EdwardPOV

I sat at our usual lunch table in the back of the cafeteria with my family. All the students seemed to act normally, sitting in their usual stereotype order and pretending that they were different compared to all the others. When, in reality, they were just going about like teenagers - and people in general, really - had been going about since the dawn of man. It is unnerving, to say the least, to have to live as a high schooler as many times as I have. I´ve lost count. Not that I ever started counting.

"Have you heard? The chief's daughter is coming back to town."

I glanced up to see a girl, who I recognized as Jessica, who had been trying, unsuccessfully, to get me to go on a date with her since I came here, just enter the cafeteria with her friend.

"No!" her friend beamed, "Really? What was her name again?"

"I think it was Isabella. Chief Swan has been talking about it all week, he tells anybody who is willing to listen." More like anybody who doesn´t tell him to shut the fuck up. So annoying, she thought.

I´ve been in town long enough to know who the chief is but I am not enough of a trouble maker to have actually talked to him. I bet he appreciates that.

"Yeah, I bet. It was, like, a huge scandal when his wife left him all those years ago and took their child with her. The whole town new about it", but no one said anything to him because they were afraid he was going to throw them in jail for having said what they thought. Talk about being paranoid, Jessica's friend, Lauren, thought.

I wasn´t interested in hearing anymore so I rose from my seat with my plate to go to my next class. I swiftly walked away from my table without saying anything to my siblings and dumped my untouched food.

I tried not to think, or listen, to what every pupil in the room were thinking about; Isabella Swan was coming back to town. I think my head is going to explode.

IsabellaPOV

Plane traveling is not that bad, once you accustom to the kid who is sitting behind you and kicking at the back of your seat, the fat lady at your side who snores and the drunken old geezer in front of you who gropes the airhostess every time she walks by. Yeah, plane trips are a joy, but hey, I am not one to complain.

I am now on my way to Forks, Washington, to live with my dad. My mother and her husband, Phil, sent me here for who knows what reason. I have never caused her any trouble, if you overlook the few fires in the back yard that the police had come to investigate due to an "anonymous" phone call. I was just casting a circle; I had the fire under control. Well, not that you can actually control one of the elements, but it was not going to burn up the backyard.

I guess that the rumors about me being 'a freak' or 'a member of a cult' had reached my mother's ears. She did not give them a second thought after I told her it was nothing and that I could handle it, but when they started affecting her and Phil she started questioning my way of life.

When she told me to stop I refused. It is, as I said, a way of life; nothing you can just stop doing. So she tried another method; to threaten me. She told me that if I did not stop casting circles and "worship the devil", as most people in the neighborhood, school and at the social gatherings called it, she would send me to my father in Washington.

When I told her that I understood her conditions and concern and that I had no problem agreeing to her terms, therefore I would be going to Forks she started screaming at me to go to my room and stay there.

Did she suppose that I would mind moving in with my father simply because he was the chief of police in town? Although… therefore she might have concluded that he would not let me go out at midnight when there was a full moon.

Oops, I thought, I did not think about that.

The airhostess passed then and told me to buckle up – we were about to land. I gave her a smile and thanked her for telling me.

When the hostess passed my seat and turned to the one in front of me I saw a hand reach out toward her left breast. This is not the way it works.

I rose from my seat and grabbed the man's hand.

"Excuse me", I said as I gave him a friendly smile, "could you keep your hands to yourself, please?"

"Who are you to tell me that kid?" he asked, drunkenly.

"Let me enlighten you. If you don´t", I said and grabbed his manhood as I pushed and squeezed hard, "this will be gone before you know it. Is that clear?"

He blinked at me, the sound of a strangled chicken escaping his lips.

"Yeah", was his lame, final answer.

"Good."

The airhostess thanked me as I returned to my seat, half of the passengers' shocked faces turned to me. I sat down and felt the kid attack the back of my seat again. I turned around and looked at him severely. I explained that you should not kick a chair that someone is sitting in. He nodded and kept his head down.

I turned back around and buckled up.

I wonder how people can just let things like these go by without doing anything. It is simply not right. Then I heard a loud snore from my right. You know what they say; it is not over until the fat lady snores.

Walking off the plane I was greeted by a cold wind and rain. Great welcoming Ran, Skadi.