LATER THAT NIGHT

What can I say for myself now? They gave me the guest room, I gave them a glare, they offered me food, I offered them the finger. It had been going on all day, and half of the night. It was now eleven fifty- four and I was losing my resolve of not staying the night, I mean, where would I go now?

So now I am officially stuck in this room, where there's a television, a computer, and a stereo system with CDs in every drawer. I was miserable, my leg was still throbbing and tears were still steadily flowing down my cheeks at the thought of having to say here, I think I'm going to start a head- log. You know, kind of like a diary, but in my head, where no one can find it and unlock it and read it out at the mall or at the park or at school. Yes, I have also seen many childish movie plots where two siblings or 'BFFNs' as they call them, are trying to get back at each other.

Yes, I know, how petty.

Head- log numero uno- eleven fifty- five, fifteenth day on Earth.

Wow, I could kind of get used to this.

So, even though it feels like just one day, I have been on this forsaken, wreck of a land for half of a month. I'm sixteen years old here and am in my second year of high school. I was born in January, the first to be precise.

I know, my birthday is so special.

I think that- while I'm here- I am going to be very sarcastic and, in all, very bitchy.

And oh, when I'm not happy, you'll here about it. My least favorite people are actually vampires, and there are seven of them to be exact. I wouldn't call them my nemesis's or anything because that's slightly extreme and I don't have this big scheme to kill them or anything.

Let's start with Alice shall we. She seemed sweet. I could see myself being her friend if she wasn't such a nosy, bouncy, obliviously childish necklace- pulling person who turned me into a human. She does seem sweet though. Her, Esme, and Carlisle are the ones who have been offering me food and what- not. I mean, to offer a totally, emotionally wacky teenager into their home and then give away food (not like they would be eating it though).

Esme was also very nice. She is the only creature here who doesn't piss me off to complete extremes- besides Carlisle. She came up every half of an hour with a new dish. How much food could this woman-vampire make? First it was spaghetti, then tortellini, then she made pizza, after that has been a variety of soft drinks and fast foods. I wouldn't be surprised if next was Macdonalds.

Carlisle was sweet. Though he was persistent, "Bella, let me see your leg. Bella, eat something. Bella, please talk to us. Bella, why are you in the corner. Bella, please don't cry." At first it was annoying, but then I started to realize how much compassion that takes, to keep checking in on me like that. He acted like the father I never had. I was glad for it, though, I am a teenager, and every teenage girl overlooks that fact, no matter how many millennia they have been alive, how much they have seen and/or experienced.

Rosalie… well, Rosalie was a bitch. She glared balefully at me. She mouthed death threats. She mumbled about me being a prissy wench, but she was the one living in this beautiful home, with a lover to do her will, and a family that cared about her. Every time she mumble by I told her off. The last time was something along these lines, "cough, ungrateful bitch, cough cough, cough." She had just glared and walked away.

Emmett was pretty cool. He just smiled at me whenever he walked past this room. He seems pretty fun to be around. In fact, I can hear his boisterous laughter as we- or, I and my inner head- log- speak now. I can see us getting close, but like I said… I don't like these guys.

Jasper was very at ease. Then again, I knew of his power, so obviously it's not unexpected. I think that when I first looked at him, I went from angry to feeling so calm I'm almost tired in almost a second. That was what caught me off guard, that he could control his emotional waves so well tat it was almost distortion.

And then there was Edward. Edward was very… mysterious. At first I thought he hated me. Then I noticed some strange fascination with me and where I come from. And then he jumped out a window for me, or for the information. Either way, he seemed to be the one that was always around, whether I needed them or not. Actually, I think I hear someone coming now.

Peace out diary head- log thing.

I could hear the faint yet deliberate footsteps stop just outside of the door, and through the door frame could see the silhouette of one of the residing vampires. Edward walked into the room carrying a tray of- oh Lord- chicken burgers, French fries and two cokes- Macdonalds. This couldn't get any more predictable. "Are you hungry yet?" he asked me… sincerely? I think he had some sort of bipolar disorder.

I just shook my head no and looked the other way. I felt my stomach squeeze tightly and heard the faintest of rumbles, almost undistinguishable to me. But he heard it. "I think you are," he set the food down in front of me and sat cross legged behind the tray. He picked up a French frie and tried his best to look satisfied as the food was swirled around in his mouth. He offered the piece still left in his hand and I stared at it.

We must have sat there for ten minutes in the same position before I tentatively raised my hand and took the last piece of the frie. He seemed satisfied as I rolled the greasy, soft potato- based item in my fingers. I popped it into my mouth and relished in the squishy goodness. He offered me another. And then another. And then the chicken burger, and as I sipped my coke he finally said it. "Would you like to come downstairs with me?"