Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with vampires

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with vampires. Or werewolves. Or Bella. I DO own Clarissa. Dangit, I did so want to have Jacob….

Author's Note: Okay, This is the very first fanfiction that I've ever posted anywhere, so try to be nice. AshenJade was awesome and is letting me use her account, so a round of applause for AJ! And yes, for those of you who are wondering, I am Plus. Anyway, I would really appreciate a whole ton of constructive criticism, and the little 'You're doing great!' ones will most definitely help too(If, in fact, I am doing great)Um, yeah, I wanted so badly to do a Twilight fic (actually set approx. 30 or 40 years after Twilight) with an OC and Paul in it. So, here we go!

Read the second to last sentence of the authors note! I beg of you!

The Kid.

by Her Majesty King Bradley

Clarissa sighed for what must have been the millionth time that day.

She had never understood the importance of school anyway, since she already knew it all. Having parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents who had lived for centuries helped with the whole knowing stuff thing.

Of course, none of them were related by blood. That would be quite impossible. For one thing, she looked nothing like any of them, plus the little fact that they weren't even the same species.

For as long as Clarissa could remember, she had lived with the vampire family. The Hale's were amazing – gorgeous as supermodels – Clarissa had the dubious honor of calling them 'Mom' and 'Dad'.

Bringing her mind back to the matter at hand, which happened to be Calculus, she realized that the teacher had already given the assignment, and the bell was about to ring. Writing down the homework as fast as humanly possible, Clarissa packed up her school bag.

"How was school, Rissa, did you have a good day?" Clarissa tossed her pixie cut black hair and grinned widely. "Good? I love this place mom! Everyone is so nice." Rosalie smiled softly back at her adopted daughter as she buckled up – seat belts were necessary when your whole family drove like the Volturi were after them. "So there isn't anyone who needs their butt kicked?"

Rissa shook her head, "Nope!" The gorgeous blonde pulled out from the school in her bright red convertible BMW. "Soooo, mom. I heard that a bunch of kids go up to La Push every year. They normally do it later, but the weather report says that we're going to have a warm week, so they're doing it now. I was invited."

Rissa managed to get the whole thing out in two short breaths. Unfortunately, Rosalie still caught every word. She stiffened.

"Baby, you know how we feel about La Push. If those dogs get one whiff of you, they'll come after you. They'll think you're one of us, and they might attack without checking to make sure."

Rissa's pale skin – pale for a Native American anyways – flushed an angry red. "Mom, that's not fair. Just 'cause Alice won't be able to see what's going to happen, you won't let me go!" Rosalie's near black eyes narrowed, fixed on the road. "You are absolutely correct. What if something happens? I won't know until it's too late. I can't just let you walk into danger like that! What kind of mother would I be?"

Clarissa groaned. Whenever the vampire played the 'what kind of mother would I be?' card, it was over. Rissa had heard her story, and knew very well why her mother was so overprotective.

Then came the inspiration. "Mom, I was kind of hoping to find out some stuff about my native culture. You know, since the lady who, uh, gave birth to me was from La Push." She was very careful not to use the word 'mother' in her argument. Rosalie was very touchy about the fact that she was not Rissa's birth mother.

Rosalie sighed, "Clarissa, baby, I know you want to find out about your heritage. But, what if…. That's the only thing stopping me form letting you go. What if?"

Rissa slumped in her seat as they pulled into the garage. "Yeah, what if you chain me to your designer jacket belt?" Rosalie gave her a sharp look. "Clarissa!"

"What?! Okay mom, I'm sorry." The blonde vampire scrunched her brow, marring her beautiful features. "Rissa, I don't want to have to ask Alice. I want to trust you." Rissa stared at her in shock, "Mom, I'm not going to do anything stupid, okay? Besides, I know the rules for when you guys are out hunting." Her mother relaxed slightly, "Alright, but if Alice sees something, you are so grounded." Rissa rolled her eyes, "Yes mom…."

Opening the door, Rissa stood in the threshold, not daring to enter until her uncle had come.'Three, two, one…now!' She longed to the side, dug her heel in and powered back to the doorway, darting inside, and slamming the door.

"Hey!" A muffled voice from the other side of the door came through, "No fair!"

The door swung open to reveal her uncle, Jasper. "Yes, you are quite right. It isn't fair. You, my good sir, are a vampire – therefore superior in every way – an I am a lowly human. You could have caught me with no problem at all. But nooo, you go easy. And I am forced to go through with this everyday. Because if I, God forbid, let you catch me, you tickle me. And you know I hate that."

Jasper raised an eyebrow, "Well, a little touchy today?"

"Mom won't let me go to La Push for the thingy." Jasper looked momentarily confused, "Oh, that. Trust me, the dogs aren't as exciting as Bella makes them sound. Just big, dumb animals." Rissa continued to pout, "Yeah, but there'll be a beach. A sunny beach. I've never been to one of those."

Jasper laughed, "Oh, well, maybe this'll cheer you up. Edward and Bella are coming for a visit tomorrow. Just a quick one, to make sure that Bella can handle it."

/End Ch.1/

Please read at least the fourth to last sentence of this authors note, it's important!

Author's Note: Okay, so, it's kinda short, but hows about it? Is it good? Bad? The best thing you've ever read? The worst? Don't spare my feelings, I really wanna know what people actually think about it. Um, as a warning, I want you to know that updates might not come really fast, cuz, yanno, this isn't my comp., and I can't get access to it whenever. So, I apologize in advance. I know how frustrating it is when an author doesn't update for like, two months! I'll try not to take that long though.

Side Note: Thank you so much for reading this! Please review. I'll talk about you in my authors notes if you leave a really good review. And even the ones I don't talk about, I'm still exceedingly grateful. You don't even know.