Ok, wow its been a while since i've been on. I was sick today so i disided i'd go through my old fanfiction stories. I found this one and put it on for ya!!! One of my old ideas from when i was writing Bella Jonson. I might not continue it but plz review and tell me what you think!!! Love ya all, Erica

Ms. Swan

Chapter 1

BPOV

It was the beginning of a new school year and all of the teenagers started crowding the classroom picking their seats. I picked up my attendance sheet, and then looked over the classroom of young humans. Some were talking, some were reading, but most were just staring at me. Of course that was a normal human reaction. I enjoyed teaching very much. It was the only thing that kept me sane. I had just moved back to forks, a decision that a regretted ever since I set foot in this horrible town. But for some reason, I couldn't get myself to leave. My feelings were bitter sweet. Too many painful memories lived here, memories I had forced myself to forget. My human years were more like a dream than anything. And that's the way they would always be no matter how much I wished for the opposite. I shook my head to clear my thoughts then I started my "new teacher speech" as I called it.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ms. Swan and I will be your homeroom and biology teacher this year. I'm new to Forks, so I don't really know anyone that well. Please excuse me if I mispronounce your name." I had to go through this stupid speech every time I started at a new school. It made me seem like any other normal teacher. I then started reading off names. "Jimmy Clover?"

"Here." A boy with light brown hair and big blue eyes said. I nodded and continued.

"Tess Jonson?"

"Here." Replied a blonde skinny girl sitting in the front of the room.

"Robby Tripple?"

"Here." Said a boy with dark brown hair. He winked at me when I looked up. Disgusting I thought, what have guys these days come to? I just ignored him and continued with my list. When I was finished, I let them socialize until homeroom was over.

"Have a great day!" I called as they walked out the door. Robby turned around and grinned at me. I grimaced at him and turned away. I returned to my desk and looked through my class sheets. To my surprise I found the last name Newton on my 3rd period class list. Sam Newton. I laughed to myself. This must be Mike's great grandson or something. Before I could look for anymore last names, more kids started coming in. I stood up and went through my whole speech again. And once again the students were staring at me. I wanted so badly to know what they were thinking, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. When I listened to people's thoughts it reminded me to much of a certain someone……

I had multiple powers. I could shape shift. I could go to being an exact look alike of Brittany Spears to Opra Winfrey. The only limets were that I could only shape shift to look like girls and I had to know the person to be able to do it. I needed to be able to picture what I wanted to look like in my head. Another one of my powers was being able to move things. I could send a chair flying across a room just by using my mind. It was very useful some times. And of course my last power was mind reading. I don't know why I have so many powers, but I do have a theory on why I got the last one. I think I got mind reading because of how close I was to………. I couldn't even think his name. It hurt too much. When I realized what my thoughts were coming to I quickly shoved them out of my head and focused on teaching.

In 3rd period I got to see Mr. Newton. As soon as he walked into the class room I knew who he was. He looked EXACTLY like Mike. It was pretty scary. As soon as he caught sight of me his eyes grew big and his mouth dropped slightly. I didn't think much of it until halfway through class. Sam came up to my desk with his biology book and asked me if he could speak with me outside. I gave him a puzzled look but got up and walked to the door. It was drizzling outside, nothing new or Forks. A gust of wind blew my hair around my face. It was comforting to know that some things never change, no matter how many years go by. Sam then came out and looked down at me, an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Yes Sam how can I help you?" I asked.

He looked me right in the eyes and said "Listen." I was very silent and I listened. I heard the chirps of tiny birds in the forest and the quite pitter-patter of the light rain hitting the trees. I heard the wind blowing, the sound of a mouse tunneling underground, ants crawling over a leaf, and the whispers of students. I heard our quiet breathing. I gave Sam a questioning look. He put his hand over his heart. It took me a moment to get what he was trying to tell me. As my mouth dropped open in disbelief, a grin came over his face. I looked at him then back to his hand. The place where his heartbeat should be. But it wasn't!! The person standing in front of me wasn't Mike Newton's great grandson! The person standing in front of me was Mike Newton himself!!!!