This is my first official fan fiction. Well the first on I have deemed appropriate for anyone's eyes due to content. Lets just say I have a sick and twisted mind, and used to have friends to match.

As of yet, I have no BETA, so if you are interested please PM me.

I appreciate feedback of any kind! Please no haters thou.

And onto my story!

Chapter 1

"So there is a new kid in town!" Alice said with a hyper bounce, but her smile soon transformed into a pout. "However, I cannot see her future clearly, its like she cannot make up her mind, or even like she is a spontaneous person."

"Is she a danger?" Edward and Jasper said at the same time earning an eye roll from the rest of the coven. They took the safety of their forever family very seriously. Too seriously sometimes. Everyone was a danger until proven otherwise. Always under suspicion.

"No, she is different though." a gasp from Alice drew concern from all eyes. " She live alone! She is only 16 and she is in a new place by herself!"

" I wonder where her parents are?" Esme grew concerned at the thought of a child on her own, no matter how old.

"really, parents now days sending their children off before they are ready! When I find out who they are I will make them wish they never were able to conceive in the first place!" exclaimed an angry Rosalie. Children were always a sore spot for her, having lost hers the night she was reborn, due to the trauma she received from her 'darling' husband.

"Well, I suggest we all get ready for the day. I have to be at work, and you, 'children' need to be at school in an hour," Carlisle said with a smirk at the word children, knowing they wished for anything but another round at school.

Abrigail woke up early, trying to figure out why it was so green out, before remembering where she was. The move a week before entered her mind. Her mother turning her back on her, siding with her new husband, her father telling her she wasn't welcomed with him, that he had enough drama. Even her step father told her to get out of his house, she wasn't welcome anywhere. Her friends heard the story and thought her an attention whore, even after she won the case, even when all the evidence supported her and showed she wasn't lying. But everyone blamed her.

She wasn't going to think on it, she thought, even as the images of the attack were brought to the forefront of her mind, making her nauseous. Dizzy, she ran to the bathroom, barely making it before she got sick. She needed a hot shower and now.

After her shower she got dressed. She wanted to make an impression, one that said she didn't care what people thought. And she didn't. She didn't even know these people so why care. So she dress in a pair of tight black skinny jeans, a black skin tight shirt with rips showing a deep blood red tank underneath, a black leather mini jacket, a pair of stiletto calf high leather boots with 5 inch heals, and black leather messenger bag. She did up her make-up with impressive ease, making bold smoky black and red eyes to show off her weird gray yellow and green-blue heterochromia eyes, and bold dark red almost purple lip stain, making her already plump lips even more full. Her mid thigh length burgundy hair she left down except for the two cat ears she styled onto the top of her head.

With almost dead eyes, she walked down stairs and grabbed 2 Redbulls, a pack of her homemade lollies( blood pops, yes she was a huge harry potter nerd.), and made a huge Redbull special with blood pop flavoring (okay, she was a little obsessed with the copper taste of it).

Feeling a little better about today, she walked out to her car, a 67 impala, bought and fully refurbished by her hand since she was 11 with her inheritance money from her grandfather. She popped in a CD and drove to the school rocking it to Metallica, making her mood sore for the 25 minutes it took. As she pulled into school, she took a quick survey of the people she could see, which was admittedly not many as she was one of the first. A group of people seemed to stare at her as she got out, making faces, causing her to smirk, reactions like that were so funny! She looked at the time and noticed she still had about an hour till first and decided to relax on the hood of her car while listening to her iPod. Leaning against the windshield she closed her eyes and let Tool wash over her for the next 40 minutes until she was jarred out of it by being rudely shaken.

She opened her eyes trying to slow her heart and stave off a panic attack, while showing no outward emotion. She looked at the mousy looking short girl with brown eyes and brown hair.

"Hi, I'm Bella." the girl said with a fake smile, obviously the type to use and abuse.

"I am Abrigail. Now I beg your pardon, but I must be going, I hadn't realized the time. Have a nice day," Abrigail said politely making her way to the office.

After Abrigail had gotten her things from the office, she had 2 classes, Spanish2 and Calculus.

As a junior, who skipped a grade and was on course to graduate early, she had to finish certain classes in school, and online, and she would be graduating with the seniors at the end of the school year.

In her Spanish class, she had blown away her teacher by being fluent in not only Spanish, but German, Japanese, sign language, french and even Latin. When asked why she was even in that class she explained the situation about graduating early and needing something to fill the slot and a language credit. So she was told to sit in the back next to a wide eyed greasy boy who kept trying to read what she was writing in her book. She eventually gave him a look with cold eyes, making him flinch and move as far away as he can. When asked later, he would only way he wouldn't talk about it, but he refused to even look at her again.

In calculus, the teacher gave her one look and sat her down in the front where he could watch her, not trusting her with looks like that. He gave her a packet of problems to do, 50 total, no calculator, then 50 with calculator if wanted. She was to finish as much as possible before the bell rang and if he wasn't satisfied, she would be out of his class. When asked if work needed to be shown, he said no.

At the end of the class, the entire time keeping his eyes on her, knowing she couldn't cheat, he was handed the booklet. Since there was still 30 minutes till lunch she stayed for the results. With amazement in his eyes, he asked her how she was able to answer all the questions with time to spare, no notes, no calculator. Her answer to him was simple. " I have a photographic memory." she explained that most of the problems she had seen before, either exactly, or close enough that a few adjustments and the answer was clear. After that she was dismissed to lunch.

Okay, so I know, its not the best, an I will most likely do a rewrite version. But up next is the lunch scene! Then, I think, Cullen POV? But whose?