A/N: Okay thanks for everyone who has reviewed so far. Here is the second chapter of my story! Enjoy! Oh, and this is in Jace's POV of his first day at school.

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Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer nor do I own any of her characters. But I do own Jace and Violet!

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Chapter Two: My First Day At School Alone JPOV

Today was my first day at school alone. Of course I'd been to school before, several times in fact, but this was the first day I'd be going to school alone.-Absolutely alone. No mom or dad or any family members there to tell me what to do. Sure it had taken a LOT of begging and pleading on my part to get them to agree to this, but they finally agreed. Over the past years they'd come to find high school a bit boring so they were going to college this year. But I've always liked high school more because it was way easier so that's why I was going to high school and the rest of my family were going to college.

Just in case you're wondering who I've been talking about for the past paragraph is my family. You see my family and I aren't normal, were supernatural I guess you could call it. The majority of my family are vampires: my aunt Alice and Rosalie, my adopted great-grandparents Carlisle and Esme, and also my uncles Jasper and Emmett. My grandparents are both vampires-Bella and Edward. But vampires don't grow so you're probably wondering how my grandparents produced my mom. Well you see my grandmother was still human when she gave birth to my mother, Rensemee, so she is half-human half-vampire. And to top it all off my dad, Jacob, is a werewolf. So what am I? you're wondering. Well I guess I'm part human, vampire, and werewolf. An off mix assuming you knew that vampires and werewolves are natural enemies. So I'm kind of going through an identity crisis right now. But the cool thing about being what I am is that I'm one-of-a-kind, no other half-vampire half-human hybrid has ever mated with a werewolf. But the coolest thing about being what I am, a tribrid I guess you could call it, is that I can turn into a black mountain lion with green eyes. Of course I'm not as big as my dad when he transforms into a werewolf but I'm pretty close to his size. But the weird thing is I'm 30 years old but only look eighteen. Yay for the effects of being almost a complete immortal. The only bad thing about living forever is that everyone around me has a mate, but I don't and I'm getting kind of sick of it. Maybe my luck will change though, maybe in this small town I'll find my soul mate. What the hell, I have the rest of forever to worry about that matter so on with another.

Alice had woken me up SUPER early to make sure I was ready for school and looked presentable. She didn't really like my emo-looking style but she was gonna have to deal with it because there was no absolute way in hell I'd wear the preppy crap she wanted me to wear. So over the years she'd come to be tolerable with my clothes but always made sure they were presentably stylish. As I grouchily got up out from under my nice comfy comforter I decided one day I'd shoot the immortal pixie in the head so she wouldn't bother me anymore. Of course she wouldn't get hurt but it would still make me laugh. I just really hated getting up early. I guess I inherited that trait from my dad, he LOVED to sleep and man am I not kidding.

As soon as I had gotten up and Alice knew I was awake she told me my clothes were in my bathroom and after giving me one of her blindingly-bright super-pixie smiles skipped downstairs. I groaned when I realized just how early she had woken me up-6:00 AM. Just terrific I thought to myself, just terrific. I slowly made my way to my huge bathroom, wincing when my feet hit the cool marble floor. I was definitely going to be getting heated flooring in the near future. Of course the floor probably wouldn't have been cold to a human, but I'd always been hotter than humans (in both ways I might add). Seeming though both my mom and dad averaged a temperature of 105 degrees Fahrenheit I was bound to be the same damn internal temperature.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, my hair was messed up big time and my eye liner was smeared. I was a wreck. The shower knobs turned easily in my hands as I turned them to the waters hottest setting and stepped in. The water I knew would probably scar a normal human but to hell with normal for me, it was barely even hot enough to make me relax. I washed myself and quickly got out of the shower, running the towel through my hair to help reduce its wetness. I looked down at my scarred wrists and frowned. I hated that I felt the need to cut myself, especially when the life I lived was as good as it was. Some people would call me spoiled and I could believe them. But even with the massive amounts of good things in my life I still felt something was missing. And so in cutting myself the void was filled. Of course when my family found out that I cut myself they went ballistic, but after they discovered I couldn't possibly kill myself by doing that (thank you dad for my super-fast healing power) decided to let me deal with it myself. But of course they considered sending me to a therapist quite a lot but they never actually did. Sure they threatened but I could get out of just about anything. I knew that it hurt my family to know I was unhappy but time and time again after assuring them there was nothing they could do about it they didn't show the pain as much.

I put my clothes on and sighed in relief, Alice picked me out something sensible to wear. A black t-shirt, black skinny jeans and my favorite black Converses. I then fixed my hair like I did every day, parted to the side and flat-ironed. Next came my eye liner, and as I put it on I thought about the many things Emmett had called me over the years for wearing it.-Sissy, gay, pussy, etc. but I really didn't care anymore because I knew very good and well I wasn't gay I just liked to express myself by putting it on. To hell with Emmett, he was more girly than me. Well that wasn't necessarily true but it made me feel better. Last of all I put in my lip and earrings, I thought they were awesome. Once again they were part of how I expressed myself, and of course Emmett had something to say about it. Come to think of it Emmett had something to think of everything and anything.

Once I was ready I walked downstairs at human speed. No need in suffering earlier than I could prevent. Everyone was in the living room hanging around except my mom, dad, and Esme who were in the kitchen. Esme of course was cooking and my mom and dad were eating. After all these years and Esme still insisted on cooking for us, us that is being the only people in the house who ate food. Quickly and silently I sat down beside my mom just as Esme sat a steaming bacon omelet in front of me accompanied by a tall glass of orange juice. "Hey, baby," my mom exclaimed when she saw me and immediately reached over to hug me. "Hello, mother," I stated back not any where near as enthusiastic as she had been in her greeting. "Ready for your first day at school all by yourself?" she asked, taking a bite of the fried mushrooms in front of her. Mushrooms were the only human food she liked, but I didn't so thankfully that characteristic was left out of my gene pool. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, eating some of my food with a frown. "What's wrong, Jacie?" Rosalie asked patiently from across the room on the couch with Emmett, the douche. "He's emo, Rosie. So everything's wrong with him," Emmett replied giving me a smirk, resulting in Rosalie giving him a solid thwack on the head. "Nothing, Rose. Alice just woke me up super-fucking early is all," I stated back. "Language, young man, language," growled my dad, glaring at me and thus making me sort of scared. He could be extremely so when he got angry. I quickly mumbled under my breath, "Sorry." I knew that he had heard it because of his supernatural hearing, thank goodness.

The rest of breakfast I spent eating in silence, the rest of my jubilant family discussed their oh-so-wonderful lives with each other. Finally I had enough of it and got up to leave. "Wait, Jace," my mom called pleadingly. She hopped up with her amazing grace and speed and hugged me tightly. "My baby is growing up so fast," she wailed into my shirt, squeezing me even tighter. "Mom, we already discussed this. I'm thirty years old. Its time for baby-Jacie to grow up," I stated matter-of-factly. "Ok, ok, you're right," she said and unwound her embrace, "but remember Mommy can come and pick you up if you get scared and the house is only a few minutes run away." "Okay, mom. I understand. I just have to get to school. I'll behave I promise." That seemed to satisfy her and she let me go. Esme, Rosalie, Alice, and Bella also gave me goodbye hugs and kisses before I walked out of the door. Carlisle, Jasper, Dad, Emmett, and Edward all being too manly to give me a hug all just told me goodbye and to be safe. Just as I expected Emmett called out a smartass comment right before I stepped out of the house, "Oh, Emo-Boy, cheer up! Its not so bad." I glanced back and mumbled back, "Whatever, jackass." I knew my dad would have something to say about that when I got home but I didn't care, I just wanted to get to school. I had a really good feeling that this year in school would be exciting and secretly I was ecstatic. Ha, imagine that. Me, ecstatic. I ran over to my prized Corvette Stingray and climbed in. The soft leather felt good underneath me as the car purred to life. Thankfully just like all the other members of my family I loved fast cars, but my car was my absolute favorite.

I sped through the roads to school, quickly an old black Camaro. Soon I made it to school and parked in an available parking spot. Aimlessly I walked to the front desk, got my information I needed and walked down the hall to my locker. Apparently I mustn't have been paying attention to where I was going because I bumped into someone. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I admitted, immediately being taken aback by how beautiful she was. "I'm Jace by the way, Jace Black," I stated again staring into her beautiful purple eyes. "I'm Violet Thompson," she replied, blushing slightly. I smiled when I saw her blush and when she smiled back I was star-struck. Holy-shit! I thought. I just imprinted or found my soul mate or whatever the hell I'm supposed to do. I could definitely tell this would be a great year at school.

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A/N: Okay, love it, hate it, what? I need reviews people! PLZ!!! Just in case you didn't realized it but this chapter was in Jace's POV. So far this is the longest chapter I've done. Tell me if I'm just rambling on and on during the story plz so I can correct it! Thanks bunches!