AN: Hey ya'll- I am taking over this story for writinfool22, this is her chapter- the next one will be mine :-)

I grabbed my backpack and books and ran out the door to my 'brother's' car. It was a 1987 ford mustang. My brother, William, said they don't make them like that anymore. I would have settled for any kind of car, but William loves to collect the classics. We had four different cars. My truck was one of them. It didn't run, but it was something that reminded me of my human life.

"Come on, Bee!" William said. William's nickname for me was Bee. I called him Whale which he despised. William had a mix between dark blond and brown hair. It went down to his shoulders. Sometimes his bangs covered his eyes. He had the normal vegetarian topaz eyes. He was lean and 3 inches taller than me.

"I'm coming! Impatient vampire," I muttered. I love to tease William. Sometimes it was like we were brother and sister. Jonathan would pretend to be our father. He was changed around 40 years old. He was at least 300 years old. I was 34 years old. William was 120 years old. William had a mate named Margaret who had silvery blond hair that went to her waist.

"Don't talk about Willy like that," she pouted at me. I rolled my eyes. She always picked William's side. She was the only one who could give him a nickname.

William's power was to sense danger approaching. He almost had visions but his were only for very dangerous things like 9/11 or Pearl Harbor. Nothing like an explosion in chemistry. He got a really bad headache when that happened.

Margaret didn't have a power but she could persuade others really easily. I think that is because she is so beautiful.

Jonathan looked at us and laughed. "My family, crazy, but I love them," he said shaking his head then smiling. Jonathan had the power to predict the stock markets. He believed he was a broker as a human. I had to remind him brokers weren't around a few centuries ago.

Jonathan's wife was named Patricia, who I called Patty or Mom. She had dark brown hair, almost black, that went to her shoulders. She had no powers, either.

"I know I'm not related to that," William said looking at me in fake disgust. I froze him. That was my power. I can freeze people and levitate things. They are completely conscious when I freeze them. I could also block other vampires' powers.

"BEE! Stop please, I need my husband to get us to school," Margaret said. Margaret was changed 120 years ago. She and William were friends and changed by the same vampire. They were both sixteen and pretending to be freshman. I was pretending to be a sophomore. I unfroze him and he scowled at me.

"Why do I get the powers that suck? It's not like I could stop anything major from happening!" William whined. I rolled my eyes. He was very whiney for a 120 year old.

We drove to school doing the speed limit for once, William didn't want to get in much trouble yet.

"Have a great day!" I waved to William and Margaret. They smiled and waved back. I was off to my first class, English.

I noticed that everyone in the hallway was whispering about me and I could hear everything they say.

"She's so pretty. Maybe I will ask her out."

"She's probably one of those models."

"It's all fake, you can so tell." Some petty human girl whispered to another one. I made her books fall on the ground. She exclaimed in surprise. The other girl giggled and walked up to me.

"Hi, I'm Kate. Who are you?" she asked. This town was just as big as Forks but I could tell she was trying to be polite. I smiled at her nicely. Her eyes glazed over.

"I'm Isabella Robertson. Nice to meet you Kate," I said. She mumbled something back, still stunned.

"Sorry, you must hate all the gossip," she said annoyed.

"Oh I'm used to it," I brushed off. She nodded casually. "So what is your next class?" I asked.

"English. What about you?" She replied.

"Me too, maybe you could show me the way?" I asked innocently.

"Sure. So do you want to sit by my friends at lunch today?" She asked as we walked down the hall. I looked back at the girl who said those mean things about me.

She chuckled. "Don't worry about her, she's jealous. She isn't the one to be talking about fake. She got a nose job last summer," she said. I laughed.

"No kidding," I replied. We walked into class laughing at the ironic part of the situation. I saw to people in that room who I thought I would never see again- Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen.