ME(carrying around a copy of twilight whispering to myself): Twilight is mine…I own…not no one else's...

DR.CULLEN(shaking his head sadly): I'm sorry, your daughter has deluded herself into thinking she owns the Twilight saga.

RANDOM PARENTS(crying on each others shoulders): WHY?! We thought she knew it belongs to Stephenie Meyer!

DR.CULLEN: I'm sorry (walks away happy).

ME: mine…all mine…

I brought me pain in the first year or so when I thought of him. Then again, I would be lying now if I said it still didn't.

During the time that they were gone, I have changed. Not just on the outside, but the inside as well. All of the pain and anguish had practically reduced me to nothing. The only thing that pulled me out of its watery depths was my best friend, Ashley Renwood.

Ash was there those first few days (or weeks I should say) with me when I was a newborn. The only problem was, was that I had to keep myself locked up in a room; not because I was a blood-thirsty newborn- human blood still sickens me, hey, old habits die hard- but because I had trouble controlling my powers.

I am immune to every vampire's power; I'm as strong as Emmett, beautiful as Rosalie, an empath like Jasper, I have Carlisle's control, and can read minds like him.

I have other, cooler powers too. I can control plants and the weather, I have telekinesis, teleportation (although I like to call it jumping like in that movie Jumper), shape-shifting, and most importantlyI can fly (like Will Smith's Hancock)! Ash thinks the coolest thing I can do is persuade people to do what I want with my mind.

Of course with all of this power comes responsibility#. So, those weeks I spent locked in a room controlling all of my powers. When that was done I sat down with Ash to tell my story and asked her to stay. She said she would but also said:

"You do realize that you are all of the Cul- I mean them in one, right?" Ash raised her eyebrows in a concerned way.

"Yeah," I'd sighed and a strong gust of wind blew outside. "But what can I do?"

During the past 45 years, I've moved throughout the world, and gone to high school after collage with Ash. At night, Ash (who it turns out is 700 years old or something!) taught me Latin, French, Italian, German, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, and Spanish for when we lived in different countries. She also taught me karate, Jiu Jitsu, teakwondo, and Fencing. There was dance: ballet, hip-hop, jazz, and gymnastics. And sports: football, basketball, volleyball, tennis, baseball, and soccer. But most importantly, music: guitar, flute, alto saxophone, drums, violin, and harmonica. Ash also taught me different accents for Europe and Australia.

Now, though, it was very "cold" and snowing outside of where we live (guilty, sorry) in Snoreville (because it's to boring here), Alaska.

"Raven, get your booty in the bathroom and get ready for school. If we're late on our first day, your ass is grass!" Ashley yelled through her mind at me as she was coming out of her own shower.

"Yeah, sure; fine," I called back.

I had changed my name to Raven because of my long, raven-colored hair.

I ran quickly to the bathroom and got my traditional hot shower. Then, I zoomed out and started looking for something to wear.

"Here," Ash suddenly appeared with some clothes in her hand. "Wear this; it's your lucky outfit, AKA: the outfit you wear every first day of school."

I smiled and took the bundle from her hands. Ash is a psychic like Alice. She always joked about how glad she was that I didn't have that power too.

"Thanks Ash. Where would I be without you?"

"Heaven," she replied wryly and disappeared.

Ash had given me my indigo, skinny Element jeans, my black shirt that says "I'll try to be nicer if you try to be smarter" in black and red, and my black polyester silk Chuck Taylor's pics on my profile.

I put my clothes on and jumped to the living room three floors down where Ash was just closing her book.

"Who's driving?" Ash asked standing and stretching her fingers.

"I'll play you for it. Rock, paper, scissors." I offered.

A moment later I squealed in excitement; I had won! Now, we get to take my baby the first day! Yay!

"We're taking the Viper." I said before I teleported us to the house-sized garage full of cars, bikes, and other things.

We hopped in the car and we took off. We didn't get to far before Ash started singing.

"On the road again," Ash started singing the traditional car song.

I groaned. "You sing that every stinkin' time we go somewhere! Pick something else."

She thought for a moment and then studied my hair. "Ok, just follow my advice before I start singing: put some blue, blonde, purple, and red streaks in your hair."

"But why??" I whined.

"Because, it's the first day at a new school and it makes you look hot. And don't forget me too!" Ash added that as an after thought.

I sighed and obliged, but also imagined my black and white DC cap and Gucci glasses on so I can hid my eyes and voila! I'm a stylin' baby!

"I love you, you love me," Ash started.

I growled softly and it started to rain lightly. I pulled in the school's parking lot and cut my engine next to a sleek Porsche.

"Why oh why did I ever tell you about my Barney days?" I moaned as Ash and I walked to the front office, avoiding everybody's stares.

Yes, it's true: I, Raven Bee Renwood, used to be a child star. On Barney. Ok, you can stop laughing now (I swear the guy that week was chain-smoking on set!).

"It's my wonderful manipulation skills, mwuaahhhh!" Ash cackled evilly as we opened the office door and stepped inside.

"Hi, may I help you?" Mrs. Smith (so says her name tag) asked us.

"Good morning. We're new her and we came to get our schedules," Ashley told her. "I'm Ashley Renwood and this is Raven Renwood."

"Oh," her eyes lightened in understanding. "Hold on a sec then."

Is she nice? Ashley asked through her thoughts.

I opened up the connection between mine and Mrs. Smith's mind.

Hmm, they seem like very nice children. Maybe I could get them to volunteer in the office; I would appreciate the extra hands…

I closed the connection between our minds after that. Harmless.

She's pretty nice, but she does need some help around the office and can't get anyone else to do it, I sent my thoughts to Ash's mind. You wanna? Not like we have anything else to do.

Sure, she thought cheerfully. I love helping humans. They're funny.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Mrs. Smith, are there any jobs that could be done around here? You know, for volunteer hours?"

"Oh yes!" she was positively glowing as she handed us what we needed. "You could help out here in the office if you'd like."

"Perfect," Ash flashed her a big smile.

Mrs. Smith then gave us a map of the school and then shooed us off to our classes so that we won't be late.

"English for me," I said, walking towards classroom 226.

"German," Ash winced; she hates high school language classes.

"Wait!" I yelled after her before she could get far.

"Hmmm?" Ash asked, confused.

"For your eyes. I'll change 'em when we meet again," I tossed her a small box of contacts so that her eyes appeared brown.

I turned around and focused until I could feel a heart beating inside of me. Another one of my talents: I could appear human, for a while at least.

I took a beep breath, made sure my sunglasses covered my eyes, and walked in.