Weren't they supposed to be with him?"

I looked ahead of me and I noticed that Alice and Jasper weren't there. Aw well. I can handle myself. People started to crowd around me, like predators surrounding their prey, preparing to toy with the poor thing before they finally pounced on it and ended its misery. I winced. That was a very good description of high school life. A life which I was forced to live again and again. I suppressed another sigh. I tried my best to ignore their thoughts, but its was extremly hard. It felt like my head was going to explode.

"Why does he have shades on?"

" Jesus Christ Sherperd of Judea!"

"WOW"

I wish they would shut up. I rounded the cornor of the narrow, dull corrider and saw the main office, so I picked up my pace, anxious to just get the day over and done with. I reached the door and pulled it open with a jerk. The office was small, really small. There was a two seater couch facing away from the window. There were also posters lining the walls about the food pyramid, a diagram of a cell wall, the diegestive system, reasons not to smoke or do drugs, use contraception and God! It's the same stuff everywhere! Pictures of past principlas who no one cares about anymore, degrees that could've been printed off the internet for all I knew and a whole bunch of other junk. There was a locker beside the couch with a dimly light lamp residing on it and in front of the couch was a glass table with lots of old editions of tattered magazines on top. At the back of the room there was a filling cabinet and a desk loaded with papers and files, a phone, calenders and cards. Sitting behide the desk a woman that can only be described as bird like. She had black hair that had a grey streak running through it, whcih had been combed into a beehive at the back of her head and beady little eyes that tracked you as you moved across the room. Her gaunt cheek bones stuck out and her light pink blush just highighted how hollow her cheeks were. She had small, beaky lips and a tiny neck that looked like she was permanently cranning to look at you better. She had tiny hands with claw-like fingers that tapped away at her keyboard as she looked at her computer screen. She turned her sharp gaze up to me temporarily and then turned back to her computer screen. "Take a seat, Mr. Cullen," she said in a screechy voice. 'Hmph! Looks like another trouble maker to me. Why on earth they would actually move to a place like Forks after living in Canada is just beyond me'. She sniffed and if I hadn't been able to read her thoughts I wouldn't have recognised the disdain in it. I narrowed my eyes briefly at the woman and tried to tune her out. It was getting harder and harder as she began imagining why we'd moved here. She decided it had to be a scandal of some sorts since Carlilse was such a good doctor and wouldn't willingly give up his place in Canada to move to a place like Forks. And then she decided that Carlisle and Esmé were too good to be up to anything bad. So that left the foster kids. And since I was the only one she'd seen so far, and the fact that I looked like a 'trouble maker', she assumed it had something to do with me. Little Miss Secretary has quite an imagination. I was involved in a gang war, I got caught up in drugs, I was running from the law, I'd knocked up some girl and wouldn't take responsibility, my past was trying to suck me back into whatever troubled background she was sure I had come from. I closed my eyes briefly to try and stop the anger that was boiling in me from exploding into full out rage. I soothed myself and settled into my chair, translating a couple of pop songs into an old language that had died out. Carlisle had taught it to all of us. It was convient if we ever needed to say something to each other and we didn't want anyone else to understand. You never know who knows what anymore. Jasper had once commented in Spanish about how he could sink his teeth into a nice big panther on a train in Russia and the woman across from him gasped and stared at him. We laughed it off and tried to calm her but we didn't hesitate in getting off at the next stop. Anyway, translating the songs occupied my mind for a while, but I was getting very, very bored. And I get irritaited when I'm bored.

"Hey ma'am, will this take any longer? I have to get ready for my classes!" I tried to say it in a pleasent voice but it just came out all sharp and hard. She looked up at me with an evil expression, her eyes narrowed , her lips turned into a hard line

"Must've dumped his knocked up girlfriend and beat her!" she thought viciously.

She stood up abruptly, and walked over to the filing cabinet,her heels clicking on the linoleum floor, opening the first drawer roughly, she skimmed through the files and pulled one out and tossed it to me. I caught it, and I dont know how, but the contents didnt fall out.

"Here! Your classes, a map of the school and your slip which you should get all your teachers to sign. At the end of the day, bring it back here and give it to me. Got it?!?!" she all but spat at me. She walked past me quickly, pointing her nose in the air and for the first time , i noticed her scent, it was human but it had an odd stench to it. She marched through the door and was gone. I could still hear her heels clicking down the hallway. , thats not weird. I opened up the file and took a look. There was a map of the school like the old hag said, and a list of my classes. Let's see, first period, Spanish with Mrs. O' Hanlon in Room period World History with Mrs Brennen, Room 22. Third period, Geography with Mr. Martain in Room 106. Forth period, lunch. Fifth period, Biology with Mr. Banner in Room 20. Sixth and seventh periods, double P.E in the sports hall with Mrs. Caine. I exited the office and found my way to my first class, which wasn't that far away. I stepped inside and everyone went quiet. I put my shades on top of my head and strolled over to the teacher. She was sorting through papers and sipping on a mug of coffie. When I reached her, I cleared my throat. She looked up at me and her jaw went slack.

"SWEET JESUS"

I stopped listening to her thoughts right there. Ten seconds passed. We don't want you to swallow any flies now do we, so stop the fucking staring. I cleared my throat again.

"Oh, sorry, you must be Edward Cullen," she fluttered her eyelashes while trying to get her breathing back under control. I groaned inwardly at her shallowness.I could already tell she was one of those types. It repulsed me, that a forty-odd-year old, married woman, was thinking about a student that way. She tossed her shoulder length brown hair and grinned flirtaciously at me. Her ice cold blue eyes looked me up and down greedily amd her small tongue darted out to lick her thin, chapped lips.

"Here's the slip I'm supposed to give you to sign," I said, with an indifferent tone. She reached for the slip, brushing her fingers lightly against my icy hand.

"So cold," she mumble under her breath.

I snatched my hand away and she took the slip off me. She signed her name hastily and handed it back, being careful not to come in contact with my hand again. She stared at me for another few seconds before she pointed to a desk down the back and told me to take my seat. I made my way through the maze of desks, and the whispers started again.