Hi everyone! Sorry that I took so long to update, we got stuck in Florida, came back Wednesday/Thursday and I went to school on Friday and I simply couldn't be bothered yesterday lol. Thank you to everyone who reviewed/alerted/favourited. I have some questions concerning the story for you lot to answer at the bottom because I love democracy and can't make up my mind.

Ok, ok I won't keep you from reading my masterpiece any longer, so here you go:

The small girl took it upon herself to show me around for the rest of the morning.

In English she sat next to me, chattering non-stop about herself and her friends. After a minuet or so I gave up trying to properly hear what she was saying, and I completely ignored her. It was really obvious that I was paying no attention to her, because I'm sure that she asked me a few questions in the midst of the prattle.

Fortunately, in our next class, we had assigned seats and she already had someone to sit next to. I was relieved that maybe my eardrums weren't going to explode after all. Instead, I sat next to a blond called Mike. For half of the lesson he glared at me until I asked him what the matter was, and he accused me of stealing 'his Jess'. Being the idiot that I am, I felt the need to ask him who Jess was. Seriously. It turned out that the girl who had been talking to me all last lesson was Jess. I had no idea, she had never introduced herself.

Once I convinced him that I was not trying to flirt with Jess, we got on perfectly fine for the rest of the lesson, although I wasn't sure whether he actually liked me.

By the time that lunch came around, I had been asked out by five different girls, none of them my type. Surprisingly enough, Jess hadn't, despite the fact that she seemed unusually attached to me, but that could have been because of mike.

For lunch Mike invited me to sit with him and his friends, which included Jess, a guy named Ben who I recognised from my math class, and several other relatively nice people who I didn't catch the names of. Halfway through my meal I almost zoned out for a bit, because the rest of my table was talking about something which had happened a few weeks before I arrived. In an effort to entertain myself, I tried looking around the cafeteria, trying to work out if I knew any of the other people situated around various tables in the room.

It was then that I saw them. Three girls, two boys. It wasn't that they were sitting together that made me stare at them – after all, one would expect people such as these to be rivals in the 'beautiful' category, even the men. What made me oggle at them was that all of them possessed a dark, almost inhuman beauty. One would also have thought that such people would have been at the head of the popular crowd here, small as it probably was. Each of their faces was a sickly white, as if they never went out in the sun, and their eye colours ranged from a light butterscotch to a fiery coal black. If their eyes were black, they had purplish bruises under their eyes, the depth of the purple depended on how dark their eyes were.

Each of the girls was special in their own way. There was a blonde sitting queen of the table, she was easily the one that most of the males at this school would lust after. She was stereotypically a popular type of girl, she looked haughty enough to be it too. The second girl had short, spiky black hair, which contrasted oddly with her pale face. Her body was skinny, thin to the extreme, and if she hadn't looked so content, I would have said that she was an anorexic. Although all of the teens on the table seemed to be calm, I could see the black haired one bouncing impatiently in her seat. Finally, with a soundless sigh of relief, she picked up her still full tray, dumped it, and walked out with a natural grace that could rival a gymnasts'.

I turned to look at the third girl. . .and nearly blushed and started drooling. There, sitting in the Forks High cafeteria in a hard, grey, plastic chair was an angel. She had soft brown hair which shone in the harsh glare of the florescent lights on the ceiling above us, which just made me want to run my hands through it time and time again. Her eyes were a warm, soft gold which just enhanced the pale beauty of her heart shaped face. I could hardly bear to take my eyes off her in case she she flew back to heaven without me noticing, but when I did manage to wrench my eyes away, it was to quickly scrutinise the men.

One looked like he was the heavyweight champ of the world. His arms and torso bulged in a way which looked slightly unhealthy. He had curly black hair and a very serious expression. I wouldn't like to get into an argument with him, just in case said argument turned into a fight, which I would undoubtedly loose. The other man had honey-blond hair, and, although he looked less intimidating than his friend, he looked like he was in pain. Both the me were relatively attractive, and I realised that there was a good chance that my girl, the brunette, was with one of them. Under the table I crossed my fingers, hoping desperately that that she was single.

Slowly all of them got up and headed for the exit, and my plea seemed to have been granted, because the spiky haired girl took the honey-blonds' hand, and the muscular man wrapped his arm around the haughty blonde's shoulders. My brunette walked behind them all, looking like an utterly bored fifth wheel. Oh, how I wished that we could become the third couple in that group. But I doubted that that wish would ever come true.

As soon as the teens had walked out out of the doors, I turned to face the rest of my table. "Mike?" I asked hesitantly. He looked up from his conversation with Jess. "Yeah?"

"Umm. . .You know the guys who just walked out of the room, the ones who were sitting on the other side of the room? Who are they?" I asked in a rush. Mike smiled and laughed. "Every new kid asks the same thing. They, my friend, are the Cullens." I thought this over before I asked "Which one is which?"

"The big one is Emmett Cullen, and his girlfriend, the blonde, is Rosalie Hale. The-"

"-But I thought you said that they were the Cullens?" I interrupted, wondering if Mike was thinking straight. "Oh, they aren't all related. Dr Cullen and his wife adopted them all a while ago. The blonds are twins – the blond guy is Jasper Hale, by the way – but other than that, no, they aren't related. The small one is Alice Cullen. She's really weird, always doing things for no reason. The brunette is Bella Cullen." He finished with dreamy look in his eyes, and I realised that both he and I wanted Bella. Suddenly I didn't like him so much.

I stood up, taking my half-finished tray with me. "Thanks for all your help guys, but I'm going to get to my next class now," I said, just wanting to get away from these people. I dumped my tray and walked to my next lesson, which was Biology. I walked in the door and saw that all but one of the seats had been taken. I then looked at who was sitting next to the last available space. My last thought before I sat down was Help Me!

Oooh, cliffie! Free orange juice for you if you can guess who Edward sits next to in Bio! Ok, my questions are:

Should Edward and Bella swap powers?

Instead of doing a sex change like I did with Jacob, should I just make Tanya a lesbian who wants Bella?

Let me know because I won't post again until I get enough answers! (Mwahahahaha!)

Cya later, little Alligators!

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