Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not me.

My Best Friend's New Best Friends

Chapter 1

Just Another Regular Monday Morning?

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm beeping. I quickly shut the thing up by pressing the "reset" button and grumbled as I reluctantly tossed my legs over the edge of my bed. I yawned and stretched out my muscles. Today was going to be like any other Monday, drab and boring.

I got dressed in a white tee with a black design on the front and a pair of light gray skinny jeans.

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my hairbrush. I ran the item through my fiery auburn tresses, straightening them out and removing the tangles. After I finished the hair treatment, I pocketed my light bubble gum pink lip gloss. Then I darted down the stairs, ready to get some chow.

When I finished my descent, I spotted my dad in his usual spot at the kitchen table, reading his usual morning edition of the morning newspaper while sipping his mug of plain black coffee.

I sighed. Yup, same as any Monday morning.

"Morning, Dad." I said as I opened the cupboard over the dishwasher and slid out the box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes, followed by another cabinet, from which I extracted a bowl.

"Good morning, Alexa." My dad replied, taking another sip of his hot drink.

I preceded in my usual morning rituals by making my way to the fridge. I slid the milk out from the little basket-thing on the door and closed the fridge. I swung my arm, heaving the milk onto the counter, where my bowl and cereal were already waiting.

I then poured the flakes into my bowl and drowned them in milk. I grabbed a spoon, mesmerized for a second at the pretty blue bubbles stuck in the handle.

I shoved the spoon into the mix and brought some of the breakfast to my lips while walking slowly towards the table.

I placed the bowl on the flat surface, sighing in relief because I hadn't sloshed any of its contents onto the clean floor, sat down, and continued munching away.

After I emptied the bowl, I dumped it in the sink and went back upstairs to retrieve my backpack.

I was just about to leave my room, backpack on my back and everything, when I spotted my black beanie just laying there on the arm of my wooden chair, which was situated in front of my cluttered desk.

I looked at my reflection in my full-body-mirror closet door and back at the beanie.

"Alexa, we've gotta get going, or else you'll be late!" came my mom's caring, and slightly worried, voice.

I snatched the beanie and dashed through the door, down the hall, and down the first half of the stairs, putting my right hand on the thick wooden railing and jumping over, landing on my feet with a thump.

My mom gave me a disapproving look.

I shrugged. "It's faster."

My mom sighed and started on our trek to the car.

I spotted Dad on our pathway and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Have a good day, honey!" he called after me.

"Thanks; You too! See ya later!" I threw over my shoulder.

We entered the garage, where I saw that Tiffany, my sixth grader sister, already waiting inside, backpack and all. She smiled up at me, and I returned the smile as I opened the back door on the left hand side of the shiny, white Mercedes E-class. I petted her silky reddish-brown hair, lovingly. We each buckled our seat belts and in no time, Mom had turned the key in the ignition and we were off in the direction of our schools.

I grabbed my Jansport backpack and turned to my mom. I managed to place a small kiss upon her cheek and she sent me off with an "I love you and hope you a have a great day!"

"Thanks, mom! Hope you have a good day too!" I said as I climbed out of the pearly car. I turned to the right and turned the corner, entering the large white building called Tymoor High School. I quickly made my way through a crowd of junior boys and headed for the ladies' restroom.

I took my place in front of a mirror and placed the beanie on top of my head, so that it was tilting slightly backwards. After I was satisfied, I slid a layer of the lip gloss over my full lips.

I rubbed my lips together for an instant and exited the restroom sanctuary, entering the hustle-and-bustle of the morning madness.

I somehow managed to actually tread my way through the crowd to the place where my best friend, Tammi, and I usually met up. I spotted her, mid-back black hair with blue streaks entwined in braids, her light green eyes sparkling in the light, hugging her dark purple binder to her little-less-than-average chest, smiling warmly as she saw me approach. I returned the smile, happy to see Tammi's familiar face.

"Hey, Tams!" I called to her as I swiftly approached the dark-haired girl.

"Nice to see you, Lexi!" she greeted back, her slight British accent making her sound very sweet and sincere.

"So what did you…" I started to ask, when I was interrupted by the loud bleep that was called "the bell".

"Guess that's our cue!" Tammi said cheerfully and we started jostling through the sea of highschoolers, Tammi in front, me following close behind, noting the cute purple and white tank top the girl in front of me wore.

We made it to homeroom in the nick of time; just as we took our seats, the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

"Good morning, class!" the teacher greeted. "I'm proud to announce that we have three new transfer students!"

At this the whole class "oohed" and leaned forwards in their seats. I craned my neck, mildly intrigued.

Mrs. Malcolm, the teacher, opened the door a crack.

"You may come in now, don't be shy." Mrs. Malcolm cooed.

She then took her place in her chair at the front of the room.

Everyone waited with bated breath as the door swung open and three figures stepped in.

I nearly choked on my own saliva.

"This can't be happening!!!"

Author's note: So there you have it! A new story! For my Twilight fans it must have seemed like I had disappeared from the Earth! I'm sorry for that, but I'm really interested in writing this story, so I shall be posting more often! Hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you will like the story in the future! Reviews would be greatly appreciated and I guess flames are welcome.