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The teachers are on strike today, so therefore I have the day off! You can thank my teachers for the very quick update.

Naomi xxxx

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So, everything was going just the way I wanted it to be. I made some great new friends; I had settled into my new home easily; my schoolwork was going great. What could possibly happen to mess all of that up?

I really should not have said that. Just about every time somebody says "What could go wrong?" something bad happens straight afterwards. It's just fate, I guess.

Saturday. My favourite day of the week. But it was the first day, of the rest of my life.

It was about 8:00 am, Georgia and Gary were at work, and I was home alone. My throat was burning. Literally, it was burning. I hadn't eaten a thing since that day I ate the pizza at school. I just couldn't eat anymore. I had no idea what I was supposed to do about the burning feeling in my throat. I couldn't drink anything either.

I left my room and went to the bathroom to brush my hair, as per-usual. I don't know why I still brushed my hair; it never gets messed up anymore. I guess it's from force of habit, I suppose.

I got my brush out of the drawer in the bathroom, and glanced at myself in the mirror.

I gasped in horror. Then I screamed.

My face was pale. I was white as snow. There wasn't the usual flush of red on my cheeks. My tan was gone. I looked all over my arms and legs. They were pale too. No tan-line, no redness, nothing. I was completely, pale white.

What in the world just happened? Where was my tan? It couldn't just disappear overnight! I hadn't felt anything all night. What did this mean? Were the Cullen's right? Was I actually... developing into something?

But the question is... what were they talking about when they mentioned that? What did they think I was developing into? By then I was pretty sure I was a freak of nature.

I looked into the mirror again, more closely this time. Please not the eyes, I thought, please don't change.

My eyes were still gold. Phew. False alarm.

My throat suddenly gave a heaving burn. I heard somebody at the door a few metres away. As soon as I heard them, as soon as my throat burned, my eyes made a flash of blood red. For a split second, my eyes had gone red. An evil red.

I placed my hand on my chest, trying not to faint. What was all this? Why was my throat suddenly burning like this? Why did my eyes go red? And why was my tan gone?!

There was a knock at the door. I could smell something... it smelt delicious. It was like a fragrant perfume. I wanted to know what it was.

I opened the door to come face to face with Jason Shipman, the guy who talked to me on my first day. As soon as I opened the door, the fragrant smell wafted up my nose. What was that smell?

'Hi Jason.' I croaked. It was hard to talk with a burnt in your throat.

'Hiya Skye. I just came by to give you this.' Jason smiled, handing me a piece of paper. I looked at it; it was an invitation to a start-of-term party.

'Oh a party?' I asked, trying to sound casual.

'Yeah... It's at my house next week. You wanna come?' he asked eagerly.

'I'll think about it,' I said, 'it's pretty busy around here at the moment.' I lied. Jason nodded.

'Okay,' he said, 'are you feeling okay?' he added.

You don't know the half of it.

'.. Yes... why?' I asked suspiciously.

'You are really pale. You should see a doctor or something.' he suggested.

'I'm fine, Jason. Really.' I lied again.

'If you say so. Let me know if you can come.' he finished. He gave me a friendly wink and walked off.

As he left, the fragrant smell vanished. Was that scent Jason? Why did I suddenly find him so... tempting?

Ew! That sounded so gross. Did I actually want to... bite him? Oh god. There was definitely something up. I shut the door and put the invite in my pocket.

I went back to the bathroom to examine myself again. If Jason could notice a change, then there was something weird going on. Usually nobody noticed if my physical features changed.

Luckily my eyes were gold again. I hoped they didn't turn red in front of Jason. That'd be a bit awkward.

I couldn't believe how pale I was. I don't think I've ever been this pale in my life, even when I was born. I've always been known for my tan. What will I be known as now? The really, really pale chick? Whose eyes went red every few minutes? I hope not.

What was happening to me? I didn't know much about the human body, but I knew enough to know that this isn't what you'd call normal. If people get a tan, they usually stay that way. They don't just all of a sudden turn pale white overnight.

Maybe it was something very rare? Maybe I had some sort of uncommon sickness?

Before I could ponder any longer, I screamed again. Louder this time.

It all happened so fast.

My body went rigid. I couldn't move an inch. My bones were frozen solid. I stumbled to the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom, hitting my head on the cabinet on my way down.

I was completely helpless. What was I do to? What was wrong with me?

Ouch! My ... my bones were on fire! It felt like there were crackling flames, licking and eating my bones alive, charring my capillaries. I screamed again at the top of my lungs, wishing for it to stop. But I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I forced my mouth shut, and kept completely still. Maybe if I didn't move the burning fire would go away.

It only lasted for ten more seconds, before the fires in my skin ceased to eat me raw. I felt back to normal again, like nothing happened. I shook my head, and stood up gracefully again. I looked in the mirror. Nothing had changed at all since I looked at myself last. Yes, I was still pale white, but the fires hadn't done anything.

What had just happened? I really needed some professional help.

That's when I decided to call Doctor Cullen.

I know it was shorter than usual... but it was a quick update, you gotta admit! Do you like?