My name is Robin Forbes. I'm fourteen years old and an obsessed Twilighter with a huge –though irrational - crush on Seth Clearwater. My favourite hair accessory is an Alice band, my favourite top is a pink halter-neck affair and a year ago, I fell into Breaking Dawn and entered the world of the greatest book series ever, where I was imprinted upon by my all-time favourite shape-shifter and became best friends with Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen.
My life is close to perfect, although my new 'family' always argue with my boyfriend as they are mortal enemies. Don't ask. I'm in the local high school, even though I should be in middle school. I was moved up early because the teachers couldn't bear my overly sarcastic and witty comments along with my superior intelligence (I'm not making it up, we took a non-verbal reasoning test and I got higher marks than our homeroom teacher who had nothing else to give us), my isolation from family members and my WHINING. He he. I love whining.
But never mind my wonder whining skills; there are much more important matters at hand than that. Firstly, I'm human and know about vampires. The Volturi won't be very happy about that. Secondly, my boyfriend is close to immortal and I'm aging like a normal human being should, but the only way for me to live forever is vampire venom. A way Seth highly disapproves of, more so than Edward did Bella. Thirdly, I don't know how to get back home to my family and friends in the real world. Despite my undying love for Seth, I'm only a child and need my family.
But right now, here I am, face-to-face with death itself and calmly telling it that I need to go home and if it had any heart, any chance of humanity at all, it would let me go. The strange thing? Death is listening and taking it in. And because it's so desperate to hold onto whatever fragments of its human life it retained I might manage to get out of this alive. Death nods once and a wave of relief passes through me. Until Death's cronies move forwards to attack.