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ME: I don't own Twilight… or do I?? (waggles eyebrows)

I swear, when I walked into the classroom, every kids eyes turned and looked at me. If I had still been human, I would have blushed and hid my face under my hair. Now, I held my head up high and walked gracefully to the teacher's desk.

"C-c-an I h-help you?" The teacher was nervous. How funny.

I held out the slip off paper Mrs. Smith had given me. "Yes, I'm Raven Renwood; I'm new here."

Whispers started throughout the room. I was one of the new kids they had heard about. I chuckled. Ash and I would be a curiosity for the next couple of weeks.

The teacher glared at the students and signed my sheet. He appeared less nervous now. "You can have a seat next to Ms. McCartney there."

I looked over to where he was pointing and saw a girl with to much make-up on waving me over.

I turned back to the teacher, hoping that I could prolong this moment before I had to go sit down next to clown-face.

"Excuse me, could you tell me why I only have four classes?" Not that I don't already know.

He looked surprised to say the least. "Yes, we have a system here that is called blocked scheduling. So you have each class for an hour and a half."

Shoot, that was a shorter explanation then I had hoped for. I flashed him a polite smile and went to go sit down.

"Hi," she said when my butt had barley touched the chair. "I'm Aimee. I'm so glad that you get to sit next to me. We're going to be great friends!"

While she was talking, I had opened up my mind and started figuring out what was behind the painted-on mask Aimee was wearing.

If I can get her to sit with my crew at lunch, people will think I'm more popular and brave for being the first one to talk to her!

I rolled my eyes. Of course, I thought as the teacher droned on about the wonders of classical books. It's always the same no matter where I go. Shallow people want to use me and Ashley to gain popularity. Nice to see times haven't changed.

And it was true. Kids were passing notes and sneaking glances every chance they got. Not that they really needed to; I could easily hear their thoughts.

Wow, she's hot. I bet I can get her in bed in less than two weeks.

She's really pretty. The different colors in her hair make her look even better.

I wonder if she boards…she might with that hat.

Who does she think she is coming in here and stealing MY limelight?!

I felt my irritation boiling beneath the surface at the first and last thoughts. Did he really think I was easy?! As for Ms. Snooty pants over there, she can get a grip. In five years she'll be smoking on the side of the street eating a stale donught, dressed like a hooker trying to earn some money.

The bell rang then and I jumped out of my seat to meet Ashley at our next class, History.

I got my history teacher to sign my form and sat down in the back of the classroom. A couple of seconds later, Ash walked in, got her slip signed, and sat down next to me.

"Have I ever told you how much I like college better?" She complained as more students filed in the door whispering and stealing glances at us.

I chuckled. "Actually, I find high school quite refreshing. Besides, when you go to college, you have to decide what major you want, and you've done all of them."

"Several times." Ashley mock sighed. "That's what I get for being 718 years old."

We were both laughing when a shy looking girl walked up to us. She had brown hair, brown eyes, and hid her face behind wide glasses.

"Hi," she said quietly. "I'm Jocelyn."

Ash smiled at her and I probed through her mind.

Okay, breathe in and out. Relax, I'm sure they won't be cruel and laugh in my face like Aimee does.

"Hey yourself. I'm Ashley and this is Raven." Ash introduced us.

"Please, sit down." I gestured to the desk next to me.

She sat down.

Go easy on her, I thought to Ash as Jocelyn took out her History book. She probably just wants to ask us to sit with her at lunch.

Ash looked up slightly, signaling to me that told me she had heard.

"So umm," Jocelyn started off nervously. "I was wondering if, during lunch, you would like to sit with me."

I looked over at Ash who shrugged in a Why not? kind of way.

"Sure," I threw her a warm smile and the snow let up outside. "We'd love to."

Jocelyn smiled and started talking to us, more relaxed now. Of course, we had to stop talking for a couple minutes before the teacher assigned us a group project.

Jocelyn, Ash, and I started working and talking. I turns out Joc (she said that Jocelyn was always a mouthful) liked a lot of things Ash and I did.

Once during the conversation, I had let my guard down a thought seeped into my head: …I wonder if they're related to them. They kinda look alike.

My head whipped around and looked for the source of the thought. A geeky boy with short blond hair was looking at us. When he saw my glare, he blushed and looked away.

I turned back around, grateful that Joc and Ash hadn't noticed my little out burst.

The bell finally rang and it was lunch time.

"I recommend the salad; it's the only non-repulsive thing they serve here," Joc told us as we walked into the cafeteria.

We got our lunches and Ash lead us over to a table in the far corner of the room and sat down.

Something was up. I could tell by looking at Ash's face. I tried looking into her mind to see what she saw, but she blocked me out.

"Guys," Joc was suddenly nervous again. "I don't-"

Ash cut her off. "It's okay, just sit down."

Joc and I sat down hesitantly.

We were all facing the caf doors because Ash "wanted us to see something". Whatever it is must be good, cuz Ashley is bouncing in her seat like a genuine 18 year old. Or a toddler at a birthday party surrounded by gifts.

The cafeteria doors burst open simultaneously and I gasped.

Oh shit.

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