Please Review my little, meek fanfic. I would really like some feedback.

I would like to thank Ezz for pushing me harder and harder to actually finish that first chapter.

I hope she pushes me even harder so I can finish the next chapter and the next and the next. You get my point.

I don't know why everyone does this but

I don't own anything Stephanie Meyers does.

I still don't get it. Well what do you expect I'm a Blond.


Claire and I walked into the Office and we realized that this was a small town. There was one High school, one middle school, one elementary school, One Day care and No college. You had to go all the way to Seattle or TACOMA to go to college. Then It hit me. I'm never going to go to college. I'm forever 16. I'm a 5'8 adolescent with blond surfer hair. My sister on the other hand is forever 15. She's a 5' petite teen with waist length Wavy/curly Dirty blond hair with natural golden blond highlights. We were both White as ghosts but that is because of our condition.

I opened the door for Claire. I couldn't stop being a gentleman. It's how I was raised, I hook my arm around my sisters when we cross a street. She hates it, it embarrasses the heck out of her but I can't help it. I open car doors for her. I open all doors for everyone. Mary raised me that way and so did my parents that died in september 11th when I was 6. Mary adopted us after that incident happened. Then we moved from brookln to Forks Wa. It was hard for her at first because we didn't have our condition yet but she did so she was struggling the whole time.

Claire stopped cold when we got just inside the door. I grabbed her shoulders and made her face me. I was worried because the woman behind the desk. I'm guessing is the secretary, has a honeysuckle smell to her. I started getting a scratchy feeling in my throat but then it went away. So I was worried if she felt different to this situation then me.

"Look at me." I whispered sharply. She turned around and I saw that her eyes were getting darker by the second. "You stay outside and I'll get both of our Schedules."She nodded and went outside quickly. I walked up to the desk. The woman had a round face and was probably over the age of 40.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a sweet grandmotherly toned voice.

"Yes, My sister and I just transferred to this school and I was hoping that we could get our schedules." I said.

"Names?" She asked.

"Chris and Claire Gardner." She started flipping through folders. I would have assumed many baskets of folders, but there was only one.

"Ah. Here we are. Chris you are going into 10th grade and your sibling 9th, am I correct?" She informed me. I nodded.

"Here you go." She handed me our schedules and a bright green paper."Here's a map of our school too." I looked at it and memorized it. It was covered in a plastic folder. "If you could bring that back to me at the end of today that would be great sweetie." Hm. Very small town.

" Thank you very much. I'll be back later." I smiled and waved then walked out the door. Claire was slumped against the brick wall when I walked out.

"Chris? I don't know if I can do it." She looked up at me. I could see that she had been crying. Her mascara and eyeliner was smudged and running. "My throat is so scratchy and it burns, like I was eating whole chips and then downed a whole bottle of gin." She managed to spill out. I felt bad for her. I sat down right next to her and put my arm around her.

"Do you want to go home?" I asked nicely. "It would be better for my conscience if we both went home. Remember Mary told us that." She nodded.

"Yeah. Can you call her she'll be her in like 1 minute?"She asked. I took out my cell phone and dialed her number.

"What's wrong school hasn't even started?" She asked.

"Claire is having trouble handling her thirst." I said and I heard a gasp and a WHOOSH on the other end. I pushed the end button because I knew our over protective guardian would be here in a few seconds. She meant well but sometimes I just wanna die. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...Her Navy Blue Ford Focus came up right in front of us.

" Get in." She sternly said. We hopped in and sped off. People looked at our car like we both just got kidnapped.

While in the car she was saying that maybe next year we could got to school and she wasn't making Claire feel better when she said "You know whats funny Claire, Chris was born after you and he has better control than you." Well it's true but she didn't have to rub it in her face. I looked over at claire who was in the backseat. She looked embarrassed, the hood to her hoodie was up and she was slumped down so passers-by could only see the top of her head. I know she's my annoying little sister but I still care about her even if she drives me crazy. I looked forward again at the road. We were going the speed limit. Surprisingly enough. Then from the backseat I heard little clicky sounds. I looked back at Claire and saw that she was texting someone. She closed her phone and looked up at me and smiled a nice thank you smile. My pocket buzzed and I pulled out my cell phone. There was a next from Claire.

Chris, I want to thank you so much. You coulda been a mean bro and said "suck it up!" But you didn't, you handled this stupid situation very well. You're the nicest brother in the world.

I love you Chris.