This is a poorly written, unrealistic, fanfiction.

Bella doesn't exist.

My main character is from England (because I'm British) so some words won't be the same as the words they use in America (when she speaks). I am trying my best when it comes to everyone else.

If you have any questions, then ask me. I think Penny's gift is poorly explained.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and sighed; it had always been my wish to be beautiful but now I was just sick of looking at my flawless face and amber coloured eyes. I threw my hood up over my wireless headphones, twisting the volume button up to drown out the outside world before leaving the house and making the short walk to school.

Today was my first day in a completely new school and I was undeniably nervous.

The car park was full of old cars but one, a very posh silver Volvo. Seeing it made me wonder if I should have bought my car but I thought better of it. I didn't want to bring more attention to myself than necessary. I kept my head down as I walked past the students who were milling around as I headed toward the office.

It was a relief to get out of the rain and the cold; despite being from England and used to gloomy weather, I still didn't like the cold or the wet. "Good morning, dear!" The receptionist, Ms Cope (according to her badge), greeted me before I even thought about walking over to the desk.

"Hey" I frowned, slipping my headphones around my neck; I could hear her with them on but I thought it would be rude to leave them on "uhm, I'm a new student. Penny Blake?"

"Oh, from England I see!" Ms Cope chirped "now let's see" she began sifting through the paper work on her desk "ah, yes, Penelope Blake, here we are." A few documents were handed over to me; a timetable, a map and a note to hand to my teachers. "If you have any questions, please come and ask."

I nod and mutter "thanks" before slipping my headphones back in place and heading out into the cold.

Despite being different to everyone else, the stares still bothered me. I hitched my hood up a little more as I glanced at my map, memorising the school layout, before folding it up, shoving it into the back pocket of my jeans and heading toward building three, where my English class was.

The staring continued throughout the day; I thought that, come lunch time, they'd all be bored of me but no. I sat by myself at a small table and could literally feel everyone's eyes on me as I ate my cheeseburger. It was annoying.

I allowed myself a brief look around the room; only one group caught my attention. A group of five, absolutely stunning, teenagers. To the untrained eye they'd look like siblings but I knew better and my stomach dropped when I realised that I'd walked into one of the few areas of America that already had a coven. I forced myself to look away from them and, still trying to ignore the stares of my peers, put my headphones back on to drown out the incessant chatter and thought idly to myself as I ate. These people don't know how lucky they are that I have mastered my self-control; if I'd have come here a year ago I'd have literally ripped their eyes out.

I smirk a little at an old memory that should repulse me but it didn't. The guy had it coming. If he'd have kept his hands to himself he would still have them but I shake the memory and focus on my food, savouring every bite. I'd learned, a while back, not to dwell on the darker side of my existence; it never ends well if I do.

At that thought, another memory flashed before my eyes; my worst memory, the one that completely cripples me whenever I think about it. I dropped the remains of my burger back onto the plate before me and completely forgot where I was. This was the memory that reminds me of what I am, it reminds me of the monster I've become; the memory of my first kill.

Without thinking, I stood, grabbed my bag and swept from the canteen. I needed to get out of there before I lost my head completely. I found myself in a girls bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. It had been a long time since that memory had surfaced, since before my eyes settled on the soft gold they were now. My eyes weren't red and hadn't been for a long time but I still felt the need to check and so I continued to stare, unblinking, at my reflection until the bell, signalling the end of lunch, rang.

Biology was a lesson that was thrust upon me; I wasn't particularly into any of the sciences but I'd needed one more class to fill my timetable and biology was the only class left with a spare seat. I handed my slip to Mr Banner before he directed me to the only spare chair.

The person, beside the chair I was about to fill, was one of the boys I'd noticed briefly in the canteen. He was, in my opinion, the better looking out of all of them with his perfectly chiselled face and bronze coloured hair. He was the only person in the room I didn't want to sit next to so of course it would be him.

"Hello" he stated politely as I took my seat "my name is Edward Cullen."

"Penny" I mutter nervously. I knew that they were like me because they had gold eyes, not red, but I didn't know how genuinely friendly they were. Was he being nice to me to gain my trust and then kill me later?

But hang on. I frowned to myself. I was doing my thing, they shouldn't know about me; my heart was beating beneath my rib cage, just as it should be, and I had blood flowing through my veins. The only thing that might clue them in would be my eyes but that's such a small, insignificant, detail that it could be overlooked.

I began to relax in my seat and it wasn't until I'd begun to relax did I realise that I'd made a welt on the panel underneath the table. I quickly smoothed it out with my nail before clasping my hands together, on the table, in front of me.

"How are you finding your first day?"

Swallowing nervously, I look up at him to find that he's smiling. It's friendly smile and it relaxed me a little more. "Irritating" I reply as I scowl at a girl to my right who was just staring avidly at me.

"I'd say they'd stop soon but-"

"Yeah, new meat" I sigh "I know."

Edward chuckled, leaning back in his chair as our teacher, Mr Banner, handed out a pop quiz. "Don't worry if you can't answer all of the questions" he told me "I'll make allowances seeing as you've only just joined us."

"Thanks" I murmur as I glance down at the sheet and rolled my eyes. I disliked science, yes, but just because I wasn't interested in it didn't mean that I wasn't any good. I knew that I could answer every question with ease and I finished it just seconds before Edward who just raised his eyebrows at me.

"You transferred from England, right?" He asked, setting his pen down.

"What?" I asked in confusion "how did you know that?"

"Your accent" he smirked "I just made a guess."

I blushed, feeling foolish "of course. Yes, I did."

His eyebrows furrowed a little before he asked "how old are you?"

Opening my mouth, I almost reply with the wrong answer but I caught my-self just in time "seventeen."

"Seventeen" he muttered, nodding. He looked as though he didn't believe me but he didn't probe. We remained in silence for the rest of the class. He seemed so lost in thought that I didn't even bother trying to talk to him. He didn't speak to me again until the bell rang and we were dismissed. "Penny, would you like to do something this evening…with me, I mean? Perhaps go out to eat or see a movie-"

I blinked in disbelief "are you asking me on a date?"

Edward shook his head "I thought that you'd like someone to show you around. I know that I would appreciate the offer if I were in your shoes."

"Thanks" I mutter feeling a little annoyed. Rejection was rejection no matter how it was put across. "I'm busy tonight, maybe some other time." I left him with one last smile before I headed toward my last class of the day, gym.