This is all of Twilight from Edward's point of view. I know that Stephanie Meyer is trying to write a book with this same idea, so I am not trying to copyright in any way. Please enjoy!!
Chapter 1: Dawn
It was 5 o'clock in the morning. Wednesday, in the spring, late spring, looking beautiful outside, what with the birds twittering outside in a merry sort of way outside the Cullen's home. Rain drenched the youngest, in so many words, addition to the family's window sill, which would have made any other person want to stick their head out and smell the wonderful smell that was rain in the morning. But it wasn't as though he cared.
Edward Cullen groaned as he rolled over in bed. He hadn't slept; it wasn't as though he ever did. Every morning lately he had felt even more superior towards the humans that he went to school with. No, strike that, it wasn't just the humans at school. It was everywhere.
No one, no one, on this god forsaken planet, had ever made him feel any differently. To him, they were all just living, breathing temptations, but not in the way that they wanted to be. Not attractive, not vivacious, nothing. Of course, he, Edward Cullen, had always been the definition of temptation in their eyes: tall, pearly skinned, bronze-haired, with ever changing eyes. The perfect middle ground between his "siblings."
They were all so different. His eldest brother, Emmett, was burly in the extreme, with a playful smile and boisterous personality. He was Edwards go to guy, in Edward's opinion, at least. He wasn't sentimental, but listened to Edwards ever changing problems. And, as of recently, there were many. Rosalie, well, what could he possibly say about Rosalie? Even someone as picky as himself had to admit that she was very attractive: long, waving blond hair, with skin as pale as his, and lovely, huge eyes. Her figure rivaled everyone's at school. But this did not make Edward think her desirable. She was haughty and proud, with a quick temper. But Edward was the one of five who knew that inside, she was only a scared, little girl, not having ever adjusted to being what she was. She was Emmett's girl, them having been "made for each other." Jasper was the only male Cullen that was slightly similar towards himself. He was tall and thin, with messed up blond hair. Outside of home, he was Rosalie's fraternal twin. How ironic, thought Edward, laughing. Their personalities were complete opposites. And of course there was Alice, lovely, intelligent Alice. She was the only member of the family besides himself who possessed powers far above the normal for their kind. She was short, with pointed, pitch black hair that hung around her elfish face. Alice was the gentlest and most controlled of their group. Edward loved her most of all, but could never think of her as anything other than a sister. She belonged to Jasper, anyhow.
Edward sighed, getting out of bed. Time had passed, it was now 6 in the morning. His room was always impeccably neat, so it took him no time to find his things. His outfit was picked at random, as he did not care what he wore. It was useless, and Edward didn't even register what he had on. He cared nothing for his homework, so he finished it last night in a matter of minutes.
As the 17 year old made his way downstairs, he met his adopted parents, Carlisle and Esme. He inwardly groaned, they were looking at him worriedly again. They had been worried about him ever since they had moved to Forks, Washington, nearly two years ago.
"Good morning, darling," greeted Esme, kissing him on the cheek. Edward smiled at her half heartedly, gazing around the vast space. None of his siblings were up yet. This made him glad.
"Leaving so soon?" she said bewilderedly, watching as he somewhat ran towards the door, back pack over shoulder. He nodded in response. "Gotta get there early."
"Edward," said Carlisle sternly. Edward sighed, and looked around. "We're worried about you. Ever since we moved here, you have done nothing but mope around. It can't entirely be your fault. We were thinking about getting you a-"
"A what?" asked the teenager suddenly, angrily. Esme gasped. "A mate? A friend? What ever you want to call it, Carlisle, I don't need one. AND I REFUSE TO DAMN A PERSON TO ETERNAL DARKNESS BECAUSE I'M MOPY!!" He slammed to door shut. He began to breath deeply as he made his way the Volvo. He had never spoken like that to them before, but for some unknown reason, he felt so alone, so depressed, and so lonely.
He slammed to car door shut, starting to drive to school. It was 7 in the morning, a Wednesday, raining, and with birds twittering. A perfect day, thought the man sarcastically.
Unfortunately, a young lady by the name of Isabelle Swan was having a similar, and horrible, morning as well.