Hi

I'm Isabella Swan, if you must know, but I prefer to be called Bella.

I'm aware that I'm not normal, and that there are werewolves, vampires and people like me out there.

I am not what you think I am. Actually, humans probably don't know that we exist, as we are basically like them:

We look the same.

We eat the same food.

We behave the same way.

We need sleep.

We reproduce the same way.

I know we are very similar; however, every single one of us has a magical book of spells that we are with at birth. Some few also have magical elements of some kind too-like me. I know what you are thinking-who can perform spells out of a magic book and isn't human?

A Wizard.

Except we prefer to be called enchanters or enchantresses, because I guess wizards and witches are evil, and we certainly aren't. However, there are some witches/wizards out there, and they perform dark magic-but they are rare. They are normally enchanters who were destroyed out of revenge. I have only encountered one of those before-they killed my parents and I wasn't yet immortal at that time. However, it is said that they are multiplying-it is hard to tell whether someone is an enchanter as we only glow in our sleep which means that we look completely like humans. However, wizards always radiate a black light-I guess that's how you tell us apart.

'Hey girl, you're here!'

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts to answer the taxi man

'Oh sorry-here' I thrust two twenty pound notes into his lap. He smiled

'Nice making business with you madam'

As I stepped out, still slightly bewildered, dragging my luggage with me, I looked around to inspect my new home. It was very green and was raining-something I hated. I suddenly wished very hard that I was back in my city, Phoenix-this alien green planet that was named Forks was strange to me. I longed to be in the heat there, but I knew I couldn't. Everyone there was getting suspicious- that's another thing about our kind-we don't age! As we stop growing as soon as we're seventeen, I'm supposed to act like I'm twenty two, but most say I'm not even a day over seventeen-which is true, but not true again. Physically, I'm actually three hundred-I mean how old is that? But then I guess it isn't very old at all. Most of my kind can survive as long as stars can and our organs never tire out. That is, unless a witch comes and murders us.

The real way to kill-for our kind, is to hit this glitch in our body be aiming a simple spell witch just makes our body turn as old as it should be-which can be as I said as old as stars. So of course we would look like we just disappeared, that is what happened though, so it's true I guess.

As I looked up I saw the house that I had just recently bought. It was small and white, with a tiny garden at the back. Reaching down and pulling the key under the eave, I unlocked the door and walked into the house. As I had lived alone for many centuries - well not completely alone I have a white cat with green eyes that I can talk to-I didn't mind the quiet. I walked into my tiny bedroom and dumped my stuff on the ground. The house wasn't much, but it was all my finances could afford for now. It was time to get ready for school-forks high. Ughh. Anyway, I had to keep up appearances. Neighbours would find it strange if a 17 year old girl didn't go to school (everything there that was taught I already knew, with my advanced brain, and the fact that I had already done the work countless numbers of times). Exhausted from my day of travelling, I dropped on my bed, unaware of what forks high had in store for me tomorrow.