A/N: Hey! I'm Maddie... This is my first story, but I'm not really new to the whole site... or whatever. :) So, please- no hating on my story but I love constructive criticism and ideas for my stories and I'm open to ideas! So, please- ENJOY!

Being a half vampire half human girl was not an easy thing, let me tell you. I still have fangs, of course, and although people usually can't see them, I always end up biting my lip and wanting to drink my own blood, or when I try to kiss someone, I want to drink their blood. Talk about disgusting. My skin even tries to sparkle. Sometimes it will, sometimes it won't. It's totally one hundred percent randomness, so the umbrella is my favorite accessory.

There's also our secret. Since I'm half and half, I don't really need to worry much, but when I get blood cravings, my eyes turn black and my throat starts to feel like it's on fire... That's when I start complaining and try to get home early. So far, every attempt I tried has not backfired and I'm pretty sure the nurse is starting to get a little worried.

"Talk about disgusting," Morgan, my only friend, said as we walked past a gaggle of tenth grade girls in high mini skirts and tight shirts and tights. "I swear, like the only decent girls here, are us." She rolled her brown eyes. I knew what she really meant- not the stuck up way like we were better than everyone else. Morgan was far to nice to even pretend to be stuck up. She usually didn't diss anyone like this. But I had to agree. We were far from being like them. Although, there was only a few select girls like that. Everyone else was okay by me, as long as they didn't find out my secret and as long as they didn't want to chop my head off.

"I honestly don't understand why they dress like that." I replied to her. She smiled at me brightly and fluffed my dark curls.

"Because, Nessie. They want to feel pretty, like you. And you don't even need crap like that to be BE-UTI-FUL!" She sang goofily. I rolled my eyes. I knew that she meant it, but it was weird coming from Morgan. She was positively beautiful. She had pale skin, almost as pale as mine, since I inherited it from my dad. She had shoulder length blond hair that hung over her forehead, which she always pinned up and did I mention I loved her glasses and makeup? I never wore makeup, since I didn't really need it anyway, but sometimes I wished I had her mascara and even her thin-framed glasses.

"Whatever!" I rolled my eyes once again at her goofy dancing. "Ya know Alice would be horrified by your fashion choice today?" I warned more than asked. She was still dancing around, smiling giddily. She wore a hot pink sweatshirt and regular skinny jeans with sandals. (Which I don't really understand since it was winter in Forks.) She smiled even wider.

"More the reason I get to borrow your clothes... or hers." She smiled evilly as she settled down. I sighed, trying not to laugh. The idea of Alice borrowing her own clothes seemed very unlikely.

"Well, let's just get out of here as fast as we can. Seriously, Ness. Ninth grade is a waste of time." She linked arms with me as I led her out of the school. As I expected, my mom was there in my dad's Volvo. They made her get rid of her old rusted truck, which I was told she was in love with it by Uncle Emmett. He hated her truck, and truthfully, I would have hated it too. I love the cars that my family had.

"Hey mom." Me and Morgan said at the same time, giggling at the joke. My mom laughed and said, "Hey Morgan." She winked at me and I smiled even more. Morgan had a huge crush on my dad... and Emmett... and Jasper... and Carlisle... You get the point. She thought that we were born models or something. At least she doesn't know the truth.

"What about me?" I fake scoffed, still laughing.

"Well, I'm sorry if saying, 'Hello my lovely daughter' everyday isn't enough. Oh, I loved my mom. She loved to joke around with us, even if we were just a couple of 15 year old's... okay, in reality I was only like 5, but you get the point.

"Bye Nessie! Bye Bells!" Morgan waved as she ran to her older sister who picked her up almost everyday if she wasn't with her ugly, desperate boyfriend.

"Ready to go sweetie?" Mom asked me as she opened the passanger side. I nodded my head and let her close the door for me. She was over to the other side in a flash. I was surprised no one said anything about my super fast mom. I shrugged and slipped on my seat belt. No reason I would want to die, even if I thought I was invincible, which I couldn't possibly be, since I was also human. I turned on the radio to a random station. It turned out to be my favorite one- as well as my mom and dad's. Classical music was big in my family- if you weren't Alice or Morgan. Morgan was like a sister, so she just fits in with my family easily, especially because of her looks.

"Hey," my mom got my attention.

I looked over at her. "Yes, mother?" I said playfully. She smiled widely, as if she was really genuinely happy, but it was as if my joke wasn't the thing that made her feel all giddy inside. "When we get home, there's a surprise."

A/N: So what did you think? What's the surprise at home? I know, it's slow at first, but I wanted it to start this and I promise it'll get better! This isn't my first story I have written, but it's the first story I have posted... EVER! So I'm excited and I can't wait till I get some reviews! So, c'mon... Ya know ya wanna!