I know I have a bunch of other stories going, but I just had this great idea and wanted to try it out!

My Life as a Teenage… Something

Chapter One: Details, Details

Hey, I'm Blair Cullen. My parents are Bella and Edward Cullen: both vampires. But, when I was born, only one was: Edward. That would be my dad, obviously.

So, basically my mom and dad did 'it,' I was miraculously 'made,' and mom had to wait 10 months until she could be changed. I was a month early but it took her two months to get the baby weight off. That would be the story of my life—well, not entirely. This is the story of my life after that happened. Also, I'm not going to bore you with the details of my first 16 years of living. They were pretty normal: playing with my friends, swimming, eating ice cream, having my first blood at age 12. Ya know, the normal kid things.

This story is about how I, Blair Cullen went through my entire unbitten change to full vampire (it was very painful, but we'll get to that later) and my attempts to get a boyfriend and maybe a few more friends. The Three are great, but a girl's gotta have more than two friends, right?

So, now that I've bored you with those weird details, lets get on with the show! Shall we?

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"Blair Elizabeth Cullen! Get down here right now young lady!" my mom called from downstairs.

"God, mom. You don't need to yell. I've got super hearing, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. But yelling makes more of an impact, don't you think?"

I sighed. "Yes, mom."

She crossed her arms and looked up at me. I was standing at the top of our front staircase while she stood at the bottom, glaring up at me. "I know you snuck out last night. Your window was open and I've got super hearing too, remember?"

I rolled my eyes, but she caught it. Stupid vampire eyesight.

"Don't you dare sass me, young lady."

"Mom! I'm practically the same age as you!"

"Technically I'm thirty seven." I was turning the conversation away from me, and thankfully she hadn't noticed yet.

"Maybe in age, but not in looks, mother dearest."

"Stop changing the subject! You are grounded for a week."

Crap, she noticed. "Um, so you're adding another week to the month and a half I already have?"

She counted the weeks on her fingers. "Yes! Now it's seven weeks."

"You know, if you keep adding on punishment, I'm just going to keep sneaking out. The more you stop me the more I'll find ways around," I threatened.

"Well, until you make your change, you are still human. You cannot run fast, you are not super strong, and you barely have senses that are equivalent to a dogs!" Ooh, she was playing dirty.

"Well, mom," I stressed the word, "at least I'm not some freak who pretends she's human!"

"You're not human either."

"I'm more human than you'll ever be!"

"For now. Grampa Carlisle says it'll happen within a few weeks."

"I've got six weeks to figure out new ways out of this stupid house. Don't you think I wont try to find them." I was angry now. This argument, which had started in my favor, had completely turned around. I didn't even know what we had first started talking about! Turning on my heel, I let out a small scream and stomped back to my room.

I don't think I could last six more weeks! And then I had a whole other week of grounding after that. God, my life sucks.

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The next day

My alarm went off at 6:30. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, washed my face and stumbled down the stairs at 6:45. Grabbing my homework and a water bottle filled with fresh blood (I'd stopped eating real food at 14. It was just repulsive after tasting blood), I ran out to wait for Alaina. Alaina Boxwitter was my best friend. She and Hannah Correy were my best, and only friends that I had made since moving to Milford, Connecticut. We had had to move every few years because of the lack of obvious aging in my parents. Because of that I had never made many friends and had never stayed long enough of people to get to know me. I had never felt close enough to tell anyone my families' secret or my possible future. How can you trust someone when you only know her a maximum of five years?

I was reflecting on this when Alaina pulled up in her new mini Cooper. For her seventeenth birthday her parents had bought her the car and she never let anyone else drive it. Convincing her to drive us to school was hard enough!

Hannah had already called shotgun so I threw my bag in the back and crawled in after it. They were singing along to a song on the radio. It was some old song that I knew the lyrics but not the title or band. "Because maybe… you're gonna be the one who saves me…. And after all… you're my wonderwall."

I laughed as they continued singing the entire way to school. Pulling into the lot, Alaina spotted Jonas and wolf-whistled for my benefit. Jonas Haye was the best looking, nicest, sweetest, smartest boy in our class (in my opinion) and I'd had a crush on him for months. Alaina and Hannah had been pushing me to talk to him forever; but despite being one of the 'tough girls' at school, talking to cute guys was one area I had never learned how to handle.

They laughed as I slid farther down in my seat. Could my day get any worse? Jonas was looking so adorable today, and having him in two of my classes was hard enough on a bad day. Concentrating on geometry and the legal system was going to be extremely hard today. Maybe I should ditch one of them…

Alaina pulled in a parking spot in the back of the lot—far away from Jonas—and told us to get out or die of suffocation. Giggling, we went to our lockers and went to homeroom together. Thankfully, we were all in the same homeroom with Miss Jolla as our monitor.

I sighed, slid into my seat, put my head in my hands and tried to catch some more sleep. They should really make school start as better hours. 9:30 anyone?

So, did you like that? The beginning explained a lot, so you should probably be able to figure out where this is going. Review please! And take my poll!