This is told in my OC's POV

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. All the characters -sob- are sadly not mine.

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I scowled at the memories. "First he nearly runs me over this morning, then he looks at me all the time with hate in his eyes, which are blacker than black, by the way, and finally he asks me if I have my IQ confused with my age!" I looked at their faces.

Carlisle looked as if he was having a hard time controlling his snickers, and Esme was smiling openly. "We'll talk to him tonight about it."

I looked questioningly at her. "How do you know him?"

"Because he's my foster son."

o o o o o o

I was curled up in a warm ball in my bed when the first rays of bright sunlight filtered through my window and hit me square in the face. I groaned and buried my face into my pillow- my alarm would be going off in a few minutes, and I savored every second I could in my cocoon.

Finally my clock went off and I grabbed it and stuffed it under my pillow so I wouldn't hear it anymore and then stuck a hesitant foot out of my covers and on to the floor.

I quickly pulled it back- the floor was freezing. I pulled a blanket over my shoulders and crawled out of bed reluctantly. The sunlight from outside brightened up the pale blue walls of my room, forcing my brain back into function.

"Hun?" I heard my dad's voice float up the stairs. "You getting up?"

"Yeah, I am!" I called back grogily. "Give me like, half an hour," I mumbled to myself. As I walked to my bathroom I noted happily that it was sunny out, unlike Forks' usual dismal and gray weather.

In the restroom I washed my face quickly, applied my normal makeup and then put my hair up in a messy bun, shorter strands of hair falling into my eyes. I noticed with satisfaction that I no longer had purple around my eyes.

After washing up, I nimbly stepped into my closet, making sure that I skipped the cold parts of my wooden floor. I rumaged through my closet for a good fifteen minutes before I finally decided on an outfit.

I picked out my favorite pair of pants-weather like this called for a celebration. They were a pair of baggy, loose khaki cargo pants that were falling off of my butt and showed off my bony hips, and I grabbed a white studded belt to hold it up. Then I slid a ribbed white Kirra crewneck longsleeved tee. I pulled on a pair of graffiti-fied white Vans (complements of my friends and coloured Sharpies up in England- they gave them to me before I got on the plane) and tumbled down the stairs.

David met my eyes and smiled at me. "Good weather today." He gestured outside the window. I nodded, grinning.

"Yup."

"I'll be leaving, I left you some coffee. See ya, hun. I'll be back at seven." David gave me a one-armed hug and was out the door. I pulled the large mug of coffee to me and to a long sip.

I closed my eyes. Ahhh.

Coffee.

Pure black piss.

To man, the drink of the gods.

I opened my eyes and smiled. Nothing like a good cup 'o joe.

I ate my normal breakfast of Cocoa Pebbles on my customary place on the kitchen counter. I took another sip of coffee.

Yes, today would be a good day.

o o o o o o o

The good weather didn't last too long. Already the sky was dark with clouds and the sun's warmth was disappearing.

I met up with Aaron in the parking lot and we made our way to English.

"What happened yesterday? You looked like you were going to stab someone."

I glared down at my shoes as we walked past the cafeteria. "Hale. He asked me if I had my age and I.Q mixed up!"

"How old are you, anyways? You do look a bit younger than the rest of us." Aaron tilted his head to look at me.

"I'm fifteen."

Aaron stopped, dumbfounded while he stared at me. "Fifteen? You're fifteen?!?"

A light blush painted my cheeks. I always got that same reaction whenever I told a fellow classmate my age. I received a few stares as other people looked around curiously to Aaron for his outburst.

Aaron walked back to join my side, mouth still open. "Close your mouth before something flies in," I groused. I started a brisk walk to Building Two.

He came back to his sences and jogged up to me. "But how can you be in your senior year and be fifteen?"

I opened the door. "I skipped a couple grades, alright?"

We took our seats just as Mrs. Stupka began her lecture. I promptly ignored Aaron's incredulous stares from across the room and proceeded to doodle on my binder.

Even though it didn't look like I was paying attention, I really was. I heard her droning on about Macbeth and Shakespeare while I drew Jasper's timely demise on the back of my book in detailed colour.

Mrs. Stupka called on me, thinking that I would get the question wrong. "Miss Beaumont, what is a famous quote that is said in Act Five, Scene One?"

I continued drawing a flattened Jasper on a sidewalk under my dad's truck as I replied, "Out, damned spot! Out I say!" I didn't look up, but I could guess that her face was one of surprise. Heh. Didn't think I was paying attention, did you, ya dumb bint?

Well, actually, I really wasn't paying attention. I had accidentally drawn too much blood in my picture and was trying to rub out some of the red, and coincidentally, I was talking to myself right as Mrs. Stupka asked me the question. And coincidentally, it was the answer to her question.

Mrs. Stupka stiffened and straightened out. "Good answer, Miss Beaumont." I looked up from my picture, trying to look innocent, but I think I merely looked my confusion. Mrs. Stupka saw that and continued, "Quote from the final scene?"

Everybody's eyes were on me.

"Now, now, Mrs. Stupka, that's not quite fair, is it? But fair is foul and foul is fair." I nodded to myself. I had quoted MacBeth again. "For our class has only reached Scene Three of Act Five, but I will comply to your wishes anyways." I stood up dramatically. Mrs. Stupka's eyes narrowed at me.

"Out, out, brief candle!" I placed a hand to my forehead. I had the class' full attention. "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts," I strutted past Mrs. Stupka and to the front of the classroom, "and frets his hour upon the stage," I mimicked stabbing a sword through my stomach and fell with a light fwump to the floor. My back was on the ground, an arm resting over my face, the other on my stomach and my legs sprawled out. I stuck out my tongue for effect, and got laughs for my antics. "and is then heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot," I cracked open an eye and focused it on Mrs. Stupka, "full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

I jumped to my feet and bowed with a flourish, everyone standing at their desks and clapping for me. Mrs. Stupka's eye twitched in anger, and through gritted teeth she said, "Class dismissed."

Ann Marie met me at the door, grinnng. "Good one, Em. Everyone hates that old bat and it was about time someone stood up to her." I ducked my head and smiled.

"It was nothing. Drama camp tends to make one... dramatic."

o o o o o o

The day went by without a glitch, my antics performed in English spread through the grade like wildfire- the new girl put the crazed English professor to shame- and I had people I didn't even recognize clapping me on the back and congratulating me.

Even the gray weather couldn't effect my good mood.

But alas, I spoke too soon. My last class of the day, the one I hated with a passion, was Chemistry and I had to sit next to Hale. My good mood deflated like a balloon and quickly matched the colour of the sky outside.

Jasper was already in his seat, staring at the blank white board with a strange expression. It looked like he was deep in thought, angry, happy, and confused all at the same time. I can tell you now that it is quite migraine inducing if you looked too long.

I sat silently next to him- but he still flinched and looked down at me with a deer-in-headlights expression anyways. I raised an eyebrow at him and we made eye contact.

I noticed something with a shock of surprise- Hale's eyes, which were blacker than pitch yesterday, were a light honey colour. "Did you get colour contacts?" I blurted out suddenly.

This time he raised a delicately arched eyebrow at me, and replied, "No, I did not."

For a moment I was shocked into silence. His voice was a deep, melodic bass, with a hint of a Southern accent. It washed over my ears with a liquid feeling of calm, brushing my skin softly. I shook my head. Since when did I start thinking his voice was musical?

"Right," I mumbled to myself. "Lets get started on this lab, alright?"

He complied silently.

The lab was showing us how elements react differently with water, fire, and acid. Jasper- I mean, Hale, started up the bunsen burner while I walked to the front and grabbed a sample of carbon, sulfur, and copper. When I returned he had the fire going on and proceded to fill a tube of water as I set the trays down. So far, we were getting along without biting each other's heads off. Maybe Esme and Carlisle did talk to him last night.

Suddenly I realized that Jasper was bending the water tube wrong and adding too much copper. "Hold on, you berk, that's too much-"

Jasper squeezed the water tube, and the water and copper went flying... at me. On my shirt. My white shirt.

All the boys in the room clapped while I shrieked. "Good one, Hale!" a blond jock called from the back. I was very aware of my red bra showing through.

"You stupid, bloody eejit!" I screamed. "You just went and cocked-up a test grade lab! Gordon Bennet, you manky bugger, you totally ruined my shirt!" I realized, in American terms, what I was saying was incredibly rude. Ah, the innocence of Brits. (snerk).

Mr. Blanchard came up to our table, not even sparing me a glance. "Mr. Hale, will you please tell me what's going on?"

I shot the teacher a dirty glare behind his back as I crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself up.

Jasper smirked. "Emmilyne" I threw the dirtiest glare possible at him, "and I were just learning how copper fillings with acid and water changes the colour of clothes." His eyes raked over my soggy top and grinned smugly at me. I nearly growled.

It was true, my shirt had turned from white to pink where the water had hit me.

"Miss Beaumont," Mr. Blanchard looked at me. I looked back with wide eyes.

"yes, sir?"

"Do you realize that I should be giving you a detention for saying obscenities in class?"

"No, sir. I wasn't aware that I was saying anything wrong." Hale snickered behind his hand.

Mr. Blanchard surveiled me silently. "You are British, yes?"

I nodded, making my eyes wider. "Yes sir."

He sighed. I hoped that it was my perfect grades that had come across the Atlantic that were making him take kindly to me. "Well, since your vocabulary is different from ours, I will keep you away from detention this time. But next time," He looked me squarely in the eyes. "I hope there wont be a next time."

I nodded. "yes, sir." the second that he turned around, I stuck out my tongue and Hale. I didn't care if it made me look ten years younger. Hell, I felt like I should celebrate! Mr. Blanchard, Chemistry-prof-that-had-a-ten-foot-pole-up-his-arse- Mr. Blanchard, didn't give me a detention!

Hale raised an eyebrow sardonically at me.

But I didn't care. Soaking shirt or no, I wasn't in trouble. Ah, the joys of being British.

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