It had been bothering me all day. The one person I had met in Forks who did not seem to be taken in by my looks, who did not follow me around talking about me rather loudly, the one person I was at all interested in and first she was the police chief's daughter and second I was being stonewalled. I would listen as hard as possible but no matter what I heard nothing a first for me with humans or anything else. I went hunting to take my mind off of it; I caught three deer but did not enjoy myself at all I found myself thinking back to her. I had to get close to her to figure out what her deal was and maybe stop the stonewalling. For the first time in many years, I knew what I had to do, get a job. Not just any job, a job at the police station, she would probably be there frequently because of Charlie. That was my in, Charlie and Carlisle were good acquaintances as chief of police and chief medical examiner. It was decided I would ask Charlie after school tomorrow for a job doing anything at the station, I did not even care about making money although I would not work for free as that might make him suspicious. My brothers got home from their hunting and settled down for a long night of video games while I stood in the shower letting the blood of the deer drip off of me. A quiet knock followed by the sound of my mother's thoughts and "Edward? Are you alright honey?" I quickly got out of the shower and pulled on boxers before opening the door. She looked really worried; it had been a long time since I had taken a shower just for fun at three a.m. The last time was the accident. I did not meet her eyes she always knew when I was lying but I tried any ways. "I am fine Esme, I promise," it fell too flat, and she gave me the look. "It has just been a long strange day and I am sick of feeling like a freak around all those kids," this part was true. "Your brothers have set up the third controller if you would like sweet heart," "No thanks mum, I am just going to do some reading. But tell them thanks," "Your welcome" echoed deeply throughout the house as Emmett yelled up from the living room. God I hate how well everyone in the house could hear, they had probably all heard this little conversation except Carlisle, "Um Esme is Carlisle home yet?" it was not unusually for him to work late hours at the hospital but even he acknowledged the fact that people would get suspicious if he was always working and even he needed to clear his head after a while of working around all of that blood. "No, not yet," she said while giving me that look of irritation that I would not tell her the whole truth of the situation, she would attempt to listen in later when Carlisle got home. Oh well let her try Carlisle and I could take a walk or go to his fourth floor office which was sound proof. Whatever I finally looked up and Esme was turning the corner already worrying about another one of her children, Rosalie. She had not gotten home by curfew, oh was she going to get chewed out when she got home. Then for the first time a thought struck me, if she got home, if I could have shivered, I would have at this realization. I walked slowly toward my book shelf and without realizing what I grabbed picked a book walked to my futon and started to "read" the book I skimmed but nothing sunk in but it was okay because I had already read this one about forty times, Othello, but for the first time Othello's hardships did not pull me into the story I was too focused on my own problems, number one I had only had one job before and it was the biggest cause of concern when applying for this job because they were bound to be suspicious of someone who's last job had been in 1927 working as a paper boy being the young teenager standing in front of them who did not look a day over 18 but who was really 104. Ah the life of a vampire, a never-ending headache, if we could have had headaches.