My family is far some normal, so it's safe to say I didn't have a normal life. I guess it was because I'm adopted. My biological parents died when I was just born, a freak accident according to the Adopting Agency. Go figure. They were from Dublin, Ireland and immigrated to America about three years before I came along. I was told they were young, fidgety and so in love each other, sounds like a Romeo and Juliet romance to me. I don't even know what they look like, no pictures or records were found under their name, O'Callaghan. Funny how that means bright headed, meaning my fiery red hair. So here I am, Harper O'Callaghan, a baby in a adoption hold and looked over for 6 months. Not one couple that came through those doors wanted me, I couldn't blame them. It was already odd enough to see a red headed baby who gave every person a confused look. But it wasn't until I was 7 months old when I was adopted by two of the most loving parents in the world: Carlisle and Esme Cullen.

According to the Adoption Agency, when they came through the doors and all jaws dropped. They looked as if they belonged to a Hollywood set in the 1920's, gorgeous features and smiles that could kill. But what really made them so unforgettable was they personalities: passionate, loving and humble. When they first saw me, according to Esme, they fell in love with me. I didn't know why, and I still don't know why to this day. How could a beautiful couple like that love a ordinary being like me? But I guess they loved me so much they adopted me on the spot.

I was instantly loved and pampered in my new home and family. Having five older siblings, two loving parents and nothing but bliss make my young childhood everything I wanted and more. Esme was a wonderful mother to me, teaching how to read and write on her spare time, giving me unconditional love and support. Carlisle was the one who helped me with my first words and steps, reading me stories and being the best father he could be and more. I couldn't ask for two better parents.

Then there were my siblings, five of them to be exact. They all were the same age, or so it looked liked to me, so having 5 teenage siblings was a adventure on my part. First there was Edward. He taught me how to play piano, though he was ten times better, and his stubbornness rubbed off one me. Then I have Alice, my personal stylist. Ever since I was adopted, Alice would buy me clothes and dress me up like her own doll, but when I started to speak up on my own, she knew when to back off. But I know I got some compassion from her in the long run.

Jasper is a whole different story. He always knew how I was feeling and calmed me down when I was having a bad day. Plus he is a avid reader, reading to me every night when I was little. I loved his calm mood, it never ceases to amaze me. Emmett on the other hand, was my own personal teddy bear. For a good day I could play with him, and on bad days when he would just hold me and comfort me. Though he has taught me some jokes our mother would not approve of, he's been a great big brother to me.

Lastly there was Rosalie, nothing but beauty radiating off of her. She would give me nothing but love, as if she was my second mother. I would be jealous of her beauty later in life.

So growing up with this loving family, I thought I had my life made. Though we moved every four for five years, I thought my family was normal as a child. I thought since my family had extremely cold skin, fast reflexes and strength, extreme beauty and high intelligence, everyone should have that too. Boy was I wrong in Jr. High school in Monterey, California. As I walked into school in my first day as a twelve year old new girl, everyone was tan, average looking, slow and a dumb as a rock.

It was then I started to question my life, more importantly, my family. Why did they look different? Was there something wrong with them?

I went to Carlisle after school that day and told him what was on my mind. It was then I first saw concern in his eyes, and it scared me. I never saw him so scared before when I asked him why we were different, or at least, why was my family different except for me. He then told me what they really were and why they were so different.

He told me they were all vampires.

At first I didn't believe him, thinking it was some kind of prank they were pulling me. But he explained to me everything. Why they were so pale, their skin was always cold, they were very strong and fast, how they can never reproduced which was why they adopted me, they never slept so they spent their nights becoming more intelligent, how they never aged which was why we moved a lot so they wouldn't be discovered, and most importantly, how they only fed on the blood of animals and not humans.

He then explained how I never knew. The whole family made sure they were properly fed when around me, and when they were hungry they went off hunting in pairs instead of the whole group, to make it less noticeable to me. It was all surreal to me, but in a way I felt more at ease. I wasn't scared of them and of what they were, they seemed more civil than the vampire I read in books and graphic novels.

Carlisle then asked me if I still wanted to be a part of this family, meaning if I was too scared of them he could send me back to the Adoption Agency and I can find another family. How foolish of him to ask such a question, when I grew up with this family, I couldn't picture myself with another family. I loved the fact we were extraordinary, so I told him I would stay.

But it brought up another conflict, if I was either to grow up and love my life as a human being, or join them and be a vampire. I chose to be a vampire, I longed to be with my family forever. Edward and Rosalie were the only ones who didn't like my decision at all, telling me I should live a human life and experience things only humans can. But I knew I wanted to be with my family. So Carlisle made a deal with me. When I turned 18 and graduated from high school, I can then decide if I wanted to life my life as a human or end and become a vampire.