"Never knew I could feel this way, Like I've never seen the sky before…"

-Moulin Rouge, Come What May

Paul's POV

Catia sprinted (with surprising speed) back to her porch-door; she turned back, her brown eyes gleamed a bright green color in the dark, like a cat's. She murmured something, in a language I didn't understand and went in.

The feel of her hand still lingered on my head, I was practically gasping for breaths. "Dude, calm down or Jared here will have to give you mouth to mouth." Embry warned. I simply bared my teeth at him, before looking back at her mansion.

"There's something up with them, Paul. You can't deny that," Seth said, logically, but carefully, not wanting to piss me off (too much).

"Their scents are strange, and her family hunting animals? That's just creepy…and slightly disgusting. I don't think they even ate 'em!" exclaimed Leah disbelievingly. "They're going to school tomorrow, let me at least get to know her… she's my fucking imprint, for crying out loud!" I yelled, but I was practically pleading Sam to not do anything to her or her family. "It's against our rules." Brady nodded.

I only attended school twice a month, in the most random times, well, whenever I felt like it. And today, I really felt like it.

Jacob, Jared, Seth and I went to school while the others stayed in patrol, not wanting to let anything leave their eye. We stayed hidden behind the trees near the school in our wolf-forms. Leah, Collin, and Brady were keeping an eye on the Ferreira family, "They seem normal to me." Shrugged Brady. "I'm growing tired of this." Leah yawned. "You keep your eye on 'em, Sam's orders!" I barked.

But Brady was right, they were pretty normal. The grandfather and dad were getting their tools ready for work, they were lumberjacks. The grandmother was cooking breakfast, chatting happily with the two young kids. The African/American woman was putting on blue scrubs in the living room, "She works in Forks, with the Cullen leader in the hospital." Seth informed us, knowing the latest gossip.

The man with blonde short hair was arguing with Catia, he was serving his plate with eggs and potatoes while Catia stomped her foot angrily to add emphasis to her argument. The boy who had carried her the day I imprinted on her seemed to side with the blonde man, carrying her over her shoulder while she yelped and yelled at him in some language.

"What language are they speaking? I'm so tired of not knowing a word they're saying." Complained Collin. "Noser." Leah accused. The tanned woman (the mother of the two kids) was helping her boyfriend adjust his tie, they were murmuring to each other, he hugged her waist while she giggled and pulled him in by his tie to kiss him.

Leah gagged, "Poornography!" "Shut up, girl, they're talking!" Snapped Jared, like an old woman wanting to hear the latest gossip.

The albino teenager was talking (in English), "Thank goodness, something familiar!" Leah fake cheered.

"Alright, listen up, solidiers!" she barked. The entire family faced her, the ambiance seemed to change to an amused graveness.

"Today is our first day of school in years," she paced back and forth, stomping on each step, "We will not bite anyone, we will not attack any idiot that gets in our way-" "Like you did in 5th grade?" said the African/American woman, raising her brow.

"That was an accident, a mistake on my part," muttered the albino girl, embarrassed, before continuing, "What we will do is study, do our best on our studies to get the hell out of that prison often acknowledged as an academic facility full of fun and butterflies and awesome teachers – no offense, Teival, that was not directed to you." "None taken." He smirked slightly.

"The man with the kinky girlfriend is called Teival." Said Collin, stating the obvious. "Shut up, we're trying to hear!" scolded Leah.

"Never leave a man behind. Be safe, and I wish you Godspeed on this day." She concluded gravely, before bowing. Her family all laughed while she just grinned before disguising it with a cough.

"Now all of you leave before you're late!" whooped the grandmother. They all gave each other 'goodbye' kisses and filed out the door.

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to love and be loved."

-Moulin Rouge, Christian.

Catia's POV

The first I thing literally said when I opened my eyes was, "Oh joy, first day of school."

"Stupid clock." I hissed, throwing it to the ground. "Please save your bitch-fits for after school, I really don't want my day to be ruined by your menstrual mood swings." Yawned Giselle as she got up gracefully. "Oh shut it, Gis." I grinned, heading toward the bathroom.

"Hey, Kitty?" called Giselle from the other room. "Hmm?" "What should I wear?" she ran to the entrance of the bathroom, holding up two shirts," Red or blue?"

I blinked at her before saying in an exaggerated Californian accent," Oh my gosh, girl, definitely the blue 'cos it's so like, I don't know, you know?" "Thanks, Cat!" Giselle said in a sing-song voice, obviously not appreciating my sarcasm.

I dressed casually, just wearing a black T-shirt, dark jeans, and my precious black Converse. "There's no one to impress." I said arrogantly. How wrong I turned out to be.

Teival was going to drive us today, he's going to be a teacher here at La Push High…Think he'd be nice to us and give us grades? Hell no.

Teival is one of badassest teachers in history. Still can't believe my best friend married him.

Zeirus was going to work in a book shop down in town; Cristian was going to work in the afternoon in the library in town, so he didn't have to wake up early. Bitch.

Jose and MichaelAngelo were working as lumberjacks, which is perfect because they're physically fit for this type of hardcore work. Yup…they're badasses. Amadora was going to work in Forks Hospital as a nurse, she was very good at healing, and she's very smart it's scary.

Maria was working in a nursing home, and Jimena at a nursery.

While Giselle, Franco, Lisa, Ramses, Linda and I remained unemployed.

It was 7:15 when we all piled downstairs; the warmth of the stove was comforting in this forever-cold town. Cristian came out of his room exactly when I did (his room is right in front of mine and Giselle's), we both folded our arms across our chest. "How was your rest, Cristina?" I asked him, faking my sweet tone. "Quite well, Cato, how about you?" he smirked. "Excellent." I hissed back. When we're mad at each other, I call him 'Cristina' and he calls me 'Cato'.

We raced each other downstairs; on our way down, he made a really mean and snide remark about my fashion sense today, "I'm being comfortable and practical, not showy and exaggeratedly feminine like you!" I snapped.

It was normal for us to argue over the simplest things. We were complete opposites, it's how we get along, but we still love each other.

So why are we mad at each other? Well you see, my dear audience, Cristian and I have this weird competition thingey where we try to scare each other. Being Cats, it's easy for us to hear anything from long distances so we already know what to expect.

And recently, before moving here in fact, I scared the fur balls out of him when I crept silently into his room and filled his mouth with dog-food (Cristian sleeps with his mouth open, you see).

I'll admit I went a little too far with that one, I apologized but he was pissed. He swore vengeance.

So yeah, I've been watching my back this entire time.

We continued yelling at each other, filling our plates with the Mexican breakfast Jimena made for us: flour tortillas with scrambled eggs and potatoes.

Then that's when Albina (Spanish word for female albino), aka Lisa, walked up and barked for our attention.

This was our daily ritual, having a little pep talk before confrontment. We all take turns in pep-talks.

As we filed out the door, Teival's eyes surveyed the trees with a familiar sharpness in his eyes. We locked eyes, and he shook head, "Today will be completely normal." He murmured as we all filed into the car.

How wrong did he turn out to be.