(Disclaimer: Twilight does not belong to me, I'm just tweaking the story a bit!)
~This is twilight like we have never seen before, I'm stealing Emmett away from Rose for my own personal gain. Since Edward's interaction with Bella as a human, the Cullens have been able to be more comfortable around other humans, being able to befriend them even. Other then that all their personalities are the same (some what) and nothing has really changed for the Family.~

I hadn't been acting like myself for a long while now. After we made our move to Forks, things steadily started going downhill. For a full year I watched, in disbelief as my life progressively deteriorated, thinking each time to myself how things couldn't possibly get worse, and they always did. It wasn't until three months ago that I finally knew that my life had hit rock bottom. This was easily the nastiest and most terrorizing thing that could happen to anyone my age. Three months ago my Mother passed away.

Dad and I had a "talk" after we found out that Mom had taken a turn for the worst. After several long nights and heated debates we decided that the best way to keep Mom as happy and healthy as possible was to move her from our big busy city life back to the place she grew up, the small rainy city of Forks found in the Washington Peninsula. My first year at Forks high wasn't anything special; I made a few friends, got high grades and went to a dance with an older boy. None of these took my mind of thing as I watched my mother grow weaker and weaker.

This summer was the worst I've ever had. My best friend left town after having her heart broken by a boy. Without her I've never felt more alone. I hardly saw my friends over the two months of summer; everything just seemed so bleak and colourless. When I finally got my results from my exams in the mail a letter containing "good news" came along with it. Apparently I did so well on some of my exams that the principal was allowing me to skip a grade in some of my subjects. Dad was so proud of me that he actually called my aunt back home and allowed me to go on a shopping spree. By the time I got back from California, it was two nights before my second year of high school started.

I woke up the morning of my first day back feeling something I haven't felt in a very long time. I was actually excited, maybe even happy. I didn't know, but I knew this feeling was a lot different from whatever I've been feeling lately. I woke up extra early to ensure that I would have enough time to get ready in the morning. I practically jumped out of my bed when the alarm went off, I don't know why but there was a bounce in my step as I set out for my bathroom. This house was way too big for just me and my father, but it was the house my grandpa made for his family when he first moved to Forks and we thought it would be best for mom.

Because our house was so big I had my own room, bathroom and "study" which I turned into my personal library. I stepped into the bathroom; the walls were recently painted my favourite shade of pale yellow. The water was warm and as it ran over my shin I felt myself slip into a mood of pure joy. I started singing in the shower again; I haven't done that since I first heard mom was sick. It must have been something in the air that morning to make me feel so great. After the shower it only took me about thirty minutes to get ready. Since it was bound to be raining outside I didn't see any point in blow drying. I sometimes can't believe how terrible the weather is here.

After getting dressed into one of my "brand new and fabulous" outfits I headed downstairs and started to make myself some breakfast. Meal of choice, Trix cereal, nothing but the best for me. After I filled up on colourful sugary pebbles, I read a book and waited for my dad to get ready for work and drop me off at the school on his way. It was our regular routine, but soon enough I'd be able to get my licence and hopefully my own vehicle.

As soon as I got to school I realised that this year was going to be a little more hectic then I thought. It turns out the "few" classes that I was going to be taking in grade eleven actually out numbered my regular classes. My regular classes consisted of P.E. calculus and Spanish, everything else I managed to "skip" a grade. Aside from my new and improved schedule, there was other new waiting for me at school. There were six new students at school this year, six! Three in my grade and three in the grade above me, I'd probably have classes with all of them. Strangest of all, the six students all came from the same family, and they were all adopted by their parents. This was weird and unexpected even for me, someone who came from a busy city where everyone was looking to get rich quick.

My first class was Spanish, I was thankful to be with my own class to start off. One of the new kids, Bella, was in my class. She was like no other girl I've ever seen. She was more angel then human, the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on. You know how they say that nobody looks like the girls in the magazines, not even the models, because the pictures are all airbrushed? Well Bella was more beautiful then those airbrushed models. She sat alone at a table in the back and didn't speak to anyone. I took off my raincoat and I suddenly felt so insecure to have to even be in the same class as her. I sat down in an empty chair next to Joshua, one of the friends I made last year. He didn't even notice me sitting down, he like all the other boys in the class were too busy gawking at Bella. For some reason, at Forks new kids were treated like celebrities, I knew this all too well. Something was different about this girl though, when I first started here people were rushing to introduce themselves, but nobody was trying to talk to Bella, they were just staring.

Mr. Alvarez walked into the room and everything seemed to go back to normal. He welcomed us back, welcomed the new girl and started with lesson. The day continued like that up until lunch. So far Bella was the only new kid in my classes. I stood in line with Josh Aaron and Aliscia and we waited to by our lunches while the others got a table. Of course everyone was talking about the new kids.

"Did you see him? He is absolutely GORGEOUS!"

"He didn't even talk to anyone. He just sat still and listened the whole time. Not very social are they?"

"They're probably just nervous on their first day and want to keep to themselves."

"I heard some of them are dating…like each other!!" I was getting very sick of all the gossip and decided to just tune it out. I was staring blankly at my salad when I was snapped back to the real world when I heard someone saying my name.

"Hello, Taylor, I'm talking to you!" I saw a large hand waving in my face and when I looked up I saw two very familiar brown eyes looking at me with concern.

"Oh hey Nathan, sorry I guess I wasn't really paying attention. Umm, what's up?" Nathan was in the senior classes, making him the oldest boy I'm friends with. We went to prom last year together, back when I had this "thing" for him. I was almost completely sure I was over him, Nathan turned out to be a huge jerk.

"Oh nothing I was just thinking about you." He tugged at a loose strand of my blond waves. Here he goes again, playing the romantic card. This is the part where he attempts to sweep me of my feet by making me feel loved and special. Only later on will I find out that he's done the same to another girl at school. No thank you Nathan, not this time. I was trying hard to distract myself; I had a tendency of getting lost in his eyes. I forced my green eyes to scan the lunch room until they landed on something that took my breath away.

"Wow, they're all gorgeous." I only meant to think it but apparently the words had managed to escape my lips. I was getting weird looks from everyone at the table and Nathan let a particularly confused 'huh?' so decided to continue out loud. "The new kids I mean. Bella was in Spanish this morning and well she looks like a fricken model but, look at them, they all look like that, every single one of them."

There they were, all six of them, sitting very close together at a table in the corner of the lunch room. They were the most beautiful family ever. I felt super insecure again and just wanted to leave the room. At the same time, I couldn't stop looking at them. There was a small pixie like girl whose jet black hair shot up in sorts of directions, a beautiful blond who deserved to be on the cover of a high fashion magazine and Bella who was gorgeous but looked the most down to earth of them all. The boys looked amazing, a tall blond who looked slightly uncomfortable, he was the thinnest of the three but was still very muscular. Then there was a boy with bronze hair and piercing green eyes, I assumed he was the youngest since the other two looked older. The last boy was built like a football player, if football players were movie stars and teen heart throbs. He had broad shoulders, dark hair and an amazing smile. The sight of him made my heart skip a beat.

My heart froze as the bronze haired boy's eyes met mine. As if he caught me staring! I felt my face go pink and I turned my head and looked at something different. I didn't look at the family again during lunch; I made a point to focus hard on my food. Soon enough the period was over and I was off to American History. I decided to stop off at my locker before I headed to class, a pit stop that made me late. I rushed into the class room and noticed that there was only one seat left open for me, a seat next to a football player movie star teen heart throb. I gave myself a moment to compose myself before I sat down, as soon as I sis I heart the most beautiful sound in the world. Was the football player movie start teen heart throb really talking to me!?

"Hey you're Taylor right? I'm Emmett Cullen." His voice was like velvet, it was smooth and warm. My heart fluttered and my tongue must have swelled because I could talk all of a sudden, I just stared at him a nodded. This apparently was funny because before I knew it he was laughing, I was blushing and he was laughing even harder.

The day flew by after that, I can't really remember much. I knew I had a ton of homework, but when I got home all I could think of was Emmett Cullen and his velvety laugh. At supper I told my Dad that my day was 'fine' when he asked, when I was done eating I went upstairs, did my homework and went to bed. I'm pretty sure I had a dream about the Cullen's but When I woke up I wasn't sure, all I knew was that I couldn't wait for American History that day.

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