"Okay….That's great!...See you then," Alice said excitedly over the phone before hanging up. What? No goodbye?

"Who was it," I asked.

"It was an old friend of mine," she said so giddily that I thought she might explode.

"What's his or her name, and where did everybody go?" I asked suddenly realizing only Alice and I were here.

"His name is George, and everyone else went to the airport to go get him. They were friends with him too. Come to think of it, Bella met him only last year."

"Go on," I said as my natural curiosity got the best of me."

"He's British, and he'll be staying here for a while. Oh and you and he are going to be going to school together."

My jaw dropped. It had been about 3 month now. My eyes had started to change colors. Now, instead of bright red, they were orangish-amber or an amberish-orange, I couldn't quite tell, but even in these few months of being a vampire I'd never been around a human.

"George is going to help you get used to being around humans. School starts in about a month and he's going to take you into town to get used to the scent of human. Eventually you'll be able to handle it. Though if someone bleeds hold your breath, slowly raise your chest up and down a little to make it look like your breathing, and head to the nearest exit."

I nodded. E heard a car park outside the house. Alice smiled so brightly I just knew she was overjoyed at the mere thought of me meeting George. Alice opened the door. In came Bella followed by Edward and Emmett, Jasper, Esme, then Rosalie then Carlisle, and finally a boy whom I did not recognize but assumed was George. He was as pale as everyone else. He had the same golden eyes too. He had shaggy brown hair and looked to be about… oh say… 5'11". Stupid tall people. I was only 5'5" Everyone but George was smiling at me expectantly. George was just smiling politely.

"Hello you must be Dara, I'm George," He said trying to make a good, first impression.

"Yes, I'm Dara," I said sounding cheerful.

"I hope you and George will become the absolute best of friends," Alice practically squealed. They were playing matchmaker, like with Rosalie and Emmett and Alice and Jasper. My mind went blank, almost every part of my body went numb, and my stomach, churned, twisted into knots, and threatened to heave up the deer blood I had yesterday when I went hunting with Rosalie. I wasn't sure what to think except that I didn't want to be paired up with anyone at the moment. But what could I do? I couldn't just disappoint my family. I had to try. But now was not the time if I was expected to keep everything in my stomach actually in my stomach.

"I'm going hunting," I said before walking out the door.

I caught a mountain lion, but I didn't taste it or feel it struggle or remember hunting it down. I just stayed in that state of mind that whenever something happens it doesn't register in your mind that it ever happened. I heard footsteps behind me and snapped out of my stupor. I turned to see George standing there looking at me with a dead, drained mountain lion carcass lying t my feet. My stomach twisted again. Then another set of footsteps came up behind me. Only the smell was enough for me to know that it was no vampire. I was sure I hadn't crossed the border. I turned and a small wave of relief swept through me. Jacob handed me my diary. He gave me a small smile. He looked behind me toward George who, I knew, was staring back wondering who was this person who smelled like raw sewage?

"Is this a friend of yours?" George asked. How do I answer a question like that? He trusted me or at least I think he did. 'Think or hope?' A little voice asked in the back of my head. I looked at Jacob. It was really up to him if he wanted to be friends with me.

"Yes," he said breaking eye contact with George to look into my eyes. I was somewhat surprised and happy at the same time.

"Uh…," I started, "Jacob this is George. He's a friend of my family's." He wasn't necessarily my friend. I watched a flicker of hurt run through George's expression, and regret flashed through my body, but I didn't show it in my face. George nodded at him and turned his attention back to me.

"I actually came to ask you if you'd like to go into town ," he said practically begging with his eyes to say yes. How could I say no? After all if I was supposed to get along with him I had to know him and in order to do that I had to spend time with him. I already put him down by not introducing him as my friend. I couldn't kick him while he was down and say no.

"Sure," I said, "But can I run home right quick?"

"Of course," he said as if it would me crazy to not let me go."