A/N: Sorry about the long time no update thing. Anyhewsies, Allie is Edward and Bella's daughter. She called her sister a werewolf as a derogatory name, not because she was one. Sarah is Jessica and Mike's daughter, and I haven't completely made up my mind about Joseph. Becca is just a charactor I felt like adding simply because my sister's name is Becca and I thought Allie would feel akward being with a couple alone. So, moving on . . .

"I always told her she drove too fast!"

Not the best way to wake up, but whatever.

I recognized the wail immediately. Mrs. Newton, Sarah's mom. She seemed pretty upset.

I managed to open my eyes and mutter, "Ow," because even that hurt.

My mother was sitting in a chair too close to my bed. "Edward!" she yelled. "Edward! She's awake!"

My father hurried in, with the wailing Mrs. Newton right behind him. His brow was furrowed in concentratioin, but I knew he was just trying to figure out how to get rid of her.

"Good morning, Alice," he said cheerfully. Ever notice my dad always calls me Alice? It always bugs me; why do I have to have such an old fashioned name?!

"Ow," I responded. This seemed to be my word of the day.

"Well, ow to you too, my dear." He slipped the earpieces of his stethoscope into his ears and leaned in to listen.

I glanced over at my mother, who seemed extremely tense as she waited for my dad to say something.

"Good," was the only answer she got before he started looking around in my eyes and ears.

Mrs. Newton was not happy with that. "Good?! Good?! Why is it that the doctor's daughter is good and my baby is--?"

"Jessica," my father snapped, turning to look at her while still keeping a cool hand on my blazing forehead. "Jessica, go wait in the hall. Just sit down and see if a nurse wil get you some coffee and read Reader's Digest or something. I honestly don't care how you spend your time. Just get out. This is a private room and the interaction between a doctor and a patient is confidential. Out now! Ugly brat." He glared at her, his topaz eyes dancing with annoyance.

Mrs. Newton was speechless. She gaped for a moment, and I could understand why. My father was a very respected member of society in our little town. He was always gentle-mannered and patient, with his special sense of humor. "Bella?" she said finally, turning to my mother. "Are you going to let him say something like that to me? After all I did for you when you were the new girl?"

My mother was out of her seat now, pacing nervously. "Listen, Jess, I really need you to wait outside please. This is my daughter. Sarah had her turn, now let Allie have hers."

Mrs. Newton sighed and stomped from the room.

"She's so melodramatic," I commented.

The tenseness eased on my mother's face as she laughed.

After more examining and some x-rays Dad informed me that I was very lucky. A few broken bones, nothing that wouldn't heal by summer break. I couldn't help but ask if I'd have scars, and to my delight he said no.

"Hey, Dad?" I asked, as he gently placed me back on the lumpy hospital bed. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" he said, pulling the covers up just under my chin the way I liked.

"Friday night."

"Oh. Um, well, you know how erratic of a driver Sarah is?" I nodded. "Well, she slipped into the other lane and then she tried to turn to avoid the oncoming truck. The car slid on the wet pavement and you were hit head on. The ambulance was there within minutes, and they managed to get all of you out and away before the car exploded. That poor truck driver was so ashamed of himself. Anyway, it was my night to work the late shift, and they said there was a car accident and the kids had all been hit by a semi. I thought, 'Surely they're dead!' I felt so sorry for their parents. And then they said, 'Dr. Cullen, you may want to handle this patient yourself.' And I remember thinking, 'I wonder why.' So I took the gerny they handed me, and I looked down, and--" he stopped for a moment and sat as still as stone. I think he shuddered before he went on. "I was frantic. Lucky for you, it wasn't that bad, or I might have passed out. No one died, lucky for me. But Mrs. Newton is furious because Sarah's knees may never recover."

"Oh," I said. "So that's what that's about."

"Yeah, I guess," he laughed. Then he stood and said, "Well, Alice, I have to go check on your friend Joseph. Every parent in this accident seems to want me as their doctor. Bye, sweetheart."

"Bye," I mumbled. It was amazing how tired one gets after a serious car accident. My head seemed to slip, and before I knew it I was asleep.

They let me go to school on Monday. It was really an act of God that I got to go. But bright and early that morning my alarm clock began buzzing.

My mother had to help me change and shower, which was not cool. But at least she was nice about it, telling me all these stories about how her best friend and Dad's adopted sister had to take care of her after her accident when she was seventeen. What really happened was very complicated, but what she'd settled for telling people was that she'd fallen down some stairs and through a window.So, her best friend is who I'm named after. Alice.

Anyway, I had to actually ride to school with my mother (Oh. My. Gosh.) But, teachers do get good parking, if no other benifits. She helped me to my fist period class, which was biology.

I hobbled in, still not used to my crutches, and sank into my chair in the front row. As I was opening my binder to take out my homework, my teacher came up.

"Hi there, Allie," Mr. Hume said cheerfully. "So sorry about that aweful accident."

"Oh, yeah." I lifted my leg to show some of the damage. "But it isn't bad at all. That's what my dad says, at least. Lucky no one died."

"Indeed it was. Hey, listen, is it okay if the new boy sits by you?" he asked.

Nice to see his concern for me. "Um, sure, I guess."

"Excellent."

Everyone was filing in and stopping to see me. "You look good Allie," and "Glad they let you come," 's were echoing all around. I would say, "Yeah, I guess I was lucky," while I checked over my homework, as I always did before class.

Class began, as usual, at eight o'clock. We all stood and mumbled the Pledge, then sank back into the plastic chairs. Some kids began to talk again, but the whole room silenced when the door opened and in walked one of the most beautiful people anyone had ever seen.

Thick black hair that was wavy at the top of his head and curled slowly until it reached his perfect ears. His skin had a very pale hue, and his eyes were a stunning topaz. He was tall and lean, but not like the super-athletic-high-school-basketball-star way. He had muscles to define his body without sending an image of the Hulk in a button down shirt.

I guess most people would be shocked, but I was used to it. I knew instantly what he was.