"Okay class. Take your seats while I take attendance."

The first day of school, ew.

I looked around. No seats, except one next to this really pale guy. I had no choice, so I took the seat.

I nonchalantly glanced to my side. Did he smell me? Creep.

I kept glancing over and over. Each time he was either smelling or covering his nose; what was wrong with him?

I tried to ignore him; only fifty-five minutes left? Too long.

"Do you by chance…" he started to talk to me.

"Bella Swan. Please come to the front of the class." The teacher asked.

I walked as fast as I could away from him. Why couldn't there be more seats?

"This is your book. Class, this is Bella Swan. Please make sure she is welcome." He turned to me, "if you have any questions you can ask me. I'm Mr. Grandge."

I walked back to my seat. I looked around the room again hoping that there would be some seat. Nope, nothing.

I sat down.

"You smell really nice. I could just," he ran his fingers across my neck, "suck you up." He laughed with a deep almost humming voice.

My face was red. I turned away quickly. Huh?

"Hey, I'm Jacob." A guy with a large build and a dog like nose looked at me and smile. He seemed to appear out of nowhere. He sat next to me. Great, I was in the middle of two strange guys.

Then the pale dude hissed. Why?

Then the dog dude growled. What was this place?

"She's mine," the pale one screeched. The room was frozen. Not a soul moved.

"In your dreams," the dog one growled.

"Well, she is in Alice's." The pale one laughed.

Then, the dog growled. He phrased in werewolf.

Then, the vampire bit him.

"AH!" I screamed aloud. I ran as fast as I could. The pale man caught my arm. He kissed me passionately.

The werewolf threw him off of me, and he kissed me passionately.

Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have moved to a town that was had the same name as a utensil…

….

"Hey you, yes you. The one who is reading this story? Let me do you a favor, live by these things. Never move to a town named after a utensil. If you should run out of a classroom if a pale guy sniffs you, and never write a series about a dream. You could become a millionaire." Actually, no please do. ;P