She had the eyes of a ghost, she thought as Charlotte Louise Maddison stared at herself in the mirror. The ghost eyed girl, she liked to be called Lotte, made a funny face at herself as she twisted her head this way and that making sure to see herself at every possible angle. You see, Lotte was newly turned fifteen, a terrible age really, she didn't recommend it, and was determined to find something different about herself. You see, way back when at the golden age of fourteen, Lotte had an adventurous stint in the wonderful world of books, and fifteen was THE age to discover super natural powers one would need to save the world from hidden monsters that the masses were otherwise unaware of. So, like any true hero of any story would do, she would assure you, she tried to activate said would be totally awesome power in any way that wouldn't make her parents or friends immediatly think she was crazy. To save the world, of course. This often led her to staring at her room until it would clean itself, a task she often found herself distracted from as she would find herself messing with some once was forgotten knick knack that was so brilliantly brillant she wouldn't understand how it got shoved in between her stuffed animal bear and half open umbrella that just barely poked out from under her bed. NOW THOUGH, this, THIS was THE moment. As Lotte stared at her full length mirror, an object that often scared her when she got up to get a drink in the middle of the night cause, darn it, mirrors reflected and a person in her room in the middle of the night was scary, even if it was her own reflection, she could tell something was different but she couldn't place her finger on exactly what. Today had started out as any other, Lotte would give you that much, there was nothing to lend itself to her theory that she would be the main character in some fantastically awesome story and that she just HAD to have some kind of super power cause main characters were supposed to be cool and different. Often Lotte dreaded the idea that she wasn't the main character and she would never amount to some great adventurer with some amazing yet tortured love interest who would love her to bits. She was already fifteen, dang it, her life was wasting away! Today was different though, it was almost instinctually felt as the brunette now looked at her little too big for her face eyes, Lotte knew the change wasn't with her eyes but in her mind itself. Lotte feared briefly that maybe she finally snapped before dashing that fear to the wind, her ghostly pale blue eyes had an almost determined glint. It was still early in the morning, WAY too early for Lotte to be awake, especially on her birthday where her mother said she'd check Lotte into school after lunch. The mismatched pajama set, the top a long sleeve navy blue button up and the bottom a pale yellow shorts with bright orange dots, did little against the Washington cold and cool wooden floors of her room as her toes appreciatively curled into the equally mismatched fuzzy socks on her feet yet Lotte couldn't seem to look away from her reflection. The nagging feeling in the back of her mind had woken her up and the freckled girl was so sure it meant something important. Her mind almost felt heavier in a way and it wasn't as cool as she thought it would be because it was bugging her. It was almost like the sensation of wearing a really heavy hat but on her brain, and the longer she stared at the mirror the more the feeling seemed to fade. Was she getting used to the sensation or was it never there in the first place? Frustration, thy name was Lotte. Quickly spinning on her heel, and praying she hadn't gotten a splinter in the process, the wooden floors were old, the freckled girl lifted her hands to her room in what she hoped was a commanding gesture. The semi-dirty room, she really had been trying to clean, was the perfect victim to test whatever powers, that may or may not have, manifested last night on. When willing things to move on their own didn't work out after a fruitless five minutes Lotte quickly switched over to trying to zap things randomly around her room. To her vast disappointment no lazer beams seemed to shoot from anywhere on her body. Naturally, phasing through objects was next, Lotte was still surprised her parents hadn't questioned the loud thump and later the bruise on her forehead. Lotte was also surprised she thought the best way to test that power was to run head first into her wall. Twice Once the new ache in her head finished throbbing Lotte decided she would test for more powers AFTER breakfast. It was a pancake day, gosh darn it, Lotte would not be late to taunt her "waffles are superior," father with her oh so delicous cakes from the pan. Glancing at the clock but not paying it much mind because she could already smell the syrupy goodness from downstairs, the brunette girl made her way out of her room expertly dodging the mess that still layed across her room. Stairs squeaked rapidly as she rushed downstairs, her long hair acting as a cape to swish behind her for added effect. Bursting into the kitchen with all of the grace of a deer on tiled floors Lotte greeted her parents, "Good morning my wonderful birth givers on the wonderful day said birthing occured!" Lotte had always been a morning person, she felt a vindicitive satisfaction from making people flinch at her cheery attitude so early, so sue her.

"Morning birthday girl, sleep well?" her lovely father asked as he put the morning paper down to properly greet his favorite-and only- daughter. Lotte smiled, her dad had always been a morning person as well, until her eyes met with his suddenly very distant gaze. Pale blue eyes suddenly glazed over as Lotte's heart beat picked up speed and her breaths turned ragged. Unfaithful, dissappointed, unfulfilled. Her father's gaze said this all and more and Lotte suddenly had trouble staying upright as she looked towards her mother for some kind of support. "Pumpkin?" Her father's voice had a sharp edge of concern tied to it that caught her mother's attention but why did it sound so fake.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" Her mother asked, turning away from the pancake she had been wrestling into some kind of submission. Ghostly eyes glazed over as she looked into her mother's concerned moss green eyes, caring, supportive, loving. Her mother was such a good person. Lotte always knew this but now she knew this. This wicked sixth sense left her feeling sick as it felt as if something icey clutched at her chest. Lotte found that she couldn't catch her breath.

"Honey, Lotte, look at me, breathe sweetie," her father's voice (when did he get so close why is he so close) sounded by her on the floor trying to get her attention. Lotte didn't remember falling onto the floor but she did remember that her father's eyes told her things she didn't want to know, didn't want to believe, and she desperately shut her eyes while clutching at her head. She could hear her mother calling emergency services, Lotte thought that was good as she wanted to be able to breathe again soon. A thought briefly crossed the brunettes mindbefore being swept away by another wave of anxiety, oh how I wish I hadn't wished for a super power.

End of Prologue

Next chapter will be a time skip! So be prepared! Our heroine is about to go through a bit of a downslide. I will aim to make the official chapter one a bit longer but no promises as I'm writing this cause it's fun and the second it's not I'm stopping.

I do need some help though as I am unsure who to pair her up with. It's between Edward and Jasper. If it's with Edward I'm not writing Bella out but she'll have only a minor role (most likely) and if it's Jasper then Alice will still be Alice. As in they'll (Alice and Jasper) be close friends but only friends. Alice is too great to make a villain or write out. Bella is okay but personally I find her hard to connect with so it's all kind of up in the air. If i don't get any suggestions one way or another I'll just flip a coin.

Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

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