I am SO sorry for suddenly dying on you guys! D: I didn't know what to make for the next chapter... and things started to come up. I SWEAR I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again! I'm sorry! ..... AGAIN! ;o;

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It was difficult to sleep that night, since even the slightest movement would send a wave of pain over me. I'm pretty sure I got about… three hours of sleep at the very most.

When my alarm went off, I was already awake. I hit the snooze button and carefully sat up, hissing from the pain it caused. How was I going to explain this to Mom? She wouldn't believe that I got attacked by a bear and was saved by the new kids. Heck, even I don't believe it!

I got up from bed and wrapped my blanket around my body, hoping that Mom wouldn't question it. But have you ever heard of me having a fraction of luck?

Walking out of my room, I could faintly smell breakfast being cooked, and slowly stepped into the kitchen. Mom looked to me and blinked.

"Honey, why are you wearing that blanket?" She asked and dried her hands on a towel. I chewed my lower lip, trying to think of a decent excuse.

"Uh… It's really soft…?" Sadly, it came out as a question, not a statement. She gave me a stern look, walking over.

"I've taught you better then to lie, Charity." She said. "Now, why are you really wearing that blanket?" She didn't give me a chance to speak, however, and pulled off the blanket. Needless to say her face took on the look of absolute horror. "Charity!" She cried out, staring at my bandaged arms. "What happened to you?!"

I swallowed hard, feel a lump form in my throat. Then a perfect excuse came to my mind.

"I was out in the back and I tripped into a thorn bush." I said, and I found myself wrapped in her arms. I could feel something wet soaking into the back of my shirt, and I turned my head slightly to see that Mom was crying. Was it really that bad…?

"Please, please be more careful," She whispered softly and kissed the top of my head. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Guilt enveloped me, but it morphed to anger. She was talking about Dad, that's why she was so sad. How many times is he going to ruin our life?!

"I'm sorry, Mom." I said, feeling tears prick the corner of my own eyes. "You know how clumsy we are." I tried to cheer her up, and she smiled a sad smile.

"That's true. Only God knows how many times I've fallen in my life." She said and rubbed my gauze-covered arm. She walked over to the oven and continued with preparing breakfast. I blinked, staring at her. Was it really going to be that easy? Huh, maybe there is some luck in my life.

However, the moment I sat down, Mom said, "Oh and you're not going to school."

I looked up at her, eyes wide. "What? Why not?!"

She turned to stare at me as if I grew a second head. "You're injured, honey. There's no way I'm letting you go to school in this condition." I sighed heavily and let my head fall onto the table with a thump. I heard her sigh followed by a plate being set next to my head. "I'm sorry, dear. But I can't risk you getting hurt again when I'm not around." I lifted my head and stared at the plate, stabbing an egg with the fork.

"… Alright Mom, I understand…"

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Ok, so I was bored, tired, and in pain. I've already finished my homework, watched all the recordings we had on the TV, and even did the laundry! I never did the laundry… ever. That's how bored I was. Luckily Mom would be home in about five seconds.

As if I was psychic or something, I heard Mom's car pull up. I heard the door open from my position on the couch, stretched out. "Hi, sweetie," She said and walked over, smiling softly to me. "How are you feeling?"

I carefully sat up, forcing a small smile. "Alright, a little pain here and there, but alright." I said and stood up. "How was work?"

"Fine," She replied and took her coat off. Neither of us were much talkers, something she got from her Dad, and I from her. It was rather difficult for us to make conversation, if you haven't figured out by now.

"Cool," I stood up and walked over to the bathroom, grabbing some Ibuprofen and taken a couple.

"I'm making mash potatoes for dinner, ok?" She called from the kitchen.

"Ok!" I called back and walked out to the living room. I know mash potatoes doesn't sound like something great to have for dinner, unless there's turkey or ham to go with it, but to us it's something we don't have that often. Usually she forgets to buy the things needed for it, which are technically the potatoes.

I watched TV for about half an hour as she made dinner, and went into the kitchen when Mom finished. The mash potatoes smelled great, and it made my stomach growl. Mom laughed. "I guess you're hungry," She said as I flushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah…" I murmured and sat down. I reached over for the toast, grabbed a piece and stacking some mash potatoes on it. Yeah, I know it sounds gross, but not being able to eat certain things, you discover stuff that actually tastes good.

"So….." She began. I looked up from my plate, my mouth half full with toast and potatoes. I swallowed before answering, "So… what?"

"…. How were you able to patch yourself? I know that you wouldn't be able to handle it by yourself…"

Well, I wasn't expecting that to happen… Dang I should've thought out a better lie…. "Um…" I sighed. Might as well tell the truth; it couldn't hurt, right? "Apparently one of the new students…. Came over to have some help with homework, and he found me, so I was taken to their Dad."

"How come you've never told me what they look like?"

"You never asked…." I mumbled, looking down and stabbing my fork into the potatoes.

"What's their names?"

"…. Uh…." I racked my brain to see if I could remember their old-fashioned names, pulling my eyebrows together. "…. Well, the one that came over, his name's Jasper." She paused with her spoon in front of her open mouth. "He has a girlfriend um…. Alice." Her face looked a bit paler.

"What do they look like?" She barely breathed.

"Jasper's tall, kinda skinny looking…. Blond hair all frizzled. Alice's tiny, almost like a midget, and has short black hair…" Her spoon clanked down onto her plate, a sudden silence hanging over both of us. She looked as if she has just seen a ghost. "… Mom? You alright?" She shook her head, a slight panicked look crossing over her face.

"Are there any more? What do they look like?" She asked in a rushed tone.

"… There's a really beefy guy, looks like he bench presses a bunch. He has short black hair too… A girl with long blond hair, really pretty…. And-"

"And who else?!" Her voice rose, eyes wide. I leaned back.

"U-um…. This other guy… he has kinda reddish hair…" She stared at me in horror, and I couldn't comprehend what was so wrong suddenly.

She swallowed hard, looking down. "… You can't speak to them anymore…" She murmured, leaving the kitchen before I could even get a word in. I was just left there, clueless about her actions…

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Days passed by in a boring blur, Mom avoiding me every time I would walk into the same room as her. I could always hear her crying in her room at night, even if she was trying to be quiet about it.

Eventually I was able to talk to her and persuade her into letting me go to school again, which is why I'm here now sitting in class at the beginning of the week, learning about plants. Yay…

Fortunately for me, I did have this class with any of the Cullen's. When I had wandered into Alice and Jasper, I had to say that I needed to go to the restroom, just to avoid them. I'm pretty sure they're getting suspicious, mainly because I nearly started running just to get away…. And that I passed right by the bathroom…

Anxiousness crept into me the closer lunch got, to the point where I had to leave the class and get my heart under control. Fleeing from them was an act of panic, not because Mom said I had to stay away from them, and I knew that if they saw me again, they'd demand for a reason why.

How could I explain that for some reason my apparently hair-brained mother doesn't want me to talk to them, for no good purpose?

The bell rang then, pulling me out of my thoughts. I groaned to myself as I packed my things, walking out of the classroom just like everyone else. I went into the cafeteria, scanning the large and crowded room for the group of five. So far so good…

I went over to my usual table, sitting down considerably slow onto the seat. It looks like they ditched… must be my lucky day for once.

"Hey, Charity." Sucks how things work, doesn't it?

I looked up slowly from my salad, dreading who had spoken to me. Low and behold, Jasper stood there with Alice next to him. "Can we sit down with you?" Alice asked in the chiming voice of hers, smiling. I couldn't help but nod my head stiffly, and they both sat down with their lunch trays.

"It's good to see that you're looking better." Jasper commented, nodding to the purple scars on my arm.

"Heh… yeah, though I could've gone without the decoration…" I murmured, stabbing a piece of lettuce. I suddenly lost my appetite…

Again luck shined on me for a moment, because they never brought up the subject of why I ditched them. Instead, they told me about the humorous things that I've missed while I was away. Like two guys got into a fight and fell into a mud puddle, but kept going at it until they were covered in leaves and other debris. I had to admit, that actually made me laugh. It was like payback for the things in the past.

Eventually, though, I had to bring up a question that was bothering me. "How come you two aren't sitting with the rest of your family?"

They looked to each other for a moment. "Well…. Emmett and Rosalie are… busy…" Alice said and coughed uncomfortably. I felt my face go a slight red. "And Edward's at the main office." Jasper added.

"Office? How come? Did he get in trouble?" Jasper shook his head.

"No…. he's changing classes."

I stared at him a little oddly. "… Why?"

"…. He's transferring to one of your classes." Alice murmured quickly.

"Oh I see…. Wait…. WHAT?"