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The Beginning: 1.

Walking down these hallways feels more like a punishment, than a privilege. They have everything to look forward to. I've been through it all, too many times. I watch the same people make the same mistakes, and watch the wrong people pay for them. I keep telling myself that none of them matter; they'll all die in seventy or eighty years and a new group of them will be along… A deathly spiral of nothing, and I get the privilege of meeting them all.

I considered leaving. This life was no obligation; no one was holding me down and making me refuse my natural instincts… my primal hunger. No, I thought. I could not let my mind wonder in such directions. Though, Alice would object to my leaving. Rosalie wouldn't be happier. She wouldn't have me rummaging through her superficial mind. Carlisle and Esme worked too hard for me to be the person they think I am. The outer layer of my infinite layered shell. I fooled them long enough, it was time for me to just begin to accept that after eighty-four and a half years of existence, sixty-seven and a half of them not supposed to be existing, I should just believe it, myself.

Edward, Jasper thought. Of course. He knew what I was feeling. I waved reluctantly, smiling simply at my favorite sibling. His thoughts rang in my ears as if he were speaking. Brother, you are whom we all see. Oh, Jasper. His words were comforting, almost too comforting. I barely noticed his marble hand on my shoulder as I laughed. I knew mere words would not settle this feeling of complete emptiness.

Edward, stop it. I was having a good day, you know. Smile, maybe you'll meet a friend. My eyes locked with Jasper's for a sixty-fourth of a second until we both broke out into laughter. Interacting with humans was like interacting with snails. They were so simple-minded, so one-dimensional. I would be sitting in a room full of too many of them. I thought about how I could easily crush them with my pinkie. How fragile and weak they were. It was sickly comforting to know that I was superior to all of them. I almost felt like Rosalie, my beautiful, self centered, hateful sister. Though, it was true. Vampires were the better humans. Designed to kill, but it would be our only flaw. Some vampires, anyways. Carlisle for example, would be defined as a super human. Well, super being. He completely denied his thirst, only relying on animals to feed. I admired his strength. Strength no God from any heavens would grant me. I would never see that kind of mercy. Nor would I seek it.

My day would be just as usual as every other day. I'm taking courses I've only taken twice already. Maybe I'll actually learn something I don't already know. Edward, stop being so pessimistic; I really need to get away from Jasper.

I grabbed the keys to my Volvo and stalked off in an inhumanly speed to my car. There was absolutely no traffic in Forks. There never was.

I let my mind wander as I casually glided through the long roads that lead me to the main highway. I would be in the school parking lot in about two minutes and thirty-four seconds. I didn't need my psychic sister, Alice, to tell me that. I drive at criminal speeds – with extreme accuracy. We all do. Never once have any of us gotten a speeding ticket. The same cars all parked in the same spaces, the same children gossiping about their daily races. I picked up on the thoughts of that sickly annoying, Mike Newton. She is hot. Tyler wasn't kidding – I gotta ask her out. Maybe I'll have some classes with her… Yet again, he is reminiscing about his latest infatuation. Hopefully the poor girl has enough sense to realize that he'll break her in the end. Isabella Swan, damn. Who? I briefly heard Chief Swan thinking about this girl. Swan, yes, she must be his daughter. From what his thoughts showed, she is a beautiful girl. Chocolate brown curls hanging low at her waist, with the lovely compliment of chocolate brown eyes. They say she's come from Phoenix – she's awfully pale to be from there. It's a place I'd like to visit some day, yet it would be impossible for me, for my family. Either way, for once in his life, Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley have something right. This girl is the most beautiful human I have ever laid eyes on. If I were human, too, I would be drooling over her just like those awful boys. Yet, after existing for so long, a beautiful girl would not satisfy me. Someone to speak with, to not shy away from what I am, is what I do need. Never have I found her, never will I. I spotted an unfamiliar 1953 Chevrolet pick up truck. The girl in everyone's thoughts, stood leaning against the door reading a battered version of Wuthering Heights. She seemed oblivious to the rapacious comments about her truck, and the eyes that skimmed her slim body. I stepped closer without even realizing it, as I tried to hear what she was thinking. Nothing. Was she that moronic? Nothing is going through her mind? Just as I was thinking that, she turned to her truck, opened the door and grabbed her bag, then walked off towards the school, keeping her eyes on her feet as the eyes of every male standing there watched her walk. All I could comprehend at that very second, was that I couldn't hear what she was thinking.