Disclaimer: Let's keep it nice and simple, shall we? I DON'T OWN FREAKIN TWILIGHT!

Will Edward show up?

I said pinch me
Where's the catch this time
Can't find a single cloud in the sky
Help me before I get used to this guy

They say that good things take time
But really great things happen in a blink of an eye
Thought the chances to meet somebody like you were a million to one
I can't believe it, (whoa oh)
You're one in a million
All this time i was looking for love
Trying to make things work, that weren't good enough
Til' I thought I'm through, said I'm done
And stumbled into the arms of the one

One In A Million, by Hannah Montana

Chapter 12

That night, I cried for a little while. Just to get it out of my system, and besides it was my mom that left. But she did tell me she would be back, and I'll believe her word.

I fell asleep in no time and before I knew it, it was time for school. I got ready and Grandpa dropped me off, after a lot of begging and fake tears.

I was on time, and was in my seat ready for notes and such as soon as the bell rang. Natasha was next to me, mumbling something and I could only catch a few words.. "Freakin dad, I'm going to..." and "Damn Melody.."

I restrained myself from slapping her in the face. Oh.. One of these days... I'm going to kick this bastard.

"Good Morning Class" Ms. Foog greeted, setting packets of papers on her desk. "Today, we are going to work on a project about your personal lives. You and the person next to you will go over each other's houses, and share information with one another. And you will record everything on this piece of paper" She finished.

I turned my head toward Natasha and glared. "Were going to my house.." I growled, she just shrugged. And me taking it as a 'yes'. "You better not be late" I grumbled.

"Why, you gonna kick my ass if I'll be late" She retorted calmly. "No, I'll more likely ruin your face" I smiled sweetly. "Whatever" She snorted.

This should be fun..

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I waited patiently in the living room, for the daughter of a bi- DING DONG!

I forced myself to stand up and open the door, and there she was in all of her bastard-ness glory. "Wassup retard" She snapped, inviting herself in.

I growled and followed her to the living room. "Nice place you got here, not!" She laughed, plopping onto the couch. Stay calm, stay calm. You wouldn't want blood on the couch now do you? That means explaining it to Charlie, and commiting a crime.

"Let's just get started" I sighed, getting my paper and pencil ready. "What's your full name?" I queried, truly curious.

"Natasha Oceana Black" She stated uninterested. "You?" I was surprised I found a hint of curiousness in her tone.

"Um.. Melody Charlotte Cullen" I blurted out, and she laughed sourly. I cleared my throat, "When's your birthday?" I questioned, writing down her full name in the blank.

"Hmm... July 7 2006" She replied, twirling a brown curl around her finger. "When's yours?" "Why you gonna get me a birthday present?" I asked harshly.

"Just give me the damn answer" She snapped. "Jeez.. August 13 2006" I breathed out.

"Haha, your younger than me!" She laughed, scribbling it down. She even has a bastard-like laugh! "Yea funny, okay what's your father's name?" I asked half-heartedly.

"Jacob Black" Natasha sighed, "Don't worry about telling me yours, I already know" She added coldly. "Fine, Mother's name?" I questioned harshly. This girl is pissing me off!

There was a long pause as I watched her emotions play across her face. First it was pain and sadness then faint anger. "I don't know" She said softly, her fist clenching and unclenching.

"Oh.." I breathed out, feeling a bit sorry for her. "Well mine is named Isabella Swan" I told her, and she shook as she wrote it down.

We were almost to the last question when loud knocking was heard on my door. "Be right back" I sighed and walked to the door. I opened it and found no other than Jacob Black standing there.

"Where is my daughter?" He growled, his eyes searching the front hallway. "Natasha!" He called, not stepping in.

Natasha stood next to me, and for a minute I saw a bit of fear on her face. "Yes Dad?" She squeaked.

"Why didn't you tell me where you were?" Jacob questioned. "I did tell you, but you were kind of napping" Natasha answered truthfully. I watched in amusement as Jacob scolded her and Natasha wincing on every word.

"Go and get your stuff, we have to go" Jacob commanded and with a final glare at me he walked out into the night.

Natasha did as she was told and mumbled a bye before walking after her dad. I could have sworn I saw a tear or two. Poor thing, I actually feel bad. Or maybe it's that taco coming back from lunch.. Heh.