Jenson liked to think she was normal; she really thought she was. But she wasn't. She'd had parents, a brother, two sisters. She had been happy. And now look where she was. In a home with people she didn't even know. She did have a best friend, though, Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn was a good, sweet, kind, understanding girl. Jen loved her, and Kait loved Jen in exchange. The two were like sisters, though Kait could never ever replace Victoria and Jessica. And she couldn't replace Jacob. Jacob had been Jen's favorite sibling; he'd gotten her personality best. To others besides her family, Jenson was a shy, awkward girl. To her family, she was the most outgoing, exciting girl. That had changed the day of the murder.

Jenson had been in her room, asleep. But then she heard a crash. She'd jolted up in shock. She heard another bang and got out of bed, tip toeing to the stairs. She'd stopped when she had a clear view of the downstairs. What she saw shocked her. Mom, Dad, Jacob, Vicki, and Jess were seated on the dining room chairs, tied and gagged. Jen stifled a scream. Oh, God, she thought, I've got to help them. But what can I do? I'm too tiny to take two men. She was pondering ways to set her family free when she was caught from behind. That time she did scream, an earsplitting scream. She was sure the neighbors had heard her. They had, and they called the police.

The police arrived, but they arrived too late. Jenson had watched the two men slit Mom, Dad, Vicki, Jess, and Jacob's throats, telling her if she hadn't screamed they wouldn't have killed them. The police saw her surrounded by the bodies, sobbing. When they'd tried to take her away, she threw a fit, screaming at them to let her go and be with her family. They hadn't. They'd taken her to the hospital, stitching up the place on her upper arm where the men had cut her.

Jenson was rather abruptly taken out of the nightmare when Kait said, "So what time are we going to the movies? I was thinking something kind of early. I mean, you're spending the night at my house, right? Okay. Well, the movie's latest show is 10:15. Mom would never let me go out that late, so we'll have to go to the 8:30 showing. That sound good?"

"Yeah," Jen mumbled. "That sounds good. I'll just have to ask Faye. I'm sure she'll say yes, though. I'll see you then. Bye." And then Jenson got up and left, walking out to her car. When she started driving, she toyed with the crescent moon shaped pendant on the piece of white ribbon. It was the only thing she was able to save from the house before they demoed it. She'd had to buy a whole new wardrobe and new phone. New everything, though they didn't replace what she'd had before. It was the only thing that-

Jenson slammed on the brakes. She noticed someone in the middle of the road. She unbuckled and walked out. It was a large boy with dark hair, gold eyes, and pale skin. "Are you okay?" she asked, touching his arm gently. He nodded. "What's your name?"

"Emmett," he said. He eyed her car, door open, engine running. "Could I… could I have a ride home? Please," he added as an afterthought. Jen nodded, helping him up and into her car. She watched him buckle before she hit the gas and they were off. Jen opened her mouth to ask a question, but Emmett commanded, "Turn left on this street. Then keep going straight until the end of the road. My house is right there."

"Okay," Jenson muttered. "Is any of your family home?" Emmett nodded. Jenson then pulled into the drive way. She got out and walked with Emmett to the front door. He invited her in, and she obliged. When she walked in, she gasped. The bottom floor was almost entirely glass. And then she saw a grand piano. It was beautiful, and Jenson walked over to it, sitting on the bench. She had the urge to play, and she did, shocking herself. She hadn't played since the day of the accident three years ago. She played, and it was as if she'd never stopped playing. She finished then and was shocked to hear clapping behind her. She saw Emmett, and she blushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I just- I hadn't played for a while, and I wanted to." She stopped for a moment. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

Emmett smiled at Jenson. "It's alright. That was beautiful. I'm sure Edward is impressed."

"Edward?" she asked.

"My brother," Emmett clarified. Jenson nodded in understanding. "And you still haven't told me your name. What is it?"

"J-jenson," she stuttered. "But Kait calls me Jen. She's the only one who can get away with it." She then realized that Emmett wasn't listening to her, but he was staring at the scar on her upper arm. She blushed furiously. "I was in an accident when I was younger," Jenson explained.

"Oh. Well, Jenson, how would you like to stay a little longer to meet my family?" Emmett suggested.

"Sure. Just let me call Faye and ask her." Jenson took out her cell phone, dialing Faye. Faye greeted her and Jenson asked, "Faye, would it be alright if I stayed at a friend's house for a few hours to meet his family?"

"Sure, sweetie. Just be home by eight, okay?"

"Gotcha. Bye Faye. I love you, okay?"

"I know, sweetie, I love you, too." Jenson hung up.

"So do you have any younger siblings?" he asked her.

"No," Jenson answered too quickly. "I don't." I just have a two-year-old baby, she thought. Her baby was an adorable little girl, though she wasn't made out of choice. Those two men had also raped a then thirteen-year-old Jenson. Jenson sighed, hearing a car's engine.

"That's them!" Emmett exclaimed, jumping up like a little girl. Jenson just had to laugh at Emmett's enthusiasm. She looked out the glass door, and there stood four beautiful people. There were two boys and two girls. One girl was very tiny with black spiky hair. The other was blonde, about Jenson's height, probably taller. The two boys were very close to Emmett's height, at least six foot each. One had blonde hair like the other girl, and the other boy had bronze colored hair. It reminded Jenson of a penny, and she giggled quietly. The tiny girl reminded her of Iris, and she felt longing for her baby girl, briefly wondering if she was being good for Faye.

Jenson sighed again. And then she was overcome with a sense of nervousness. Who were these people, and what was she doing in their house? It was wrong of her to be here. She should go. She tapped Emmett on the arm. "Emmett, I think I should go. Won't they not like some stranger in their house?"

"Nonsense," he scoffed. They'll love you. I promise." Eddie boy, be careful. And tell Jasper, too. She's got a scent on her. Edward nodded, his lips moving too fast for Jenson to catch what he was saying.

Hmm, she thought. Then all of Emmett's family came in. Edward went to her first and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Edward Cullen. You are?"

"Oh, I'm Jenson Walker. Would you excuse me for a moment? I have to make a phone call." The family nodded, and Jenson walked onto the front porch. She dialed Faye, crossing her fingers.

"Hello?"

"Sorry for calling," Jenson apologized, "but I was wondering if Iris is being good."

"Oh, Jen, she's being an angel," Faye said, and then Jenson heard a, "Mommy, Mommy!"

"Put her on." Jen heard the phone being shuffled around, and she heard Iris's breathing. "Hi, baby. Are you being good for Gamma?"

"I being vewy good! Gamma gave me a wowwipop," Iris told Jenson.

"That's good, baby. Well, Mommy has to go now, okay, but I'll see you later. Mommy promises. I love you."

"I wove you, too, Mommy. Buh-bye!" Jenson hung up, overwhelmed with being a mom and juggling classes. She walked back into the house.

"So," she drawled out, "who is everyone else?"

The pixie girl jumped around Edward and squealed, "I'm Alice, and we'll be best friends! I just know it!" And then she hugged Jenson. Jenson uncertainly wrapped her arms around Alice's slim shoulders.

"Well, I hope we will." Then the blonde boy came over, sticking out his hand.

"I'm Jasper." She shook his hand and was surprised by the cool and smooth feel of it.

Then the blonde girl came over, sticking out her hand, too. "I'm Rosalie, but you can call me Rose." Jenson nodded in understanding. She was about to respond when her phone started ringing.

"Excuse me." She walked about ten feet away. "Hello?"

A frantic Faye answered. "Oh, Jenson, I'm so sorry. I didn't know she would get hurt. And it's all my fault. I'm a terrible gamma. Oh, help!"

"Wait. What's wrong? Who's hurt?"

"Iris! She fell and hit her shin, and it's gushing blood! Oh, I'm going to faint!" Faye babbled.

"Oh my God! Is she okay? Get her to the hospital, Faye! I'll meet you there! Bye." Jenson was frantic. Her baby was hurt, and her mothering instincts were coming out full force. Protect my baby, protect my baby, she was replaying in her mind. "I have to go. Family emergency, but it was nice meeting you all. Bye!" Jenson waved and ran off. When she got in her car, she peeled out of the driveway, not even caring to put on her seatbelt.