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Chapter 2

The rest of the of the morning went by fast, so fast in fact, that I don't even remember it. It was finally time for lunch, and I was walking down the concrete path that lead us to the cafeteria. I was expecting to sit with Bella, but then I remembered that her group of friends were going to sit with her. Bella's friends didn't really like me, in fact they thought I was a geek, with a Gothic touch. Whenever Bella introduced me to anyone, they just looked at me.

I decided that I would take a chance, and sit with her friends. I was the first one at her table, because I didn't bother going to get lunch. Less than five seconds after I sat down, everyone came crowding over. I was guessing this was a very popular table. I sat on the very edge of the table next to Bella. I looked around the cafeteria and saw a table that stood out. They were at the far corner of the cafeteria, far from anyone. There was five people at the table, none were eating, but each had a tray full of food. They weren't looking around, but weren't looking at each other. It looked like they were related, but yet, they didn't.

There were three boys, one big, mostly muscle, with dark hair that curled. The other one was taller, but still muscular, with honey blond hair. The last of the three was shorter, but taller than everyone else in the room. He didn't have much muscle, and was more boyish. He also had a bronze-like colored hair. The first two looked too old to be in high school, while the last one looked like he was a senior.

Then there was the girls. The tallest one was beautiful, and had golden blond hair. She looked like a model, like one of those girls that every girl wanted to be, and the girl that every guy wanted to date. The second one was shorter, and had pixie-like hair. She was thin, and looked like the one with the most energy. All five of them were pale, paler than Bella and I. They all had dark eyes, and dark circles under their eyes. It looked like they haven't slept in forever.

But they were all so beautiful, not the beautiful that you see around schools, but beautiful that isn't human beautiful. All of a sudden the pixie-like girl rose with her tray and walked, with a graceful movement, to the trashcan. I turned to see Bella looking at them too. She looked at me and raised her shoulders as if to shrug. She then turned to one of her friends and asked who they were. As soon as Bella said that, the boyish one of the boys looked at her friend, then at Bella. I smiled, as Bella looked down immediately. Her friend giggled at Bella and then answered her question. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who just left is Alice Cullen;they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said under her breath.

Bella was quiet before she said something. "They are...very nice looking." She said, though it was strained.

"Yes!" Her friend agreed with another annoying giggle. "They're all together though-Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her voice held shock.

"Which ones are Cullens?" Bella asked. "They don't look related..."

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins-the blondes-and they're foster children."

"They look a little old for foster children."

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."

"That's really kind of nice-for them to take in all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."

"I guess so." Her friend replied. I could tell there was a hint of dislike in her voice. I quit paying attention to their conversation, and studied them. As I noticed the cafeteria was clearing out, they all got up and dumped their trays. I noticed that I was going to be late, and got up to leave.

I left Bella talking to her friend, and headed to my class. When I did find it, I handed the teacher the slip, and sat in the back. I didn't notice there was someone standing over me until that person cleared their throat. I looked up to see on of the kids from lunch, the blond one. Jasper was it? "You're in my seat" He stated, straight to the point. I looked next to me and saw an empty seat.

"Why can't you just sit next to me." I said and turned back to drawing in my notebook. He sighed and sat in the vacant chair next to me. I probably should apologize, but I wasn't that type of person. The bell rang and the teacher tried to gather everyones' attention, but failed. Once she gave up she sat down and read a book. "Is she just going to sit there?" I asked the kid next to me. Yeah, I didn't like school, but I really hoped that if any of us were to have any luck passing the finals, she would at least give us work to do.

"Uh...pretty much." He replied in a relaxed tone. I could tell he was secretly amused that I was worried about learning. "You're Samantha Swan right?"

I winced and gave him a slight nod. I hated it when people called me Samantha. "I prefer Sam." I stated, giving him the hint that I didn't want to continue the conversation.

"I'm Jasper Hale." Obviously, he didn't get the hint. "What are you drawing?" I looked down at my notebook and saw that I had drawn a girl in a black cloak with a blindfold on her eyes. She was in a room with mirrors all around her, but the mirrors were covered with blood. In her hand, was a dagger. I frowned. I hadn't known that my mind was that disturbed.

"I don't know exactly..." I replied, unsure of myself. I looked at Jasper for a response, but he was focusing on what I had drawn.

"I like it. It shows, I don't know, what goes on in your mind, I guess."

"I must have a crazy mind then." I mumbled to myself.

"You don't have a crazy mind, just a different one." I was surprised he heard me, but I didn't show it.

"Whatever." I mumbled again, and turned back to my drawing. It seemed like he was trying to connect with me, but I kept blocking him out.