Disclaimer: I don't own most of the characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Ok, well, Bella never existed (no getting mad at me for it.) Esme somehow got pregnant and had a baby girl. She named the baby girl, Samantha. The family thought it was in Samantha's best interest if she went to a boarding school, where she wouldn't get hurt by her family. But now, sixteen years later, Samantha hasn't forgotten her family, but thinks they don't love her. Her family hasn't forgotten her, and decided they need a change of pace; why not go to the school where Samantha goes? Samantha can live with them off campus then, and they could be a family. Ok, well, that is just the back round for my story. So review and tell me what you think!

PS: I am so sorry for not updating in a very long time and I understand if no one wants to read this, but now I am going through all of my stories completely and rewriting them all chapter by chapter. I am sorry, I moved a lot then I was depressed and fighting some serous health problems. Then I got better and starting playing sports again and now I am a senior and founder and president of a club and president of another club. And guys, when I said I was depressed, I mean I get really depressed and it takes a serious toll on my health and its really really hard on me to even think about writing when I get into that mood but I am trying. I am not going to make anymore excuses for myself. I am so sorry. Its just im really happy for a period of time and then its like WHAM! Depressed for no reason and it sucks really bad. And right now I am fighting off another relapse but I shall do. I have to.

Chapter One: Today is definitely not my day.

It was freezing and my cheeks were stained red, not with embarrassment like they normally are, but with cold. Snow balls were flying everywhere and all around me, I saw my army laying dead on the snow covered ground.

I rolled my eyes as I was shoved out of the way by Mike who took the snow ball that was flying straight towards my face. Mike thus dramatically fell to the ground and called out, "Sam! Oh Sam! You must continue to lead the army. We must rule the world…"

I chuckled as I thought back to the day when I was picked in my AP History class to be the "ruler" of Germany.

I was sitting in history listening to the constant chatter around me of everyone's plans to go home for winter break and I sighed. No one bothered to ask me if I would be going home for winter break because everyone knew that my family had sent me to boarding school. I haven't seen them since I was three when they gave me to Dean Carden to keep here.

Before I could reminisce about my past any longer, Mr. Patton walked in with several folders in his arms and a maniacal looking smile on his face. Everyone sat straight in their chairs and waited patiently for him to begin our lesson.
"Alright, class, since we have finished the history of WW2, I have decided that we are going to have a little re-enactment of it. I will give one of these lovely folders to the leader of each country and we will go from there."

I wasn't paying much attention to when he started to hand out folders because I thought that I wasn't going to be a leader. Five minutes of passing folders out, a folder was placed on to my desk. I looked up in shock thinking that Mr. Patton had mistaken me for someone else, and as if he could read minds, "yes, Ms. Cullen, that is for you. Don't look so shocked. I know you like to be in charge. I have after all known you for seventeen years now."

I opened and closed my mouth without a sound coming out of it. My cheeks were now flaming red and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole because everyone was now staring at me and giggling. I gave the most menacing glare that I could muster, which wasn't much because it just made everyone laugh harder. I sighed and opened my folder. Hmm, Germany.

Mr. Patton cleared his thought and started to explain the rules of engagement. Everyone was quiet up until Mr. Patton said we would be using snow balls to hit each other with and Mike stood up and asked why we couldn't use balloons filled with red paint. Everyone laughed once again and Mike went on to explain how the last time we re-enacted a war, some people didn't know how to stay dead once they were hit and came back a zombies. Laughter filled the air once more.

I didn't realize I was standing up in the battle zone when a snowball-or at least what should have been a snowball was hurled towards my face. WHAM! I was taken down. My face stung like a bitch and I gingerly went to wipe away any remaining ice and snow off my face when I saw blood come off my glove.

I quickly took my glove off and pressed my hand to my face and sure enough, I was bleeding and a lot. Just then, Mike looked over at me and gasped.

"Sam, what happened?" Mike asked with concern evident in his eyes.

"I have no idea, an ice ball came hurling towards my face. Is it bad?"

"You need to go to the nurse. Just go, I will let Patton know where you are at."

With that I nodded and quickly hurried off to the nurse's office. I kept my glove pressed firmly to my face while I waited for Nurse Hurt to take a look.

"Oh dear, what happened!?" Nurse Hurt asked, I refrained from rolling my eyes and instead came up with a smartass comment, well at least as smartass as I can get with her cleaning my wound.

"World War 2 happened." She shook her head and continued to clean while I prayed I would not have to get stitches. Twenty minutes later after being thoroughly cleaned and checked, Nurse Hurt finally spoke.

"Well my dear, it looks like you have one heck of a battle wound and will have one heck of a shiner for a while, but no stitches."

"YES!" Nurse Hurt gave me a perplexed looked to my shout and I explained, "yes, to not having stitches. It will not scar, correct?"

"That is correct, but I want you to go back to your dorm room and rest."

I nodded my head and started to leave when Nurse Hurt called out, "Oh and dear? Try not to get hurt again."

I rolled my eyes and said, "no guarantees," and left while laughter floated towards me.

I headed towards the main office with the note to have the office inform my teachers that I will be retiring to my dorm room for the remainder of the day. I walked into the office and Ms. Lax, the high school secretary was not there. I sighed and curled up in one of the overly stuffed chairs and waited for Ms. Lax to return. She was probably in Dean Carden's office for some meeting.

My eyes became heavy and closed. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I was woken up by someone shaking me awake on the shoulder.

"Samantha? What are you doing here, dear?"

Crap. Dean Carden. I quickly rubbed the remainder of sleep out of my eyes and uncurled myself from the chair and stood.

"Sorry, Dean Carden, I was waiting for Ms. Lax to come by so that I could give her a note. I apologize for sleeping ma'am. It won't happen again."

"Nonsense dear. What is the note fo-oh dear! Look at that bandage! Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am quite alright, just very tired."

"That is understandable. Samantha, dear, come into my office, will you? I have some things I must discuss with you and I can take that note for you."

I nodded my head tiredly but followed Carden into her office. As I walked into her office, I noticed seven pairs of legs. I looked up and saw seven matching pairs of honey-golden eyes. You have got to be kidding me. Today is definitely not my day.

I did not bother to sit, I just wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible and go to my room and sleep. Mmmm sleep, that sounds really good…FOCUS SAM!

"What can I do for you, Dean Carden?"

"Well Samantha, do you know who these people are?"

"Yes ma'am, I do. May I be excused? I am exhausted. I fought in a war and sadly died, I even have the battle wound to prove it."

"Samantha, I understand your exhaustion and I know that you are rather uncomfortable right now, but your family came here because they wanted to discuss several things with you."

"For instance?"

"Well, your siblings would like to come here in January, since there is no point in starting now since the semester ends in three days and your family would like you to join them for winter break."

I couldn't believe it. Why are they coming back now? They left me. They don't love me. What could they possibly want with me? They gave me when I was three. I sighed. This is too much but I want to know what they could possibly want and why now.

"I am lost ma'am. I do not see where I am needed in this conversation since I am a student here and not the dean, I do not control admissions, you do. I do not see what the point is in asking me whether or not they could attend our great school since it does not concern me. As for winter break," I now turned to face the people that left me seventeen years ago, "I am perplexed, with good reason, as to why you all would like me to join you all for winter break? Why now? What about seventeen years ago when you dropped me off on the door step? You could not be bothered then. So my question still remains, since it does seem a bit odd, to want me to join the family for winter break."
I waited for a response for a good five minutes, but one did not come. I sighed and looked at Dean Carden, "If you were trying to subtly ask if I would be to handle the Cullen family to attend our great school, then I suppose my answer would be yes, because it is not my place to decide whether or not a person is to come to a school and I am seventeen, I believe I can deal with my emotions and not allow things such as this to stand in my way when it comes to my education. As for winter break," I glanced at the people who left me, once more, took a deep breathe which I was sure I would need, especially for what I was about to say, "I suppose I will join you all for winter break. Although, I have questions that I would like answered. If they are not answered, or just half truth-ed, I will leave and come back here and celebrate the festivities by myself like I have done for years."

I looked to the dean once more, and I was given the nod of dismissal. I politely bowed my head, and said goodbye to all and that I would see my family in three days when they would pick me up for my break.

I left the room feeling proud of myself for the way that I handle that. I did not scream or cry, and for that I was happy. I proceeded to walk back to my dorm room where I jumped into my bed and slept through lunch and dinner.

When I woke up the next morning, I found a note under my door.

Thank you for giving us a chance. You won't regret it and you will have all your questions answered.

-A

Ps, you have been excused from the rest of your classes and you are to pack up anything you would like to bring home. We will pick you up today. See you then.

I took a deep breath. Well here goes nothing.