The Misfit Chapter 1: The New Girl, a twilight fanfic

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine! It belongs to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I don't I own "Into the Ocean" by Blue October, either.

Chapter 1: The New Girl

(EPOV)

I stared out the back window of the lunchroom in a daze. The hums of all of the shallow thoughts of classmates surrounded me; if I had been human, it would have given me a permanent migraine. I turned, peeking from under my eyelashes, at the rest of my family. Alice was thinking about going to the mall this weekend, Rose was thinking about fixing up a new car, Emmett was wishing it would storm so he could play baseball, and Jasper was…thirsty. He was staring at the back of blonde-haired Hannah Gilbert hungrily.

"Jasper," I hissed, too low and fast for any human to hear. Simultaneously, all of my siblings looked from me to Jasper. Jasper looked up at me, drawn out of his reverie. "Not here. Not a human." I hissed again. Alice placed a small, reassuring hand on her mate. I turned, a thought drawing my attention from one side of the cafeteria.

It was coming from the unoriginal mind of Jessica, who was staring at the other side of the cafeteria. Who is she? She thought viciously.

I heard the quiet Angela voice a response – Jessica must have voiced it aloud. "That's Isabella Swan, Chief Swan's daughter."

"Oh; hey, Lauren!" Jessica called. I shook my head the slightest bit. This could not be good. Jessica's mind was shallow, but Lauren's mind was desert-dry.

"Yes?" came the flowery, irksome voice of Lauren.

Jessica responded sweetly, "Do you want to go see the new girl?" Maybe we can fix her up; she definitely needs a make-over.

"Sure…" Lauren got up, followed by Jessica, and they walked to the other side of the cafeteria. Before I turned my gaze to where they were headed, I heard Angela's exponentially kinder thoughts. I hope they don't do anything mean. Poor girl looks a mess. I wonder if she needs a friend...

I looked from the kinder-hearted girl to the one everyone was now buzzing about. I was trying to focus in on the brunette's thoughts, but nothing was coming up. There was no way she couldn't have a thought; even when you tried not to think, you were thinking about not thinking.

I was stumped. The girl was definitely thinking, because she had a funny expression upon her face as the other two talked to her. I could hear their thoughts clear as day; but still, I drew a blank.

I finally decided I would decipher the meaning later; I could ask Carlisle. I just decided to take a look at the newcomer; I had only noticed her face, which had dark make-up and a small silver stud on her right nostril. She had a black headband in her brown hair; her bangs hung over her eye in a lengthy fringe. I looked to what she was wearing; it shouldn't have surprised me after seeing her face, yet it still did. She wore a black shirt with a band's name printed on the front, and a black pair of skinny jeans. Her feet showed off a pair of knee-high boots. She had a single black arm warmer on her right arm. Around her neck she wore a choker with a quarter-sized onyx stone dangling from it.

It was a sight very depressing to look at.

I walked into Biology, ready to relearn about cell anatomy for the trillionth time. I had sat in my usual seat – there was an empty one to my left – when the most enticing – excruciatingly enticing – smell hit my nose. I looked up, already thinking of ways that I could capture and drink from the human, when I realized who it belonged to.

Isabella Swan. Or Bella, as she preferred it. She quietly and determinedly approached the teacher's desk, so he could sign the sheet she held in her hand. She walked down the isle to the only empty desk – the one that was beside me.

How can I do it? I could take her now, and just dispose of the witnesses. I could take down the entire class in less than a minute! But no…what if someone saw from outside? No…I'll offer to take her to her next class, and I'll lead her away from everyone else…

No! I can't do that! Not after all Carlisle built for us! For me! I can't do that to my family. I WILL not. I don't want to live with the guilt!

I held my breath as she clumsily sat down; she had just tripped over a small pile of books in the isle, and if I hadn't been so driven to feed from her, I would have been hiding a fit of laughter. I looked at the girl who was doing this to me. How dare she come from another state, to ruin what Carlisle had made us as a home! How dare she smell so appetizing!

I clenched my jaw, staring at the clearly confused girl. She quickly sat beside me. I scooted my chair as far as it went; she was entirely too appealing, and not just in appearance. She flung her hair over her right shoulder, creating a curtain between us. It sent another wave of flowery sent my way. I had to fight every instinct, every need, to keep from pouncing on her then and there. She'd be dead and drained before she even realized what was happening. Oh, how I want that blood! Damn myself for not feeding recently. If I had just fed, it might not be so bad. Of course, then again, nothing has smelled so tempting to me in my century of existence.

That was the longest hour of my existence as a vampire. I didn't even bother trying to listen to the teacher, because I had to force myself not to murder my lab partner for the rest of the school year. Oh no…I realized. I'd have to work with this girl. I'd have to talk to her…see her throat…NO! Do NOT think like that! I reminded myself. That's it: I have to get out of here. I'll go to Denali…they'll take me in.

The bell rang and I left class before I could attempt to lure my walking Hell away. I ran as fast as I could while still acting human to the Volvo. Alice and Jasper were for once the first ones to the car. Alice frowned. "Why are you going to Alaska?"

I clenched my jaw, and stayed silent. Alice shook her head, still frowning, and slid gracefully into the car with Jasper. It was only a second later that Rose and Emmett arrived; as soon as the door were shut, I was off, cutting off several people in the process. I didn't even notice the honking horns.

I'd drop them off at the house first; I'd go to Carlisle at the hospital and trade my Volvo for his Mercedes so I wouldn't have to stop for gas anytime soon. If I tried, I could get to Alaska by the following morning.

(BPOV)

I ambled up the porch steps, my black messenger bag that read 'My Chemical Romance' on the side in hand, and unlocked the door with the key that Charlie had made for my use. I shrugged off my bag, and placed it at the foot of the steps. I walked into Charlie's mismatched kitchen, and decided to get the cooking done early. I wasn't hungry; my appetite was lost after biology.

What had been up with that boy? I remember his last name was Cullen; I heard it during roll-call. I sighed, as I gathered ingredients for Charlie's supper. Focus on dinner. I have the oregano and the sauce now… But the Cullen boy just wouldn't get off my mind. His hair was copper-colored and naturally disheveled; his skin was stunningly pale, and he had purple under his eyes like he hadn't slept in a very long time. But it was his eyes that I remembered most vividly. His eyes were…onyx. Black. They seriously frightened me. But despite his creepy appearance, I couldn't help but notice how absolutely beautiful he was. It made my innards churn with jealousy. Why did he get to be so good looking?

After placing the lasagna in the oven to cook for Charlie, I grabbed my bag and dashed up the stairs to my room. I quickly rushed through my homework, and then – after turning my MacBook on – returned several emails. Most were from my overly-worried mom; I returned them before she could have an even larger freak-out. The rest were spam or things I'd subscribed to. I didn't receive any from my only true friends – but I figure that was because there was a recent hurricane down there, and they might not still have power.

Jason, Ryan, and Matt were all three very close to me; we had started a band from where we lived on Grand Bahama Island. We started out in the garage, but then moved on to playing at local restaurants, bars and at the occasional fair. Our music was mostly alternative rock, but we occasionally would mix in other genres. I used to be the lead guitarist. You still are!, my mind scolded itself. I wrote most of the lyrics to the songs we played.

I pulled out my case of CDs we'd recorded; I decided to listen to our demo of one of my favorite songs that I'd written; it was titled "Into the Ocean". I placed the CD that I made into my CD player, and allowed Jason's beautiful voice to fill the room.

I'm just a normal boy
That sank when I fell overboard
My ship would leave the country
But I'd rather swim ashore

Without a life vest I'd be stuck again
Wish I was much more masculine
Maybe then I could learn to swim
Like 'fourteen miles away'

Now floating up and down
I spin, colliding into sound
Like whales beneath me diving down
I'm sinking to the bottom of my
Everything that freaks me out
The lighthouse beam has just run out
I'm cold as cold as cold can be
be

I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion... yeah
Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down

I looked around at my plain, boring-colored walls. They were still the same colors as from when I was a happier child. I had always been an artsy person; I liked to paint in oil and acrylics as well. Usually I turned to the ocean for inspiration. I had had the perfect life – I was part of a locally popular band, I lived in the perfect town, had a perfect house, I had many friends, and I lived beside the ocean.

Now that perfect life was shattered.

My mom had met a guy in his late twenties named Phil; Phil was alright, he was nice enough, but since he played baseball, he wanted to move to the States, so we had to move. And now they had settled in Phoenix; it was too dry, for my taste. I liked tan – like sand – and pure blue – like the crystal-clear Bahama water. I disliked the squishy green stuff that grew on everything here; it appeared to be an alien world. It was too rainy, dreary, and cold. I preferred sunny and wet; and in order to meet my standards, it would have to be a beach in the Caribbean. Like the place I had lived.

My life was ruined. I no longer could write songs that my band would then play live; I no longer could escape the stresses of life by walking along the sandy beach; I no longer could feel home when I snorkeled and scuba-dived with the dolphins; I no longer had any friends.

I spun around, moving with the music, as I sang the song that, had I been on Grand Bahama Island, would have been coming out of my best friend Jason's mouth.

Where is the coastguard
I keep looking each direction
For a spotlight, give me something
I need something for protection
Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine
the jetsam sunk, I'm left behind
I'm treading for my life believe me
(How can I keep up this breathing) Ryan and Matt sang.

I glanced over at my alarm clock to check the time – 5:17 – Charlie would be home any minute.

Not knowing how to think
I scream aloud, begin to sink
My legs and arms are broken down
With envy for the solid ground
I'm reaching for the life within me
How can one man stop his ending
I thought of just your face
Relaxed, and floated into space

I continued to sing along with Jason, surprised by my actions. This was the first time I'd listened to a song by my band in a long time. How I missed my friends; I was now an outcast. So, I turned to one of the things I liked best – music.

Now waking to the sun
I calculate what I had done
Like jumping from the bow (yeah)
Just to prove I knew how (yeah)
It's midnight's late reminder of
The loss of her, the one I love

Now I sang, with Ryan singing "goodbye".

Into the ocean, end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean, end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean, end it all (goodbye)
into the ocean, end it all (goodbye)

The voices of my other friends from the band then sounded after me, and I felt a tear gather in my eye. It slid down my cheek, and my voice slightly wavered as I started singing Jason's part once more.

I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Let the waves up take me down
Let the hurricane set in motion (yeah)
Let the rain of what I feel right now...come down
Let the rain come down
Let the rain come down

Ryan and I then sang once more.

Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
(In to space)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
Into the ocean (goodbye) end it all (goodbye)
(I thought of just your face…)

I had the sudden need to see their faces. I opened up my video files, finding clips we had recorded of each other. I watched video after video of us - whether it be me and Cady riding on horseback, the boys and I swimming with the dolphins, goofing off on my family's yacht...

Silent tears fell from my eyes. How could life be so unfair? I needed my previous life. Even if I couldn't have it exactly the same…couldn't I at least find something I loved just as much?

A/N: So, what did ya think? If you read my original, you'll see that I made small improvements, added a few lines, blah blah blah. What you you think about them? Maybe now this story won't be quite so close to the book…hmm… ;) Review!!!