B.P.O.V.

"Robbie! Gracelyn!" I yell up the stairs. "Get down here now before I take the cars away." They were in the kitchen before I could get the last word out of my mouth.

"Why do we even go to school? We already know more than the average human ever could. Plus, I don't want to go to school," Grace complains like she's 12 instead of 101.

"Well, Miss Priss, we go to school so we'll look like a normal, human family."

"I'll make ya deal, sister," Robbie drawls out, sounding exactly like his father. "If we go to school, we get to drive our cars for the rest of the day." And the pouts are back! Curse him and his ability to pass his adorableness onto the children he has no idea of!

"You would, anyways," I shoot back at their pouting faces. "Besides, the mess you both conjured up last week is still not completely clean yet." And the puppy-dog eyes have come to kill again! I should really do something about this torturous way of death.

"Clean the mess up when you get home, and I'll let you drive for an hour. And only an hour!" I compromise, smiling when the pouts and eyes die on their flawless faces.

"Yes, mother," they agree in unison.

"Now go get ready before I pick something out for you," I threaten. They know I'll pick something that would come back to haunt them for the rest of their eternities; they were gone in a flash.

"Works every time," I breathe, getting myself ready. Since it will be at least my first day back at Forks High, I feel I should mark the occasion and dress up some. I'm not sure why; I just do. I end up wearing a salmon colored halter top, a set of flare-out jeans, and stilettos with a smoky eye and a little bit of lip-gloss. I don't know why I never liked heels before, but since I've turned, they've been quite comfortable.

To admit I look good is an understatement; I look hot. (Wink-wink, nudge-nudge)

"It's time to go, people!" I yell at my ceiling. You know, I've been yelling a lot today; I don't know why either. It's not like they won't hear me if I talk normally.

"Hi, oh wonderful mother of mine," I'm told, the greeting coming from behind me. I turn around and find Robbie, a tight fitting black shirt, dark wash jeans, and a pair of DCs adorning his cuteness.

"Nice choice of clothes, sweetie. Now, where's your sister? We're going to be late," I mutter, shuffling about the living room and grabbing my books.

"Okay, I know this is hard to believe, but we are vampires and could simply run to school within five minutes. You do remember this, right? I swear, sometimes it's like you have Alzheimer's or something," he chides me, shaking his head back and forth.

"Now, now. Who remembers who the first president was?" Gracie's voice pipes up from above us. She has the best hearing out of all of us for a half human, half vamp.

"Abraham Lincoln!" Robbie states confidently. I just smile and shake my head while Grace's chortling laugh booms throughout the house, leaving Rob confused and scratching his head.

"Come on, Grace. You too, smarty-pants," I chuckle, shooing my baby out and flying upstairs to get Grace. Apparently, she had decided to jump. Again! Well at least I didn't have to go back downstairs.

I follow suit, landing beside my black Ford F-250. I know awesome, right? I hop in, and we're off. We get to the school in under five minutes - maybe Rob was right. Pulling into the parking lot, I spot a silver Volvo. On instinct, I hit the brakes, lurching Rob, Grace, and I all forward.

I can hear Grace's screeches as she spits them at me, but for the life of me, I can't comprehend what goes in one ear and out the other. My entire being is set on the big, burly man that emerges from within the Volvo. My throat lets out a yelp. Unfortunately, the yelp is loud enough for all the Cullens to whip their heads our direction.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Robbie questions, looking between me and the man.

"Yeah, fine," I whisper, breaking out of my trance. Looking around, the only parking spot left is the one next to Edward's Volvo. Fantastic. You know, you'd figure they would stop making these after a while. You'd also figure Edward would appreciate a different vehicle every once in a century.

"Come on, guys. Let's go get our schedules." I slide out of the truck with Rob on my right and Grace on my left, the same, tantalizing scent from all those years before heightened and swirling around me.

You'd think this building would already be tossed and left in the past with a new facility standing proudly in it's place, but that's not how Forks runs. The front office is in the same place it was 100 years ago; it holds the same people that it did 100 years ago, too. Not really, but you get the idea. Out here, his scent is of the sweetest torture, but I know that as soon as the door to this small building closes behind us, I'd be upon my own personal living hell. Opening the door, the familiar scents cling to our trio, causing Rob and Grace to tense slightly.

'You both need to stay calm. No one needs to suspect any ill feelings...' I send them along with visuals of me making funny faces and making a complete goober out of my old self. I can feel the tension leave my two babies before they each give me a peck on the cheek and a reassuring squeeze on the hands they quickly captured when the vampire family's scents hit them.

"Oh. Hello, dear," Mrs. Burgett smiles, breaking my focus. "The Cullens and Swans, correct? My, my dearies; you look so much like your mothers. Here are your schedules and maps for each of you. I'll also need you to get each of these slips signed by your teachers and give them back to me at the end of the day," she explains, handing our things to each of us and sending us her sugary sweet smile - just like Mrs. Cope used to.

"Um, Mrs. Burgett, I think you made a mistake. We're the Cullens, and they're the Swans, if I'm correct in assuming," Edward says, acting all mighty and such. Typical Edward.

"No, Mrs. Burgett was right. I'm Robbie Cullen; my sister, Grace Cullen; and our step-sister, Isabella Swan," Robbie decides to explain without thinking exactly how he's wording his words - just like his father.

I can feel all their stares, whether it be the worried ones from my two beautiful babies, the confused one from sweet Mrs. Burgett, or the different variety of ones from the Cullen and Hales. The only stare that really matters, however, is the one I know I can't even attempt to glance at for fear of him running away yet again. Attempting to try and bring back some order back to this small room, I glance around at the four I know I can decieve easily, trying to look taken aback slightly about the different expressions.

"Yes, my name is Isabella Swan. Why does that shock you so?" I question the frozen statues. Looking them all in the eye to sell my disbelief, I leave the best and scariest for last. Breaking my gaze from Rosalie's cold violet-amber depths, I bring my focus to the swirling blue-amber ones I fell in love with those many years ago. So many emotions - just like the open book we each are. I have to smile when I realize nothing has really changed about my big monkey man. His twinkling eyes and mischievous grin are still firmly planted uponly his God-given features; in my new vision, I see exactly what I missed when I was human. The contours of his muscles, the strain of his frozen veins, all his venom rushing-

My eyes widen when I realize exactly what I'm hearing... And seeing. A cocky grin graces itself upon my lips when I see for myself exactly how much I affect him by only standing here. A smirk of its own accompanies mine upon its partners lips... Still see he's the same sexy man I knew all those years ago, as well.

"If none of you have any objections, we'll just be on our to homeroom. We wouldn't want to be late, now would we? We'll see you this afternoon, Mrs. Burgett. Have a nice day," Grace smoothes over, bumping my hip with her's to bring me back to reality.

"Of course we wouldn't. The bell should be ringing any minute. Y'all should probably get moving as well," Robbie picks up, addressing the others. Bless their ignorant, little hearts. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Burgett."

"Yes, have a nice day, Mrs. Burgett. See you soon," I pipe in, glancing once more towards my ape before being dragged out the door with Rob pulling me, Grace hot on our heels, and a tinkling "you too, dearies," following after us.

This is going to be one exciting year.