Disclaimer: The new and improved generation of Forks is mine. The timeless Cullens, however, belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Mike III POV

I walked up to Tyler and sat down, putting my tray at my seat. Shortly after, Anna and Stacie followed, sitting also. They didn't have food though.

"You guys! You need to eat, you know." They were constantly trying to lose weight. They were convinced that, even as the hottest girls here, they were fat.

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say, Mike."

We laughed and talked. Tyler and Stacie were worried about their Spanish exam they took and Anna was panicking about some Literature discussion we were having after lunch.

The doors to the cafeteria opened, sending a gush of cold air our way. Everyone stopped talking as a group of models walked in. They were all terribly pale, but gorgeous. There were six of them, all skinnier than Anna and Stacie. The guys walked in first. One was huge, with brown hair. The next wasn't quite as built, but sturdy. He had messy blond hair that looked natural, like he'd been running. I spent an hour trying to get my hair to do that every morning! The last one to come in wasn't quite as sturdy but he could obviously defend himself. Of course, standing next that first guy, everyone was only 'sturdy.' His bronze-ish hair also looked like he'd been running, but he didn't look winded at all. He swept the room as if looking for someone and nodded almost imperceptibly. All three turned, almost at the same time, and grabbed the wrists of three girls. The girls were laughing and whining. It was a wonder they didn't fall, but they just walked in gracefully. There was one blond. She was amazing. Her legs went on forever and were made longer by a pair of wicked high heels. I winced, remembering how Anna had thrown one at me once and almost took an eye out. Her lips were bright red, but it looked natural. The next one followed the blond boy. She was terribly short. Not quite five feet, I'd guess, but she carried herself like a dancer. Every movement was graceful, sinuous. She, along with the bronze-haired dude, grabbed the wrist of the last girl.

My breath caught when I saw her. She was wearing a light, faded mini skirt and a dark long-sleeved t-shirt. She was wearing Converse, although she could have been wearing ten inch heels and looked graceful. She looked like she was upset the most of all of them, like she didn't want to be here in this small town. I snorted and six pairs of eyes were on me. They were all various shades of topaz and it was disconcerting. I grimaced and stared back until, one by one, they backed off. They all went to sit in a corner of the cafeteria no one ever used. No one knew why, but it was like none of our parents had, so we weren't going to.

Slowly, the noise picked up, but it was a little more quiet than usual.

"See, Mike, you idiot. That's why we can't eat. They are skinny. We are not. But we need to get that way in time for prom." Anna sounded ticked and I didn't blame her. Those new girls were smoking.

I glanced up and was met with another set of topaz eyes. It was the short one, staring at me. The blond girl next to her tugged her arm, saying something that made all three girls laugh.

"Yeah, well, I think you're perfect the way you are Anna, but if you insist. Hey, you wanna get to Lit early? It'll only be five minutes but…" I trailed off.

"Sure. Hey, maybe one of the new kids will be in our class!" Anna was suddenly much happier as we went to go dump my tray. We made our way over to the Arts building across campus. As we walked up the stairs and to our advanced literature class, we ran into the blond girl and the girl in Converse.

"Hi, we're new. I'm Rosalie Hale and this is Bella McCarty," the blond said, gesturing to first herself then the girl next to her. "Could you help us find room…" she trailed off.

"Two thirteen," Bella stated when it escaped Rosalie. "It should be the Advanced Literature class with Ms. Stuart."

"Yeah, that's where we're headed," I said, pointing them down the hall.

"That's where we need to be, not that we want to be or anything. We're discussing the use of villains in fiction. We're discussing it all week and then we need to write our own fiction story, to be read out loud in class, with a traditional bad guy in a good buy scene. Like anyone cares about to used the Joker as the good guy? I mean, how is that advanced literature?" Anna chattered away.

I saw the two girls share a look and Rosalie smirked.

"I think it's a great idea. Too many times certain characters are stereotyped into 'bad guy' roles, even if they aren't really bad. Like vampires, or monsters or whoever. I mean, Cyclops isn't necessarily a good guy but that old DVD, Monster's Inc. showed that one green dude…"

"Mike, as a good guy," Bella finished for Rosalie. They seemed really close. "Remember when we did that? I cannot believe that woman found a copy of a movie from, like, fifty years ago to show us! I mean, really, it was great but how did she do it?" Bella questioned.

"Anyway, I think I have something like that from my old school in my bag." Rosalie continued where she left off. "We spent a whole semester on it, though. We were in an advanced school, too, so I guess that ought to count for something, right?"

I looked down to see that she did, in fact, have a tote bag. It was nicer than any others at the school. Bella's was a School Boy Humor tote that was faded, like she'd used it a lot.

"I love them," I said, pointing at her bag in a lull in the conversation.

"Oh, me, too, but no one really knows them since they're so old." Bella got a glare from Rosalie. I got the feeling that there was something more I wasn't catching.

"Uh, they are kinda old. My great-great-grandpa was friends with them."

"Awesome. So was my boyfriend's. Great-great-grandpa, or whatever, I mean." She seemed to stumble, like it was a complete lie, but not quite.

"Anyway, here we are. Have fun in hell."

Bella and Rosalie laughed and opened the door. They went up to talk to the teacher and we found seats. On discussion days – heck, on any day – the teacher set up our desks in a circle so we could 'all see each other' and there were no assigned seats because we needed to be able to 'move around to where you can find inspiration.' Geez, what a quack she was.

Bella and Rosalie sat side by side next to me, taking up a table. They talked like Anna and I did until the bell rang.

"Alright, students, quiet down. Okay, so today we're discussion why certain characters get type-cast. Who wants to start?"

Bella raised her hand.

"Okay, Bella. Class, this is Bella and Rosalie, transfers from Pennsylvania. Bella will lead the discussion today, seeing as she raised her hand first," Ms. Stuart proceeded to tell us to behave and went to the teachers lounge. This would be fun. We always did our discussions because we were quizzed on them but the leader made or broke them.

"Okay, so basically, a well-known character is always type-cast based on one or two books and the rest follow, right?" People nodded. "Okay, so, like the vampire? I'd say Dracula kinda set the stage for vampires as bad guys, basically, right? So…now all vampires are 'bad.'" She had gotten up and was sitting on the edge of her desk. She crossed her legs and wrinkled her nose, like that was bad.

"Yeah, but they eat people. That is kind of a bad thing in my book," my friend Pete spoke out. A few other people nodded. I knew that's what we were all thinking.

"How do you know? Have you ever met one? Maybe they don't all eat people. Just because one person chose to see them that way, all are? That's major type-casting. People use behavior and examples in other instances to base their opinion on things and it isn't right." That Rosalie girl certainly fought for what she believed in.

"So what? Are you telling me that a) that's always a bad thing and b) you don't do that? I mean, okay, I get your point but, really. Is it smart to go into something and have no clue what you're going against, even if it's the wrong idea? I mean, I know I listen to that kind of thing all the time. That does not mean it's bad. I bet you do it, too, Rosalie," my friend Angie spoke out.

"Not really. I know better."

Bella spoke up again. "Okay, enough. Back to the topic at hand: how are people type-cast? I want everyone in here to take out a sheet of paper and write a paragraph on type-casting. I don't care if you write about how it's done, why, what you think, and example or whatever. Then, I want you to bring it up to Rose and me. We're going to play a little game." Everyone grumbled a little bit. "Quiet down!" Bella snapped. At that moment, she was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life. Rosalie glanced up at her and Bella just waved her hand a little, without even looking at her.

We all wrote about whatever we chose for maybe twenty minutes. I made up some crap about how type-casting is wrong but an essential part of life.

Although we may not like it, type-casting exists in our lives everyday.
It doesn't matter what we want or don't want.
What does matter is who other people think we are.
It doesn't just happen to actors and characters,
it happens to everyday people.
Some girls are cheerleaders, some guys are stoners.
It doesn't matter to anyone else.
As soon as you walk into a building or an environment,
people judge you.
First impressions are often the basis of type-casting
and there's nothing anyone can do.
Once you are set as a certain type of person,
society says you have to keep that up.
You buy the clothes, date the girls, you do whatever it takes.
It's a part of society that isn't going away and we need to face it.

I reached over and handed my paper to Rosalie, who read the whole thing in about two seconds flat. I raised my eyebrows and turned back to Anna, who was doodling in her notebook. Mr. and Mrs. Mike Newton III. I smiled and grabbed my pencil. Mrs. Anna Newton? I like it. She gasped and turned to me, her eyes sparkling. After graduation I mouthed and she smiled looking at another friend, Becca, across the room.

"Okay. We're going to read put these on the overhead. I want this half of the room to be a team and that half to be a team. On go, you need to identify the author, decide if they make legitimate claim or not, come up with support for your side and fix any mistakes. You then must write that on the board. My side will always need to be for the point; Rose's will be against it. Fair?" We nodded. "Ready? Begin." Bella put the first paper up on the screen. My side won. It was Angie's paper and she thought type-casting was important.

The end of the class came way too soon, but we weren't going to have a quiz because Bella had somehow taped our little game and kept score, fixing the papers as we went along. She handed the little disk and all the papers to Ms. Stuart in a manila folder as she walked out the door.

The rest of the day passed and I found that Pete was in another class with Bella. He said that she had told him all about her family. Apparently, Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife, Esme, had adopted all six of them when they were younger. Dr. Cullen was a big time surgeon and had been here for maybe six months while Esme re-did their house and brought them up during their spring break at their other school. The blond boy, Jasper, and Rosalie were twins, both sophomores, like us. So was Bella. Her sister, Alice (the short one) was a year older. Then, both the other boys, Edward and Emmett, were only kids, adopted by the Cullens in the last couple years.

Slowly, I learned that Emmett loved to wrestle and Edward was good at piano. Rosalie liked cars and Alice was practically a shopping addict. Jasper was really into history. Carlisle liked traveling and Esme liked to fix up houses and garden. Bella said she was the only 'normal' one, but admittedly liked to run. She said they all read quite a bit, and loved music. The girls liked to shop, although Bella less than Rosalie and Alice. Pete said that the guys liked to gamble, but Carlisle and Esme had no problem with it, as long as it wasn't anything harmful. They were 'really great parents.' They also hiked a lot, especially when it was sunny.

I grabbed Anna's hand and we walked out into the rain. We raced over to my car and got in just in time to see all the new kids pile into a black Cadillac Escalade Hybrid. I saw Alice driving and pointed it out to Anna, who laughed as we got into my truck. I drove her home and went to my family's store for the evening before doing my homework. I couldn't help but think about the Cullens. They were all pieces of work, that was for sure, but I wasn't sure what to think of them.

IMPORTANT! AN: Okay, sorry it sucks but this is my first real fanfiction. And, before you say nasty things, this Mike isn't nearly as disgusting and vile as his great-great-grandfather. He's annoying at times but so am I, so whatever. Also, the next chapter will start into the lovely Bella's perspective. I'm being yelled at to get off the computer but reviews would be nice. Kind reviews would be better :] .
~Diizzy