A little background:

Mysteriously, the Cullens turn into humans again two years after BD (I don't even know why, I just wanted them to)

Obviously, they start having families. Edward and Bella have nine children; Renesmee; Alex; Hayden; Owen; Millie, Ethan and Cody (Triplets); and Dylan and Lily (Twins)

Renesmee is two years older than Alex, Alex is three years older than Hayden, Hayden is thirteen years older than Owen, Owen is three years older than the triplets and the triplets are five years older than the twins.

The ages in this story are as follows:

Edward - 73

Bella - 74

Renesmee - 56

Alex - 54

Hayden - 51

Owen - 38

Millie, Ethan and Cody - 35

Dylan and Lily -30

This story is about Owen's only daughter, Sophie, who is fifteen years old. The story starts as a flashback when Owen's wife is eight months pregnant with Sophie…

Owen's POV:

I had arrived at the intersection at exactly the right time. I watched in horror as I saw the truck speeding towards Sophie's little car, and then as he crushed her head on. The entire front end of the car crushed with ease.

I felt myself falling to the ground, unable to breathe or think. This wasn't happening. I was dreaming. Sophie and I had to be back at home, still safe in bed.

It was only minutes later that I heard the sirens of ambulances and police cars speeding to the scene.

Dozens of onlookers had gathered to see what the commotion was.

From my place on the ground I could see the firefighters trying to break the car open, trying to get to the precious one inside.

When they were successful, all I could see was her mangled body, her swollen stomach sticking out.

The air caught in my throat and I realized I had forgotten about my unborn daughter.

It was like in that moment that I had lost everything I loved. My wife and my daughter, no doubt, were dead.

Among that crowd of people that day, I had never felt more alone…

Sophie's POV:

Nervously, I traced the unusual heart-shaped scar on my forearm, something that I had gotten from the crash my mother and I were in before I was born. Miraculously, I had survived, although I was still unborn. Unfortunately, my mother didn't.

"Sophie! It's time to go!" My dad called. Today was my very first day of high-school at a new school. I used to live in Vancouver, Washington, but during the summer, my dad and I had moved back to Forks. A place he had lived for only a couple months when he was a baby.

I hated Forks. It was too small and wet. Vancouver was wet too, but it was pretty big and at least it got pretty warm there during the summer.

I knew I was going to hate Forks the second I stepped off the plane. It was the middle of July when we moved, but it was only forty degrees outside and of course… raining.

"Sophie!" My dad called again

"I'm coming!" I replied, sighing than going downstairs.

Dad was waiting with the car keys in his hand.

"Are you ready?" he asked as we walked outside, into the pouring rain, to the car

"If I say no, do I get to stay home?"

"No." Dad smirked and climbed into the car.

I laid my head back against the head rest as I watched the blur of green flash by me. That was the only thing I enjoyed about living in the Northwest: The evergreen trees.

"Dad, why exactly did we move out here?" I asked

"To be closer to our family."

"Why couldn't they have moved to Vancouver?" I complained, scowling

"Because…" Of course he didn't have an answer.

"Just try to have a good attitude about it." He suggested

"Fine." I said as he pulled into the parking lot.

"Have a good day at school Soph! Love you!" He yelled as soon as I opened the door. Heads turned and I groaned

"Thanks dad." I said sarcastically.

"Yep. See ya after school!"

I slammed the door shut in anger and stomped off to the office. People watched me, the new girl, everywhere I walked.

Inside the office it was warm. A nice looking lady sat behind the desk.

"Hello? You must be Sophie Cullen. I'm Mrs. Terri. It's nice to meet you. Here's your schedule and a map. Have a good day." She made it very brief and I liked that.

I walked quickly to my first class, not wanting to draw attention to myself, and because I walked quickly, I was the first in my new Language Arts class.

The teacher was an old lady, probably in her low-seventies. I couldn't imagine she still taught and hadn't retired yet.

"Hello?" She asked, looking up from her papers.

"Hi, I'm Sophie, I'm new here."

"Ah yes! I heard we were getting a new student. What's your last name?"

"Cullen."

She froze and looked shocked. "Cullen, as in, Edward Cullen?"

"Yeah… I'm his granddaughter."

"Oh my gosh! My name is Mrs. Cheney. I went to school with your grandparents. Does your grandpa still live here in Forks?" I nodded

"Well, you need to tell him that your teacher is Angela Weber. Tell your grandma too."

I nodded again. Well, this was awkward.

"Where do you want to sit?" She seemed overly excited to have me in her class.

I walked over to a random desk and sat down in it. "I'll, uh, sit here." I put my things down and sat there.

Mrs. Cheney kept smiling at me, which was really awkward, since it was just us in there. I was dying to have someone else walk in, to take the attention from me.

"Umm… I'll be right back"

"Okay Sophie!" yep. Definitely overly excited.

I nearly ran from her classroom. That smile on her face was going to give me nightmares.

I was glad to escape, but then I realized, I didn't know where I was going to go. I for sure wasn't going back in that classroom.

I found myself surrounded by staring people. I groaned. Where the heck could I run and hide! It was all stares and smiles, and I had only been at this school for a total of five minutes!

I was considering making a run for it, back home and totally ditching school altogether. That is, until I saw him….

Hmm… who could that be? Please review! And please be nice! Feel free to criticize, but don't make it harsh please!