Hey yall. Its Danielle. I haven't like updated in forever, and I'm not going to give excuses as to why, because that's not how I was rasied. I was just slacking off and I was kinda like, I'm getting hits, but no ones saying anything about my story, and then I gots a review from anni93 who is the author of this great story about Edward being the first boy. Yeah, so without her this wouldn't be up, right now.

Hey, and you guys alls I ask is ONE review and I'll remember to update faster. Yupp. So here is Chapter 2 of Whats Wrong In Forks.

Amiee hurried out of the class and into her Lamborghini. As she sat in the cold Italian leather seats, she thought of her home, her cruel father, and her dead mother. She had been killed after Amelia had been born. It was a disgrace for Amelia to have been the first and last child of Maralyn Chutney. If Amelia's mother were to have given birth to a male, and then her, that woman might still be breathing and Amiee would be back in France. But that was never going to happen. This "foreign exchange program" was just to get her to leave and never come back. Amiee started the engine, the sound of it purring under her ringing in her ear, and she drove to the place she called home.

"Ladidadidaaaaaaaaa, is anyone home?" Amiee called out as she walked through the door. "And that would be a… Wait, here's someone, Hi Jake-e."

"Hey squirty how was school?",Jacob replied, always talking to her like she was a little kid, "Did you do anything cool today?" She walked back into the room as she had just run to but her bags down.

"Oui, Eh, non. Mais jeudi je vais nager avec Jessica et Lauren. (A/N: tell me if part of this is wrong, cause I'm just starting French, and like, we have our first oral test Friday, and I'm excited for it) Or as the Americans say: I'm going swimming with Jess and Lauren on Thursday." He looked puzzled, obviously not understanding the French, but after Amiee translated, Jake got a stern look on his face.

"Hell, no. I don't think that you should hang out with those girls. They're no good. I mean, yeah, sure Bella hangs with 'em but she's -" He was cut off.

"Jake, she's only a year older than me. And don't forget, I can handle myself pretty well. Remember why I'm here?" Remember…yes, of course. "Amiee," a tall women said ,"I have to send you away, you don't understand what he'll do to you if you stay." Her eyes looked tortured, but yet relieved. "The Vulturi, this 'family of vampire royalty', made an offer. You know the prophecy, The first of the 79th, the last of the 79th, will forever be the keeper of peace in a land of unrest, that's you. Now, these vampires are into power, and they hate us. They hate us like it's nobody's business. Émile made a deal with them. If he gives you to them, they'll leave all of us alone. But I can't let him do that. God knows what the leeches might do to you, they would use your potential for personal gain, and that can't happen."

"Yeah, um, sorry. I didn't mean anything. You seem a bit off today."

"Mhm, I talked to Cullen today, the one with Bella, yeah, I uh, well see Isa kinda talked to him and he was all 'Hey girl, how do you know I'm a vampire' and I was all 'Its like obvious' and then he picked up that I wasn't necessarily completely human, and, well I HAD to show him." Jacob looked like an idiot with his mouth hanging halfway to China.

"Oh." Was his response and then he added, "Hey, I'm going to the movies with the pack, you'll be cool by yourself for a while, right? I mean I'll be back later and Billy's just out fishing, so I mean it's not like he's far." She looked at him, laughed, and nodded. Then he was gone. (A/N: OH.MY.GOD! I got my iPod Video and my iHome back today I forgot them when I moved and the music's inspiring to flip up my intended plan…)

The house phone rang, "Nobody's home." She mumbled to herself. We'll never be the same, Never feel this way again, I'd give you anything but you want pain. A little water please, I taste you all over my teeth, Never again, Just tonight, ok. Chimed Amiee's cell phone, the only people who called her now a days were the occasional relative (once in a blue moon) and the pack. She never looked at the caller ID she always asked who it was at the beginning of a conversation.

"Hello, is this Amelia Devereaux?" A sweet melodic voice asked her. She paused for a second. Amiee didn't feel like answering, because not many people knew her number. "Anyway, if it is, I would like to meet you at the park in town," the voice said in a lower tone "Now." Amiee looked down at the phone in her hand, the call had been ended. Immediately she stood up, wrote a note and ran to her car.

Minutes later Amelia was standing in the middle of Meyer Park, waiting for the one who called her, of course, she knew who it was. That was obvious, "Amiee! Hey, sorry for the crazy call. I was afraid I called Jakes number, and yeah. Were just not on good terms right now." Amelia turned around and saw that she was talking to Bella, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing –vampire- Bella Swan.

"Haha, yeah, I get it. So what's up?"

"Edward was wondering something…And he was a little freaked out about whatever happened, so he asked me to ask you what he asked you during French that you refused to answer, but then he thinks that you did because you did something after class that made him think so." A mouthful of words, but all the same, she was on the right track.

"Well, Miss Bella, that's for me to know, and you to figure out." There was a long pause in Amiee's words. "Yeah, right, I'm kidding, what was he thinking I was?"

"Child of the Moon" was all she said.

"God, what's up with all you idiotic suckers and calling us Moon Children, or whatever? We have a normal name thank you very much. If this was all you were going to ask me, then I'm going home. Seth bought me Speed Racer last week, and I want to watch it." Amiee was steamy, vampire terms were always controversial…So were humans, but they were more livable than…Children of the Moon? Why did her words make her so mad? She had never fought that term before.

Bella looked terrified like Amiee was stronger than her or might try and hurt her, "Amiee, Sorry. I guess with everything that Edward told me and everything that Carlisle taught me about you guys, I would say, you're a Loup-Garoux(A/N: Loup-Garoux sounds like Lu Gairu kayy?). Maybe?" Amiee was silent, she just wanted to get home and talk to someone other than the people that she lived with. "I think I got my answer. Thank you, Amelia. I hope you don't hold this encounter against me or my family. I hope you have a good weekend."

"Whatever." Amiee huffed under her breath and stalked off.

Once she got home Amiee called number 3 on her speed dial, "Hello?" said a rough voice "Amiee? Whats up?"

A huge toothy smile came over her face, "Seth! Oh my God, I hate vampires." She could hear him suddenly stiffen at the mention of the words. "Seth, buddy, they were just wondering if I was a 'werewolf' no biggy. I talked to Bella too, don't worry I'm still in one piece." His breathing was labored, but it was coming down.

"Amiee I have to tell you something." There was a deep breath, and then nothing. On the screen it said: Sorry. Your call has been lost.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know when you really have a dropped call it doesn't tell you, but in my imaginary world it does. So, now you know some of Amiee's background. The only thing I don't like about this story is that since Amiees French, and I don't think that French peeps talk like southerners, I really have to work on not saying things like ain't, yall, and double negatives. I just realized that my Edward sounds like a pansy…Crap, I didn't mean to do that. Uh-oh, me shall correct that in the following chapters.

Can yall tell me what you think of this and stuff and give me feedback, cause I wanna be a good writer. Oh, and it's a cliffies, that makes people wanna know what's going to happen ! Yeah, but if yall want less of 'em, then you should uno REVIEW dos…nope just one. So, remember review, it doesn't take that long ! (:

Danielle

Ps-You really don't have to read my Author Notes, I know, they can get annoying.