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Bellatrix would not have known that Forks High School was a school if it were not for the very large sign that proclaimed FORKS HIGH SCHOOL. She got out of Charlie's car – he had very wisely offered to drive her instead of letting her drive the truck – and was immediately accosted by a group of people.

"Hi," said a short, curly-haired girl, sticking out her hand. "We're the Forks High School welcome committee, and we're here to make your transition from one school to another as surreal as possible. I'm Jessica, and I'll be your generic bratty source of gossip. Pleased to meet you!"

"I'm Lauren," said a tall, skinny blonde. "I'll be your token blonde, backstabbing, bitch. Pleased to meet you!"

"I'm Angela," said an anorexia-thin girl with glasses. "I'll be your only real friend, because I'll put up with you, no matter how crazy you act."

"I'm Mike," said one boy. "I'll be one of the many boys who will be falling head over heels in love with you by the end of this chapter."

Bellatrix stared in horror at the group. She despised having so many people nearby, especially when they seemed to want to help her.

"Right," she said firmly. "Go away. I'm not going to be here long, and if you don't leave right now, I'll have to violate the no-killing clause of my stay here. Now leave!"

"No killing clause?" Jessica asked, tilting her head and blinking somewhat stupidly. "Is that a joke?"

"No," Bellatrix told her, a dark grin breaking across her face. "I'm dead serious. I've killed probably about a hundred people, though I really prefer to torture them into insanity. Now, who wants to tell me where I can get my timetable?"

There was a silence, then Angela cleared her throat, and said, "I'll take you to the office to get it… because I'll put up with you, no matter how crazy you act…" She started off towards the school building, muttering hysterically under her breath, and Bellatrix followed, glaring at Jessica, Lauren and Mike.

"What," she hissed under her breath to Gam-, "is this? Who are these people?"

"You weren't supposed to tell them about being a murderess."

"You didn't say that. Now answer my question. Who… are… they?"

"They're exactly who they say they are," Gam- told her. "Stock characters who would be much more interesting than any of the Cullens if Stephenie Meyer had bothered to flesh them out."

"I hate them."

"So does everyone else."

"I hate you."

"That's not nice."

"I want to kill someone."

"Not if you want to get back to being Bellatrix."

"H- Here, Bella," Angela said, coming out of a room marked with a giant sign that read "school office" and holding out a piece of paper. "Here's your timetable."

Bellatrix took it and shot Angela a nasty look. Angela yelped and ran away to hide.

"Why is there only one class on my timetable… 'biology'?" Bellatrix asked Gam- glaring at the paper.

"Because it's the only one with a sparkly venomous wood nymph in it," Gam- said.

"What the Hell does that mean?" Bellatrix snapped.

"Oh, you'll see. You'll see…"

"Have I mentioned I hate you?"