This is a complete and total filler, and will hopefully be the shortest thing that you ever see me write. It probably has no signifgant value, but that remains to be seen. Also, I'm going to try and start another story that will be a collection of one-shot songfics--but that remains to be seen. Anyway, Isn't everybody so happy that I'm finally updating? Anyway, I'm really sorry that this took so long, but I've had writer's block. I got inspired because of my Nickleback cd I got for my birthday today--how old am I?--I'll never tell. So, here is my birthday present dedicated to all of you. I'll try and update really soon.

Kristeen's POV

I can't stop thinking about everything that happened to me in the past month. First we moved to Forks, and I met my grandfather for the first time. Then, on my first day of school I ran into the flag pole. After that I met the most delect--

I hope you know that I'm listening in on everything.

So? I told you: My mind, I can think what I want to. Anyway your son is like a Greek god. Think you could help me out with--

Your school work?

No.

"Miss. Cullen?"

"Sir?"

"I've called your name three times. Please answer the question."

"Could you please repeat it."

"What are the three types of leaf patterns; then describe and give an example of each."

"Oh, um. Netted--one main vein with small ones branching off--ferns. Parallel--veins run parallel with the length of the leaf--palm trees. And palmate--Main veins run to all main points of leaf then smaller one branch off--oak." Close one, Kristeen.

Got that right.

I hate you.

No you don't.

Right now I do.

"Good. (omgosh, I'm so ADD--I just forgot the Greek god's name!) Alex (Duh!--I had to look up my chapter about him wimpers in corner) What is the formula for the photosynthesis?"

Thankfully, he didn't call on me again. I guess he'd figured that he'd tortured me enough for one day. However, that did leave me the rest of the class to daydream. I only wish that I didn't have to keep so many secrets from Alex. First about my family and now about his. Why is it that I finally find a guy I like and I have to act like Fort Knox with him? Well, I probably could--I mean it's more than likely that he'll find out anyway from what Ja--Mr.Black and the rest of pack said.

No.

Didn't ask you.

I don't care weather or not you did. This doesn't just concern you. Your loyalty lies with--

Myself and my family. Just because I've had this thrust upon me doesn't mean that I automatically become your willing slave that will obey your every command.

How dare you.

Quite easily actually. I don't owe you anything.

Yes you do. Expecially if you want to continue seeing Alexander.

Alex, and you have no say over what we do or don't do.

"Hey Kristeen."

"Alex!"

"You don't have to sound so suprised," he chuckled. (FYI--Alex and Kristeen have grown really close and have just begun dating)

You can see the blushes on my cheeks--anything I got from my mom.

"So, did you hear about the dance next weekend?" (still

"Yes." Great back to one-syllable answers.

"Well, I was wondering if you would go with me?"

"Yes! I would love to!"

"Great, so I'll pick you up at six for dinner and then we'll go to the dance."

"Sounds great to me, but I won't be at Charlie's this week. I'll be out at the old mansion in the middle woods."

"I'll see you later."

" 'K."

It's not even 10:30 and my dad's in here trying to get me off the computer and to sleep. I normally don't even get tired until near 1. Sorry, to seem to dump all my troubles on you. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my family, but they're going to end up putting me in a mental hospital at the rate they're going. Anyway, so here's ch 8. I promise that I'll do my best to update tomorrow or Tuesday.