I closed my book with a huff, it was much more interesting than me than my history right now. It didn't matter, there was a quiz and I had to listen. My grades were already taking a downward plunge and I couldn't afford not to pay attention now. Though, like it would do any good. One time span of five minutes of intent and reluctant listening will do little to make up for weeks upon weeks of distraction.

Why couldn't I read my book? Even though I'd read it a million times-no exaggeration- it was still so interesting! I longed to plunged deep into my story, to the forests and the rain where I knew I belonged. It was becoming a bit of an obsession, bit being an understatement. All of my time was either spent reading, talking, or thinking about my book and it's characters. It's silly, to get wrapped up in a book, but it wasn't just any book…it's was the book…the series of books that captivated me and pulled me in. It didn't help that the writer was so awesome and such a phenomenon!

Major and highly deserved props to Stephanie Meyer for dreaming up the wonderful world in which I constantly lived. She was the author who had brought my vampires to life, me to life. Her series the "Twilight Saga" held me in an inescapable headlock, one which I was more than happy to be in. I loved her wonderful descriptions. She brought the characters to the world. I'm one of those people who really appreciates an author's skill. Of course, I thought that the books were not fictional, not made up. They were just accounts of real people and real events that just happened to be recorded. Such high regard for my reading left me distracted most of the time.

"Sam!" my friend Saree hissed from an adjacent seat. She leaned forward in order to talk to me. "what did you get on the quiz?"

I sighed. "C" I muttered.

She made a face, it was not ashamed, only sorry. Sorry for me. She pulled her sandy blond hair out from her eyes, I liked when she did that. Her eyes were always my envy. Lately, I've noticed that everyone I knew had yellow somewhere in their eyes. Whether it was speckled, or just a light amber that looked goldish yellow in the right light, all the same, it was yellow. I noticed it with Saree more. Her eyes were a liquid blue, but her black pupils had a prominent ring of gold. I was jealous, she had a slight resemblance to a vampire that I did not.

She was used to good grades. She could balance her many hobbies and keep up acedemics. I could not, well, not lately. She of course, was imersed into the "Twilight" world as much as I was, only she, knew about keeping her priorites.

The bell rang then, rescuing me from my misery. I quickly shoved my books and things back into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I waited patiently for Saree and we would walk together to our next class, Algebra. Oh joy...

"Kientz!" I shouted over my back at my other friend who would follow us out of our History class.

"Yeah...I'm comin'!" she replied, irritated at our impatience. She would just have to pack up faster. She was shivering, visinbly cold. She'd forgotten a jacket, a dumb move right now. The weather in our otherwise blazing and blistering desert small town had been acting weird the last few weeks, it was much colder than usual. "It's f-freakin' c-cold!"

I laughed, she'd stated the very, very obvious.

"Oh...no?"Saree replied sarcastically. "Cheyenne, you should probably br-"

A kid bumped into Saree. She whirled around in response. Her eyes, incredulous.

"Hey!!Who did that?!"She bellowed. No one fessed up. A wise move. "Whatever. Sam, did you know there are some new kids?"

I shook my head in denial."Nope"

"Yeah!, apparently, they're super hot!! Like, super super hot!" She scowled suddenly, her adorable little face puckered."Ivory will have a good day today." She twisted her tone around the name, like it was leathal, as she referred to a very popular girl at our school.

Ivory Locke, was very influential in the social ladder of our junior high-which we would escape this year. She actually had once been good friends with Saree, but then the drama started. There was a huge fight-about a boy, naturally-Saree was left with bitter feelings and a deep routed dispise for the curly headed prep.

"Mmm." I agreed.

"Bye Sam." Cheyenne and Saree said to me.

I hadn't realized we'd reached our next class, that I was looking down at the floor when I walked. Math, was the only class that I was separated from my two best friends and it was not that great. I didn't know anyone in my class. I sat in the back corner, mostly surrounded by empty desks. Nodding, I parted from them and walked down the hall. When I walked into the door, I stopped short. I caught my breath, which somehow seemed to escape me. It, wasn't my teacher that took my breath away, Mr. Varner hardly had that effect on his mother...It was the boy next to him. He was beautiful. Hearbreakingly and breathtakingly beatiful-literally. He had green eyes, for some reason, that surprised me, like I'd been expecting gold or black...or red. He smiled at me when he saw me, it was a straight perfect smile, over straight perfect teeth.

Mr. Varner noticed me, and beconed me forward.

I stumbled and finally made it there.

"Mrs. McKinny, would you please help our new student?" His gruff tone distracted me from my gawking.

I only nodded.

"Mr. Cullen..."the rest was lost to me. This beautiful boy's name was Cullen and he was very beatiful. "Thank you for helping Michael." Mr. Varner said to me. My gut fell down, poor me, really, his name was Michael. Not Edward.

Michael, as his name was, had his seat assigned to the only empty one in the class. The one next to mine. He didn't say a word until we sat down and he asked me what we were learning. It seemed off to me, that a new student would be transfered-into honors classes no less-so late in the year.

"What are we working on so far?" He said quietly, at first, I wasn't sure if he was speking to me.

"Systems.."I replied a beat off.

He nodded acknowledingly. I'd all but forgotten him until he spoke again, the odd thing was, I'd forgotten him, in my distraction of comparing him to a vamprie.

"So," he said suddenly."do I have to ask?"

I started at his face, still beautiful, confused. His very irrelivant question had made no sense, there was no recognition in my thoughts as I scanned his inquiry once, twice, three times over in my mind. I hadn't noticed that I was really trying to memorize his voice, picture the way his lips formed the words...