So this is Isabella (Izzy) Stevens a 16 year old girl from England who was forced to move to America. When she arrives, she is hit... who am I kidding, this is basically Twilight with a slight twist.

Disclaimer, I basically own nothing, since Twilight was written by Stephanie Meyer, Young Dracula is owned by the BBC, Fanfiction is owned by Fanfiction, England is owned by the Queen...

Rated T for language and some distressing implied scenes (rating may change to M if said distressing scenes are too distressing)

A/N Please note that I do not actually like Twilight, which means some information may be wrong. It is one of those stories that has so much potential to be good, but just isn't. Bella disgusts me, she is just a horrible person, and Edward is clearly someone that anyone with any sense would steer clear from. So, I made the decision to alter the story a little bit with my own OC rather than Edward, and cross it over with, in my opinion, a better vampire story. I hope you like it, and I hope I don't offend any Twilight fanatics too much by changing things up a little.

When we moved to America, I knew, I just knew that something creepy was going to happen. My suspicions were confirmed the moment school began, and I was met with this boy who was beyond disturbing. Edward Cullen, a boy who was the spitting image of everything I loathed, burning with arrogance and a self-importance I could hardly bare, and worse. But of course, this opinion of him was not immediate. It took me about a day to realise all of this.

I was living in a small house with just my parents, since my older brother and sister were both living by themselves. This move was dad's midlife crisis, and happened just before I was about to enter 6th form. So I got shoved into 11th grade, which meant my education level was about to rapidly decline. Apparently they do stuff in maths that we learnt when we were 13. Or so Olivia told me, but I can't be sure she is entirely believable.

Which brings me to my first day of school. I was suddenly glad of all the times I had been forced to watch "Mean Girls". I was instantly pulled this way and that by various groups of people. The sporty lot, the popular lot, the science lot. That was probably the biggest difference, everyone was friends because they all had something in common. In England, we were just friends with the people we thought were nice, and groups integrated. One day you'd hang out with one group, the next day another. It also helped if you could have a good moan together.

I do love a good moan!

For this reason, I kind of kept myself to myself. Thankfully, each group marked itself as liking one thing or another, so it was easy to distinguish one from the other. For example, the "Soccer" players all wore weird jackets like they were part of a jogging gang. The popular girls all had the same hair, which bounced off their heads as they walked.

At lunch I wasn't sure where to go. Another thing Mean Girls had taught me, was that the seating arrangement was ridiculously rule based. Each group had their own table that they sat at until they died, and anyone else who dared sit there would be punished. So I stood awkwardly alone in the middle of the café too afraid to sit down in case I was in someone's spot. At our school, it was a race to the seats, meaning lots of groups had a few people sit down, while the others got food, then they'd swap so no one else could claim their territory. We were like animals.

"Hey." I didn't register that the "hey" was for me and continued to look round. "Heeeey! Girl in dress!" This time I looked at the girl addressing me.

"Yes?" I asked, clutching my tray like it was my only means for survival.

"Sit with us." She said, glancing towards a spare seat. I inched over and sat down slowly. "I'm Beth, that's Marty and Eva."

"Hi, I'm Izzy." I smiled at them all "thanks".

"No problem, you looked lost." Eva replied happily, before plopping more food in her mouth.

"Hey, you're English! You must be new right?" Marty asked, and I nodded. Here we go.

"What's England like?"

"Wet."

"Do you all sound like that?"

"Yes, and we all wear silly little hats on our days off."

"Do you all drink tea?"

"Do you all feel the need to stereotype so much?"

Oddly enough, none of those questions came up, and Marty simply said "Awh cool!" so I carried on eating my food. There was something about the way the hairs on the back of my neck prickled up that made me look to my right. I spotted a group of very very pale people. Now, I'm ghost white myself, but this was ridiculous. Were they not moving I might have thought they were dress makers dummies with wigs on.

"I take it you've spotted the Cullen's then?" Beth said.

"The who?" I asked, no band reference intended.

"The Cullen family. They're not even related, they just got fostered by this really young couple called Carlisle and Esme. They all date one another, apart from Edward. He's the slightly muscly one with a bit of a quiff." She sighed "he's so dreamy, but he refuses to date anyone. He's been single since they moved here 2 years ago."

I looked at Edward. I could see why she would think that, but he was just a bit… bland and cold for me. I prefer people who know how to smile, his face just made him look a bit… sly. I mean he had grate hair and everything, but it wasn't for me. "Oh right. Why won't he date anyone? Is he a-sexual?"

"No nothing like that. We're just not good enough for him." She looked sad.

"And he told you this?" I asked in disgust.

"Well he's not that direct, but it's certainly implied." Eva joined in.

"Just avoid them Izzy. They're far too up their own to be anything you should waste your time over." Marty fidgeted in his seat a bit and smiled. So that's exactly what I did, right after I shot them a pitying look. I really did feel immensely for them, the probably feel isolated from the world and unable to maintain a friendship with anyone outside themselves. I blame the parents, well adopted parents. They must have told them they weren't allowed to mix with other people. Religion maybe? Prestige? Perhaps they were afraid of us?

Whatever the reason, I swallowed and bit my lip, looking them all up and down in sympathy. I know what it's like to be shied away from the rest of the world, like the year I lived with my Catholic grandparents. I don't even think they were Catholic, they were just so evangelicalist and exclusivist I wasn't allowed friends outside of the church. It was horrible. Thankfully, mum and dad came back and rescued us eventually, but not after I had been traumatised for life and vowed never to do anything like that to my kids. This was the year they were both away serving as medics in Africa, trying to abolish measles.

While I was looking at them, Edward turned to face us. It was instant and sharp and made me jump a bit because of how robotic it looked. My eyes skilfully flicked to the window beside his head. He began muttering something to the others and they all looked at us, so I turned my head back to the others.

"What's it like outside? Do you get to go out there at lunch?" I took another bite of my food, and out of my peripheral vision, I saw the entire table of Cullen's were in deep discussion, one of the girls even reached across and held Edwards hand, almost in an attempt to comfort him.

"Not many people do. If you want to eat you eat in here." Eva replied. "Why, is it different in England?"

"Well, I'm not sure about all schools, but at my school you could take certain things outside, like sandwiches, or toasties and cakes. And the 6th formers had their own room they could eat and chat in away from the children. We would be in year 12, first year of 6th form. I don't know if it's still like that, I only went in there twice before I left." I explained, finishing my food.

"Oh my god! So, it was like, separate from the lower years? That's so cool!" Eva almost squealed. "What was it like in there?"

"Well there was a fridge, a microwave, a kettle, a sink and almost everyone had their own mug that they left in the cupboards. But it was filthy because some people couldn't be bothered to wash up after themselves. Then we had the sofa's that were really uncomfortable. Not every school is like that though, I mean our rival school's common room couldn't have been more different." I laughed when thinking about our rival school. I hated that place, the people there were just so… rude. "Most of us spent our free periods in the library though, the computers were better in there."

"Wow that sounds amazing! We've got to mention it to our head teacher, they'd love the idea!" Eva said happily. I just smiled at her, she seemed like so much fun already, and she was really optimistic. I could see friendships happening here.

"Wait, they trusted you with half a kitchen?" Marty asked.

"Yeah, and what's a free period?" Beth leaned over her now empty plate slightly.

"Well, I don't know about the half a kitchen cause I never really had the chance to use it, I was only there for the two days when we went along to see what it would be like, and everyone generally avoided the kitchen part. The free periods are something only 6th formers got. It was basically an hour without a lesson when you studied, but not much studying happens unless you're in the work room or the library. Nobody studied in the common room." I explained, and Beth stood up, taking her tray with her. We all followed.

"I wish we had those here. I'm so brain dead by the end of the day, I can't even think about which car's mine. Do you drive?" She asked. I laughed at this.

"No, I'm 16, you can't drive when you're 16." I said, and the three of them looked at me like I was mad. "What?"

"Yeah! You can drive. Maybe not in England, but you can here. You can have a go in mine if you like, I have a licence." Beth started looking exited.

"I can't, I don't have my provisional, I can't drive even with you helping me." I replied sadly.

"No worries, we'll wait for the car park to empty then you can have a go. Just getting to grips with the wheel and everything though, you don't have to go anywhere yet." She seemed to be really pleased with the idea, so I nodded happily. I looked back at the Cullen's as we left. I hope they are ok.

That's it! They must be models. Oh no that's awful. If they were adopted because of their looks, and then weren't allowed to mingle with anyone who is less than perfect. That's awful. All of my sympathy went towards them. They looked like models, they had near perfect features… perhaps a little too perfect for me but still. That's terrible. The blonde girl looked like something out of a painting, like the Greek or Italian Goddess. The black haired girl looked like a fairy, I could practically see the sparkles coming off her.

It was quite odd actually. I sent them a pitying smile as I left the room, and Edward looked back at me. This time I wasn't so quick to look away and I caught the expression on his face. Hatred. I left quickly, even more sure of my idea than before. I might have to re-watch Mean Girls, just to see if they cover the-family-who-won't-talk-to-anyone. I need to know how to approach them and make them realise, their parents are wrong to keep them separate from everyone else.

As I left, I suddenly realised something. None of them were eating anything, and their plates were still full.

A/N So how was that? Long? I know, sorry! I wanted to keep it short, but there was so much to put in. I promise next one will be shorter.