It was early Monday morning. Vanita had to drag me out of bed because I had no intention on getting up for school. I really didn't want to go. Reluctant as I was, I complied with Vanita's wishes for me to get ready. After brushing my teeth, I returned to me room and headed for my room sized walk in. I started in the front, trailing my fingers across shirts. After that, I moved on to jeans, then bags. Finally, I stopped at the back wall to find shoes. I sat at my dresser to apply my make up. Once I was all set, I checked myself out in the full length mirror on my door, before grabbing my sling over back pack and going downstairs. Vanita was waiting for me by the front door.

"Took you long enough." She said crankily as I descended the grand staircase.

"Oh whatever." I replied. Once I reached her, we checked each other out. Vanita had her hair up in a bun. When her hair was pulled back it made her look even more beautiful. She was wearing tight black pants, and a red tube top. On her feet were black boots. Vanita was famous were always wearing boots and heels. She had sneakers, but rarely ever wore them. And of course, there was a red flower in her hair to go with her shirt. Her lips were glossy, but had no added color. They were just naturally a burgundy color.

My hair was strait down. I had on a black pleated mini, and a black tank with the word Devil in pink. I wore black heels and a pink beaded bracelet. My lips were a glossy dark red.

"You look perfect." We both said to each other.

Vanita followed me outside to my car. She hadn't yet decided on what type of car she wanted me to conjure up for her. But I knew as soon as something good enough caught her eye, she would ask for it. I hopped in the driver's seat, she in the passenger, and we took off for Forks High.

As we sped into the parking lot, all eyes were on us. I was reveling in the attention, and I knew Vanita was too. We stepped out, and headed for the secretary.

"Hello." I said, causing the receptionist to look up. When she laid eyes on us, her eyes almost popped out of her head.

"H-Hello." She stammered, "You must be the new students. Ms. Jaikason and Ms. Swan," I had decided to use just Swan as my hyphenated last name would be difficult for many to pronounce.

"Yes. That's us." I told her.

"Here are your schedules."

"Thank you." we said, taking the papers from her and leaving the office. Once out, we began comparing schedules.

Me

Calculus

French

Literature

Music

World History

Lunch

Biologys

Philosophy

Vanita

Calculus

Philosophy

Literature

Anatomy

Art

Lunch

World History

Spanish

"At least we have two classes together." Vanita said.

"Do you remember what it was like when we were actually sixteen year old juniors?" I asked, jokingly.

"Girl, they didn't have school when we were sixteen."

"You make me feel so old." I groaned, causing us both to laugh. As we walked to the math building for calculus, I noticed people staring. "Do you really think this is fair? These girls can't compete with us. It's hard enough for them to keep their boyfriends in line as it is. We are not helping."

"Let them be jealous. It's not our fault we're beautiful. They'll just have to deal with it. It's not like we'd give those guys the time of day anyways." Vanita said. We were speaking too low for humans to hear, but our advanced senses picked it up perfectly.

We had finally arrived at calculus class. We took the two empty seats in the back. Though the name sounded intimidating, Calculus wasn't at all hard for us. Mr. Croshei was a kind man. Usually math teachers are evil, but he was nice. He gave us some work to help us catch up and offered help if we needed any. Vanita and I thanked him, and politely told him that we could manage. When the bell rang, we had to separate. Like I said before, we were both skilled in many languages. I took French because it was very different from Greek and Italian, which were both similar to Spanish. Vanita was taking Spanish because it was very different from Arabic. We reunited for third period in Literature class. So far, Ms. Perez is the one teacher I didn't like. You would think that since we're new she would try to make a good impression. She made it very clear that she didn't want to have to catch up two students without saying the actual words. We had already read everything on the list of books she gave us, so this class would be a breeze.

We were parting ways for fourth period. We split up after telling the other to text if anything went wrong. I would see her at lunch. Music was fun. The class was in the singing part of the course. I had always been an excellent singer. I had the voice of an angel. The teacher, Ms. Vera, offered me a soloist spot. I couldn't turn her down with my love of singing, so I accepted. We only had to perform at a spring concert, and award ceremonies. The only rehearsals were class during school, so it wouldn't take up any of my outside time. I liked Forks already. Too bad that feeling wouldn't last.

After World History with Mr. Johnson, my new favorite teacher, I headed to the cafeteria. I spotted Vanita in line, and joined her. We each got a slice of pizza and a soda since we had a big "dinner" the night before. We sat at a booth in the middle of the cafeteria.

"So, how was your day?" I asked her.

"It was pretty good. Heads up, you're gonna love the Philosophy teacher."

"And you're gonna love the World History teacher."

"Thanks for the tip. Have any of the other students tried to talk to you yet?"

"I lost count after twenty." I told her, "Some of them even invited me to lunch. I turned them down though. I told them I already promised to sit with someone."

"Me too. Although, there was this cute boy ---"

"Vanita, you can't."

"Calm down. I know that. I was just saying."

"Uh huh, but listen. There's something I wanted to talk to you about." I said in a serious tone.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Have you smelt any vampires around here?" I asked.

"I thought it was just me?!" she whisper yelled.

"Do you think it's just a coincidence? I mean, I haven't seen them yet. I don't know if that means they're sneaking around to attack us, or ---"

I was cut off as a big whiff of vampire scent filled my nose. I could see that it had caught Vanita as well. We both whipped our heads to the cafeteria door. In walked a family of five vampires. First, there was a gorgeous blonde, and a huge muscle-man type on her arm. Next was a small pixie like girl with a very serious looking blonde male. And lastly, there was the bronze haired boy. He was beautiful. I loved the way his hair looked messed up. And that crooked smile. Wait! What was I thinking? For all I know this boy could be here to kill me.

Vanita and I watched as the five of them took a seat in a table in the corner. They didn't interact with any of the humans. They were talking happily amongst themselves. Then, I noticed something strange about them. Every one of them had yellow eyes. That was odd. I was just about to say something to Vanita, when my phone vibrated. I looked at the screen, and my face lit up when I saw the name Sly. I showed it to Vanita. She and I immediately threw away our trays and hurried outside. I walked towards the parking lot and answered, putting it on speaker so that Vanita could hear.

"Sly!" we shouted.

"Hey, Nita. Hey, Bells. How've you guys been?"

"We miss you so much." I told him.

"I miss you too. Both of you. Where are you guys now?"

"We're in Forks." Vanita answered.

"How is it?" he asked.

'Don't tell him' I mouthed to her. If Sly found out there were five vampires here, he would track us down and make us move.

"It's great." She told hi quickly, "We really like the school."

"Sly, I'm so sick and tired of going to school now. I've been doing it for way too long now. I shouldn't have to repeat high school so many times. If people didn't know any better they'd swear I was remedial for having gone through it so many times." I whined.

"You have to go." He said with authority, "You can't stay home. How would it look if two teenage girls with no parental supervision just ran around all day and didn't go to school? People would get suspicious."

"Then you should just let us come live with you." I mumbled, but Sly definitely heard with his super hearing.

"No!"

"But Sly ---"

"No way," he said firmly, "It's way too dangerous, especially for you. I can't take the risk of you getting hurt like last time."

"I'd be way more careful. I miss you way too much. I can't keep going without seeing you for years at a time." I told him.

"I'm sorry. You know I miss you both, but I am so close to catching Khris. I might even be able to talk to her, and reason with her. If she sees you and you guys start fighting, all that will go to hell and we'll be right back where we started. You can not come find me. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand." I said gloomily.

"Hey. Cheer up." He told me, hearing the sad tone in my voice, "You'll see me soon. And now that I know where you are I might be able to come and visit."

"Really?" I said, now full of hope.

"Yup."

"Yay!" Vanita yelled before I could.

Just then, the bell rung.

"That was the bell. We gotta go, Sly."

"Alright. Just remember what I said. And be safe. I love you guys."

"Love you, too." We said before hanging up. As Nita and I headed in opposite directions for class, I was extremely torn. On the one hand, I was happy that Sly had called. I had been dying to hear his voice for three months now. On the other hand, I knew that this phone call was going to mess me up. I hadn't seen Sly in three years and I missed him like crazy. I would probably be thinking about him and his warnings later on.

I entered my Biology class. The teacher sent me to the only seat available. It was right beside the bronze haired vampire. Oh no. this was bad. I went to take a seat, and avoided eye contact. The vampires seemed safe enough, but I still couldn't risk getting involved. They might report us to the Volturi if they found out what Nita and I were. I couldn't risk both our lives just because this boy looked like an angel. How ironic that he was the exact opposite. Luckily, we were taking notes, so there was no excuse for either of us to have to talk to each other. But me being the curious person I was, I had to look. I was using my hair as a mask. I peeked between the strands to get a look at the boy. I noticed for the first time that he was on the extreme edge of his chair, which was as far away from me as the desk would allow. And he wasn't breathing. When the bell rang, we both jetted out of there. He got up before I did, and was out the door before I was. If I was lucky, the boy didn't like me and we didn't have to make any unnecessary contact for the rest of the school year. But this same theory saddened me.

After my last class, I headed to the parking lot. Vanita was already waiting for me.

"You were right," I told her while getting into the car.

"I usually am, but about what imparticular this time?"

"About the Philosophy teacher. Dr. Pattin is cool."

"Oh. I told you. And you were right about the World History teacher."

"I could get used to Forks."