"Come on Maxxy, It'll be alright, don't you think that you could at least try to make a good first impression on your step-" My mom caught on to my expression and shut-up immediately.

It's not like I'm trying to look so sour all the time. I mean, I act like a normal human being (Ha. Ironic.) when I'm around Ella and Mom aren't I? Ugh, I wish that I could put my past behind me and take this as a new opportunity like any normal teenage girl would. But, alas. I am not the normal teenage girl.

"Sorry." Was my one word answer. I looked completely Fangish, what with the large bags under my eyes, pale skin, malnourished body, black pants, black shirt, black zip-up sweatshirt and skater shoes. I sighed as I took in my appearance yet again.

Why couldn't I be normal?

I mean, minus the wings, I had a normal family, and was getting a new chance to change the way that many people saw me. I guess I could change for my family. Making up my mind, I looked over to Ella, and raised one-half of my mouth into a lopsided grin.

Ella's mouth dropped on it's own accord when I smiled. "Max, are you- is that- You're smiling!" She grinned and hugged me in the car. "What's gotten into you? I mean, not like it's a bad thing…" She stopped.

"A new beginning." Was all that I said in return. My smile faded eventually, and I reached into my suitcase, and pulled out one of the tops that I had never touched before. I pulled it on over my black tank-top, and changed my black pants into the skinny jeans and the skater shoes… well, I'm not going to change too much. I kept on my black jacket as well. But, I couldn't do anything about me being pale and too skinny.

I looked at my arms, and noticed how much the muscles stood out on them, as well as the rest of my body. I needed to start eating more.

My mom's eyes were gleaming with happiness.

I know what you are thinking, is Max Bi Polar or something?

I went from gothic-like emotionless person to semi fashion model with enhanced anorexia. But, anything to make myself look like less of a freak in front of my new family.

Don't get me wrong. My physical appearance was probably about ten times opposite from how I felt on the inside, but I had hurt my mother and sister too badly, and I hoped that this was one way of making it up to them.

"Max, you don't have to do this for me, or anyone else for that matter, if wearing those other clothes made you feel more like yourself, then by all means, pursue." My mother was always the person that would say something like that. I felt horrible all of a sudden. But, then we pulled into the town that would be my new home.

There was a sign that read: FORKS POPULATION: 3120.

At least it was a small town, probably not many evil white-coats would be hanging out around here.

Maximum, you need to stay here at all costs, this is where you were destined to be. That is why you were left by your flock.

My heart stopped right in its tracks, and my throat closed up. I wanted to throw up. "Stop the car." I ordered.

My mom was taken aback by the tone of authority that was layered in my voice. I could practically hear the tires squealing. I threw the door open, and dry heaved onto the ground. Then a brain blast practically came straight at me, like it was waiting for the perfect moment so that it could hurt me the most that it could.

I was writhing on the ground. Thank goodness that where we had stopped was somewhere with NO houses. My mom came straight out of the car, almost crying, putting her hands all around me, her fingers hopelessly fluttering about, trying to figure out where to pat me to try and comfort me.

Then, it was over as soon as it had come. Me being the trooper through pain as I was, I sat back up and tried to reassure my family.

"Max! What happened, was it one of those brain attacks that you told me about?" Mom was trying to be scientific, but didn't have anything that would count for "brain attack" in her language.

"Yeah. I guess." I shrugged it off, hopefully comforting my mom and sister in the process.

"We need to take you to the hospital!" Ella practically screamed.

Bad pictures entered my mind, as I though of what would happen if we were to go into a hospital and tell the people that I had just heard a voice in my mind, and had a major brain attack. Yeah, that was not the brightest idea. But, mom figured that out already, and confronted Ella.

"How about we just start going to your step-dad's place, hm? Maybe that will just take the nerves off of Max about having to make a good first impression." Mom smiled, but there was pain in her eyes at the same time.

Well, I guess that we were off to his house again. But I was very apprehensive and afraid, for all that I knew about my mother's new husband was that he was supposed to be really nice. Other than that, I was clueless.

"Here we are girls! Remember to be nice Ella, and Max, are you okay to go in there now?" I could tell that my mom was very nervous at this point in time, and so I nodded yes.

"Yes mom, of course. Now, tell me again, does he have any children?" Ella was bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Um… I think that it has slipped my mind." My mom smiled. "But, if there is, promise you'll be good."

"Yes, mom, of course. We won't get into any trouble.." Ella smiled widely.

There was a sudden tap on the glass of my mother's window. She jumped and so did my sister. I, on the other hand, was automatically on guard. But, this had to be my new step-dad because my mom smiled flirtatiously at him and started to giggle.

"We're coming!" She yelled through the glass.

Stepping out of the car with Ella, I immediately scanned the area. I saw nothing that looked dangerous. My expression must have been seen by my mother's husband because he turned to me and said, "There's nothing dangerous out there, at least, not that I know of."

And that is when I, and I alone, heard a horrifying snarl and growl from within the forest. I whipped around, trying to see what it was. Seeing nothing terrified me more than if I had seen something.

Whatever it was would have to wait until I was alone.

A/N Holy crap, so I leave for like, a day and then all of a sudden there is 8 reviews? Well, anyway thanks so much and keep them coming or else I will not be reminded to write more! Anyway, I would like to get a vote from everyone on who the person should be. I think that I am going to make it Charlie, or even Billy, but it depends on what you people want! Well, I'll leave that up to the voters, so make sure you review or else I can't write more! HAHA, I'm like, really giddy right now for some reason.

Oh yeah, DISCLAIMER! I am not, and will never be Stephenie Meyer, or James Patterson.