A/N: This story is a sequel to Impossible (you learn how Jasmine came to be) and sort of ties in with Sweet Sacrifice (A quick little one-shot of the Cullen's minds being altered). If you haven't read them, I suggest you read them first, since this one will reference back to the other two.

This is the first chapter of the story. I have changed it, but hopefully it is still good! Please review! Thanks!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight!

The Forgotten.

Jasmine made the most difficult decision she has ever had to make in her life…or un-life…to protect the family she loves. Even thirty years later, the pain of what she did, and the guilt for what she felt would not ease her troubled infallible mind. Will the Cullen's figure out her horrible past? Will she ever earn the forgiveness from the one person that she wants it from the most?

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My golden eyes roamed across the crowded, noisy room to the group seated on the completely opposite side of the room from me. One look at the pale alabaster skin and golden eyes of the large group, I knew that they were not human. I continued to watch the group of eleven as they slowly picked apart their food, only one of the women actually eating the disgusting slop known as pizza. It was easy for me to tell that she was not quite like her counterparts, for her skin was not so devoid of color. Her deep chocolate eyes the exact same shade as the tight curls framing her face. I watched as she lifted a slice of pizza to her mouth, and bit off a chunk, swallowing it without letting it cool.

I turned my eyes away from her, scanning the rest of the familiar faces before landing on the one couple that I loved the most. His back was as stiff as a board as he sat against the back of the uncomfortable red plastic chair, his arms slung around the shoulders of a small woman that was comfortably leaning against his chest. His curly honey blond locks falling around his face as his golden eyes roamed over the rest of our classmates in the cafeteria. The small pixie-like woman, on the other hand, was not looking at our classmates, but instead she was looking at the rest of the faces in their group, talking amongst themselves deep in conversation.

I felt a pang of sadness wash over me, and reluctantly tore my eyes away from the beautiful, familiar faces to my untouched food. My long pale fingers effortlessly tearing the unappetizing meal into little bits. I sighed, readjusting my position in my own uncomfortable plastic chair. It was going to be a long day. When the bell signaled that lunch was over, I strode over to the trash can and proceeded to toss my mangled meal, my long curly honey blond hair flowing behind me.

Ugh. I thought, reaching my hand up to my face, massaging my forehead as if the pain in my head would slowly decrease. I knew it wasn't really a headache, but emotionally I was tired and frustrated. A few more hours to go. I mentally reminded myself.

I was so distracted by my own thoughts, I didn't realize that I ran into something hard and stumbled back a bit out of pure surprise. The football player that I had run into looked furious.

"Watch where you're going, Hale!" He shouted to me, acting all brave and macho. His eyes bore into me like daggers, a scowl on his face and suddenly I wished that my uncle was here. This kid was scrawny compared to him. After a quick apology, I pushed past him and tried once again to proceed to class. I didn't get very far, as the football player decided that he hadn't embarrassed me enough, and shouted 'FREAK' down the hallway.

I froze in my tracks at hearing this, and turned around to glare at him. This kid was really pushing my last nerve, as I strode back up to him. "What did you just call me?"

His lips curled into a smirk. "F-R-E-A-K. FREAK!" he retorted, emphasizing each letter just to annoy me, shoving his hands against me and pushing me slightly off balance. I could have just stood there, while his strength was no match to mine, but it would look unnatural if he couldn't push me off balance. Besides, I was just waiting for an opportunity, so I could hit him myself. I pushed back enough so that he would get the message to leave me alone, but he refused. Within seconds, a fight began, the hallway filling up with students intrigued with the fight. The noise becoming louder after he threw punch after punch. When I finally decided that I had faked my injuries enough, I stood up and began to punch him back, the strength of my classmates trying to pull me off of the attacker, was hilarious. I knew that there was no way that they would have the strength, and was surprised when I felt a different more familiar touch, able to lift me away from the fight. I froze as I heard a familiar commanding voice in my ear…one that I could not disobey.

"STOP." He hissed, his arms still locked in a vice grip around my waist. It took me a second to realize that I was now outside with him, and I could tell another person was approaching the two of us.

"Alice, go back inside, Jasper and I will take it from here." a second deeper voice called out.

"Let me go." I seethed, struggling to regain control over myself. I glared at the dark haired guy, my golden eyes burning into his. He smiled, flexing his muscles, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Not until you calm down." He spoke.

The moment Jasper's arms slipped from my waist, I advanced on the muscular guy, giving him the same glaring look that a certain blonde haired beauty would have given him if she were here.

"ENOUGH!" Jasper hissed again. I stopped and twirled around to face him, my golden hair swinging around me. Seeing the look on his face…so contorted from anger and pain and frustration… I instantly calmed down, regretting I ever got into the fight in the first place. Before I could react, his frustrated eyes met my pain filled ones, and although I tried to hide my pain, Jasper saw and felt everything.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, sprinting away from them at a human pace as quickly as possible to my next class.

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The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. There was a lot of talk about the fight spreading like wildfire through the entire student body. I had no doubt that Jasper had explained everything to the rest of the Cullen kids, and was just dreading the next time I would see them. I didn't have to wait long.

It wasn't until I headed towards my car to go home, that they were gathered around it, preventing me from avoiding them. I had no reason to doubt, Jasper had come up with that idea.

I studied them warily with my golden eyes, stopping a few feet from the massive group. The tallest and most intelligent man spoke first, running a long hand through his bronze colored hair. It was one of his habits whenever he was nervous.

"Hi."

I refused to respond, but I nodded my head slightly out of respect for him. He hesitated, but continued, my golden eyes scanning the familiar faces.

"I suppose you know why we're here." He spoke again. "We don't normally do things like this but since you did cause a fight earlier…" I interrupted him at that point.

"He started it. I was simply fighting back." I retorted, annoyed. That caused them to stop and think.

"But it took Jasper and Emmett just to calm you down." He countered. Suddenly it was my turn to be quiet. He was right. I shouldn't have lost control like that…but I knew I followed after my father and he still struggled with his self control. Who knows how bad it could have been if Jasper hadn't pulled me away. I tore my eyes from him and stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry." I simply replied, saddened that once again I was the cause of the disappointment of my family. Fortunately, they didn't remember the tragedy that caused the disappointment before, and for that I was grateful. When I finally looked up at them again, I could tell Jasper had a confused look on his face, and I grumbled to myself, forgetting to block my emotions.

"I think I better get going." I added, trying to manuver around the group to get to my drivers side door.

"Wait." The dark haired pixie chirped. "What's your name?"

I hesitated for a second, my hand grasping the cool metal handle. "Jasmine." I answered.

"Do you have a last name?" Emmett asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

This question was far more difficult to answer. I couldn't tell them my real last name, at least not just yet, and decided that no last name would probably be the safest choice, so I gave Emmett the closest answer I could think of.

"It's not important."

"Of course it is. We would like to get to know you." A lady with dark chocolate colored hair answered.

I sighed refusing to make eye contact with anyone. This is what I wanted, but I was afraid. I'm a different person now than I was thirty years ago…but I desperately missed my family.

"It would be better if you didn't…get to know me. There are things in my past that you would never be able to understand." I hesitated for a brief second before continuing. "I'm sorry. I just can't be around you right now. It's not the right time."

I paused just before climbing into the car, once again, and turned my attention to the dark chocolate haired woman, guilt overtaking me for a split second. "I'm truly sorry about your father, Bella."

"Thank you." Bella replied, slightly taken aback by the comment. I disappeared in the car before anything else could be said, pulling out of the basically empty parking lot leaving a confused look on all the Cullen's faces.