Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, Stephenie Meyer does. And in repect for her, I have not changed any of the details she put in her Twilight books but I added my own thoughts to those ideas.

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Getting Ready

Ever since I was born, I have always expressed a feeling to every event that came up. When I woke up this morning it was different. I felt emotionless. Although I knew I was ready, I couldn't find the tiniest bit of excitement within me.

My parents told me that the first day of school would be unpredictable and that it made everyone apprehensive especially for me - considering I'm immortal. If it wasn't for my desire of being a nurse or a doctor and work with Carlisle, I wouldn't have gotten to go to school from the first place.

As soon as I got ready, - which only took a few seconds - I went down the hall with an outraging speed that the sounds of my footsteps were like an echo behind me.

"Ready," I said with a somewhat hopeful smile on my face.

"Nessie, how many times have I told you not to run in the house?" cried Mom drastically.
"Sorry," I said in an apologetic tone. But I honestly didn't get the idea. It was probably because I was a bit clumsy when I didn't pay attention to my movements, but it only happened rarely.

"Come on, let's get you to school," said Dad this time, with a hint of a smug smile on his lips. Of course he read my thoughts.

When we got to the garage at the other house, we found Rosalie stretching out in her recently cleaned red car. She opened the passenger door for me as we entered the garage.

"Hop in, Nessie," she said with the same smile I gave to Mom this morning.

"I thought we agreed that I would be the one driving her today" Mom seemed to be starting the fight this time. And from there it began. Mom and Rosalie kept discussing this ever since it was decided that I would go to high school.

"It's okay, Mom, she can drive me there for today and then you'll drive me to school everyday after that. You can also ride with us on our way there. I'm sure you wouldn't mind, would you, Rosalie?" I tried to break their disagreement because I was sure starting my day this way wouldn't help me in any way.

"Of course not," said Rosalie with a tone similar to sarcasm but pleasing enough.

Just when I was about to get in the car, Alice swayed hurriedly into the room. Whatever this day was about to bring me it was sure going to be overwhelming. Good thing Dad wouldn't be able to hear my thoughts at school.

Dad chuckled.

"What's up Alice?" It had only been a second between my question and her arrival.

"I was just checking to see if you were wearing the right clothes for the event and I was right, you obviously didn't make a good choice." Her accusation wasn't going to make this day any less abstract either.

"What is wrong with what I'm wearing, Alice?" I said as I stared down at my simple clothes (a coffee-brown, long-sleeved shirt with a rectangular neck cut and small ribbon tied laces at each end of either side of the shirt, dark blue skinny but comfortable jeans, and my designer low-heeled boots.) Although they looked classy, they weren't as high-fashioned as most of my other clothes that Alice and Rosalie got me, but after all I was only going to school. "Besides, who cares about how I look anyway?" I never have really showed interest in what I was wearing as long as it was clean and appropriate but I still liked fashion especially since I got to dress up Mom on special occasions instead of Alice and Rosalie which she much preferred.

"It doesn't show your uniqueness, Nessie." She wasn't going to give up that easily.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Does it really matter that much." I said while I put my hand on her shoulder and by then I was sure she wouldn't resist my persuasion.

"You are so much like your mother." She cried, not willing to admit that she gave up.

"I know," I shot a glance at Mom with a confident smile. She was already in the car with Dad next to her on the couch. Her answering smile was sheepish but comforting.

"I'm waiting and we gotta go, school starts in forty seven minutes." Rosalie was starting to lose her patience.

I went into the car and closed the door behind me. I said "Bye" to Alice as I was putting my seat belt on.

"You don't have to worry about that." Rosalie was fixing the mirror at the same time she said that. I still put it on just for formality.

"Have fun," Emmet told me, leaning over the wall by the garage door.

"See you later," Jasper joined in. I waved at them with another answering smile.

"Esme says 'good-bye' too," Dad said to me. She must have heard the car engine's roar and us talking as well. Carlisle must have left to work, I assumed.

"Thanks," I said to Dad as I stirred and faced him. By that time, Rosalie was steering the car away and we were on our way to school.