A/N:Thanks for your suggestion about conversations,Safety Pins! Alright,I know I'm not suppose to force you to review but I'm going to say this now:Please,please,please review!I'm really sorry but if I don't get more reviews soon,you're not going to find out who 'greenboy1234' really is.And let me be the one to tell you: Who he really is will shock you.Literally.And those reviews better come in soon because I'm going away to camp on Thursday for 4 days.Which means that you won't know who he is until next week,if that happens.I know I said you'd find out who he was in this chapter.I lied.Sorry.I don't mean to be evil but I just can't help wanting to see my review list grow...once again,sorry. - MissMei92

THE TALE OF ELIZABETH CULLEN

That eerie experience stayed with me the whole of next week. Seraphina was still visually shaken and she hadn't come to school on Monday. I'd called her house and the receptionist said she was feeling nausea and was running a high fever. It made me furious with him. How could he have been so mean to her! I'd thought.

I also began to wonder exactly what he'd said to her that could have made her so angry, as Seraphina was not the type to easily lose her temper, more so tell a secret when she was angry. My mom had begun to notice my pondering moods and she decided to begin the Spanish Inquisition.

"Elizabeth, why are you always so quiet nowadays, more than you usually are?" Which was true since I normally can't get a say in most things, so I just keep silent usually. But whenever I could, I'd always start the conversation myself. Lately, I hadn't been doing so.

"I don't know…I've got a lot of stuff to think about," I replied disinterested, my mind still lost in guessing work.

"Maybe I can answer some of your questions then," She smiled, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She obviously thought I was still confused about the whole vampire thing. I sighed, and said, "It's not that."

My mom was taken aback, to say the least. "Well, then what?" I knew she was wondering how an eight-year old could have anything else on her mind to think about so deeply. I didn't intend to tell her anything, though. "Nothing, mom. Just schoolwork. I think I'll go do some now..." I trailed off and left her, still sitting on the living room sofa where Seraphina had been crying that day.

Of course, I wasn't going to do any schoolwork at all. I went to call Kyle. I wanted to talk with him. What about? I wasn't sure. I just wanted to hear Kyle's joking voice. I didn't have to talk with a receptionist to speak with Kyle. Just his dad. I swallowed the nervous edge in my voice and tried to be composed in my speech.

"Hello, Principal Gregory," I bit my tongue, "This is Elizabeth Cullen. Is Kyle available?" I was so hoping he would just hand the phone to Kyle. He didn't. I was just not a lucky girl.

"Ah, Elizabeth, Kyle talks about you all the time." His voice sounded congenial. I would have heaved a sigh of relief, except then he'd hear that. "Unfortunately, Kyle's out shopping with his mother," My anticipation disappeared, and was replaced with disappointment. "Oh, I understand. I'll just call back later." I placed the phone down before he could respond.

I didn't know why but I felt like crying. I fell down onto my bed and buried my face, deep into the fluffiness of my cotton pillows. I must have fallen asleep crying because when I woke up, my eyes were swollen and I had a runny nose. I washed my face and tried to hide my puffy eyes beneath some foundation I'd swiped from my aunt Rosalie. I looked outside my windows and saw that it was already evening, the sky darkening with only a trace of light left, which would be gone in a few minutes or less.

Dinner would be ready soon. Of course, it was only for me. But my family still sat around the dining table just so I could talk with them. Sometimes I wished that I could just skip dinner without being worried and fussed about, especially in times like now. When you're the only one eating, it does make you somewhat the centre of attention. I checked my reflection before I went down. My eyes were still a bit puffy but not totally noticeable anymore. I could always explain that I'd slept too much in the afternoon.

I pulled my hair around my face to hide my depressed look and went downstairs. My dad and uncles were quarreling over who'd won the video game they'd just been playing. I picked up the cover of the game: Hidden&DangerousDeluxe. I laughed. I was the one who should be playing games like these. Not my over-a-hundred dad and uncles.

"It was me! There's no way you made it past the Zombie King!" I heard uncle Emmett shout.

"No, it was me! The Black Widow took you out 5 seconds before you got there!" Uncle Jasper yelled.

"You're both wrong! I won! I'm the only one who could beat the Evil Hamster!" My dad cut in.

Evil Hamster. That was hilarious! I couldn't keep myself from laughing and I broke out into a wide smile before I nearly doubled over from the insides-ripping-laughter. They stopped arguing and stared at me. I still didn't stop laughing.

Aunt Esme started laughing too, followed by aunt Alice and then, my mom. Aunt Rosalie giggled: "Gosh, you guys would never stop no matter what Esme would say, but Elizabeth starts laughing and you all shut up!" That made me laugh even more, my depressive mood lifted by now. "Whatever," My uncle Jasper muttered under his breath.

Eventually things calmed down and we all went to have dinner. Well, me only. Sometimes, I found it sad that we couldn't go out to eat dinner in a restaurant like other families, since the whole not-eating thing would look weird, being in a restaurant, after all. Dinner was my favorite. Fish fillet and sour cream. It sounds a bit strange but my aunt Esme was such a good cook that you'd love it. And for some reason, I'd always had a taste for sour food. Don't know why.

During dinner, my family kept up a string of conversations about what was on television tonight. That was the cover-up, of course. Underneath they were really talking about the werewolf scent they'd picked up in the area where'd they'd last gone hunting. Apparently it wasn't safe to go back there anymore. I didn't know how I heard them, since they were using vampire speed when they talked about that, but I did. It was unusual. It was though I'd grown more perceptive to hearing them when they talked now. Now that I was older. Maybe my mom had been right when she'd told me that. Which is uncannily creepy for me.

Dinner was over as soon as I was done eating. I already felt tired but I wasn't sleeping until I could talk with Kyle. I hugged everyone once and said 'Goodnight' before rushing madly upstairs. Behind me, I heard uncle Emmett say "That girl's hiding something." Oh, well. There was no way I'd tell them about him anytime soon. It wasn't something they needed to know. It was my problem.

I dialed Kyle's number quickly, praying he'd pick up. "Hello?" It was Kyle. My heart seemed to flutter at the sound of his voice. Lately, at school, I'd been really aloof and I hoped he hadn't thought I was avoiding him or something like that. "Kyle, it's Elizabeth." I picked my words carefully. "Are you busy? Can I talk with you, like right now?" I fingered the telephone cord, twisting and twirling it. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"Well, something weird happened last Saturday…in the school chat-room." I waited for him to reply.

"The school chat-room? What about it?" His jumbled language was so cute.

"There was this kid there with a username…which doesn't exist in the database." I shook a bit as I said that.

"Whoah, really? That's freaky impossible. No one can go in there without a registered username. My dad said so himself. Are you sure?" He was doubtful, of course.

"Yeah, I'm positive. Seraphina searched it herself." I felt sorry for Seraphina. This whole thing was not her fault. Yet, I knew she was blaming herself for it.

"That's weird. I'll ask my dad. What's the username?" He asked me.

"Greenboy1234." I replied, uneasily.

"Greenboy1234. Yep, got it…" He stopped talking for a second.

"Hey, did you know there's going to be a new kid in our class tomorrow?" What he said stopped me short.

"Seriously?" I asked him, not believing at first.

"Yeah, some guy transferring in from England." He told me, not seeing the big deal.

"Oh," New kid? From England? This would be interesting.

"Hey, Elizabeth. I gotta go now. See ya tomorrow." He hung up before I could say bye. I let out a sigh. Kyle was the one being distant now. I guess I deserved it, considering my behavior throughout the past week.

I showered and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was definitely going to be an eventful day. I didn't know how, but I could just feel it. I was such a freak sometimes.

The next day, I was happy. Seraphina was herself again, serious and moody, which would have alarmed adults but it made me happy since that was the way she always was. I couldn't take sitting next to her when she was sad. Even Kyle was paying more attention to me now. He said his dad had figured it was some sort of computer glitch and that it was just a one-off abnormality.

I hadn't mentioned to him that the computer glitch had talked to us like it was a human being and had basically harassed Seraphina. It was too exasperating to think about so I just threw the whole experience into the memory trash bin of my mind. It's too bad that particular trash bin can't be emptied.

We were all still chatting and chirping excitedly like little chatter-birds when the new kid entered our class. I shot a curious glance at him and was pleasantly surprised, or should I say shocked to death. He looked just like my family did. The eyes, the pale skin, the drop-dead beauty. Only thing was: He was the same age as us.