Yeah, I'm glad everyone likes the Chapter, and I know I'm still kind of late with the chapter posting, but I'm juggling babysitting, friends, summer school, trips-out of state trips, mind you-and family problems.
I just got back from Texas…. I LOVE YOU TEXAS!
Of course that's no excuse, but still, anyway I read Breaking Dawn…. And in Edward's words '…It will be like it never existed…' aka the book, yeah I wasn't a HUGE fan don't get me wrong I like it and may reference it in my story later on but I don't know the whole Bella thing and Stuff with Jacob was just alien to the facts and rules of vampires that I've stuck by since… I don't know how long ago.
But anyway on with the story.
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Unknown Pov
The monotonous tapping of her fingers as she tapped away at the plastic screen as she texted at an inhuman rate filled the car.
She'd been doing this since she dropped the new girl off at her first class and I was going to have to say it was getting pretty annoying.
"Who are you texting?" I asked even though I already knew the answer.
"Your sister, things at… 'work' are pretty hectic she says, and that she just got shipped out with a few of her 'co-workers' on an assignment and she'll be arriving tomorrow," Beria replied, her fingers never missing a beat.
I groaned, trying to hide my satisfaction at this little tidbit of information.
I turned into the gravel driveway, the gravel crunching under the car's weight noisily.
When the car was in full stop, Beria jumped out, still with her phone.
"Time to cut your hair, Daddy-kins," she called in a singsong voice, pocketing her phone.
I could hear Dante drop his paper and attempt to escape out the back door, knowing it was futile with Beria's skill in tracking and her power; he was doomed.
And even knowing what sad fate awaited him, and what awaited me when he paid me back for my wife's eccentric personality, I couldn't help the laughs that seemed to bubble from my throat.
They only got louder as I heard my name and a few colorful words leave his mouth when Beria pulled him back into the house by his ear.
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Christy's Pov
I huffed pulling the hood of my cloak lower over my face, and burying my face in between my knees.
Jackie leaned on me, her head on my shoulder.
Lizzy drove one handed, the other holding a small blackberry looking phone, her thumb moving over the keys expertly as she texted away.
I sighed dramatically.
Lizzy cursed softly, and dropped the phone in the empty passenger seat.
"I said I was sorry, didn't I?"
"I know, I know, but I wish you'd just killed it like you were supposed to instead of locking it in a men's restroom! So we could get back faster and try to undo the crap with the Cullen's and Isby," I whined. I knew I sounded a little bitchy and childish, but, seriously, how hard is it to kill a newborn?
"Not that hard since you've been doing it for 60 freakin' years!?" I cried aloud, answering my thoughts.
Jackie jumped in surprise, about a good foot in the air, and her head slammed into the roof, creating a large dent.
"Ow!" she cried indignantly.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I apologized.
"S'okay," she replied with a roll of her eyes, returning to lean against me.
"Tasha's in South America… Isn't she?" Jackie asked softly, after a long period of silence.
"Yep," was my short reply.
"And Isby is…?"
"No one knows, Aro still has his granny panties in a bunch over the whole birthday thing, and has been sending us on lame assignments all over the place. I don't even remember where we are," Lizzy cried sourly.
"Canada," I replied curtly, pointing at a weather worn sign that read: 'Greenwood ten miles,' and had the Canadian flag under it.
Lizzy sighed, mumbling a few choice words under her breath and glaring bitterly at the sign.
"Actually I kinda wish JerJer was here..." Jackie laughed lightly, attempting to lighten our moods.
"Why's that?" I asked, my voice tired.
"'Cause he has grenades in his trunk."
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Next Day
Isabella's Pov
My integration into the school had gone smoothly; I'd even met my target in the first few minutes of my first day.
She didn't recognize me as a vampire because on my way out of the Volturi headquarters I snagged a girl named Alisha's power; the power to hide my vampiric-ness (I guess you could call it), the eyes, the shimmery skin, the scent, etc. etc.
But I could only keep up this charade for a few more days, three if I was lucky.
So I was either going have to snag my target soon, before this power faded.
Or reveal to her that I am a vampire.
Both were risky, but to get the job done and Aro out of my hair on the whole birthday fiasco, I'd have to take the risk.
On the first day I was ready for anything. Aro had been vague about the girl, so I wasn't too surprised about her mate, who I didn't have a chance to see, and another male vampire who wasn't there at all.
I groaned and parked my 2005 Ford Mustang V6, an older car, still in great condition, of course, that wouldn't draw attention to myself.
But obviously I pissed someone off up in that great big blue sky-which was oddly very cloud today-because, sure, people didn't notice my car, but they noticed me. It was Forks High all over again, this time with twice as many hormonal teens… and acne, lots of acne.
I smoothly slid out of my car, locking it quickly and hiding my face behind my hair, in an attempt to make it to my first period without getting noticed.
"Hey Bella!" a rough male voice called. Well, so much for that idea.
Lucas, a senor with a thin lanky body, dark green eyes, and a blond buzz cut lounged with a few other students, one in general being Beria.
I could feel the smile grow on my lips.
"Oh, hi," I called, attempting to walk at a normal shy human pace toward them.
"Bella, I wanted to introduce you to Kari, Chris, and Beria," Lucas said, pointing each out.
Kari was a thin, muscular girl, tall with smooth, tan skin, bright blue eyes, and auburn hair.
"Hi," she said, giving me a small wave.
Chris was about an inch shorter than Lucas with dark, olive colored skin and jet black hair and eyes.
"Sup'," he said, flashing white teeth.
"We've already met," Beria said with a small smile.
"Ah," was all Lucas said.
"Do you want to sit with us Bella?" Kari asked, motioning to an empty seat next to Beria.
I could feel the smile get larger.
"Sure, I don't see why not," I replied brightly, sitting next to her.
I slid onto the stone bench next to Beria.
"So, Bella, where do you come from?" Beria inquired politely.
"Oh, um, Washington," I replied.
Kari's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward and opened her mouth, but then my phone beeped loudly.
"Oh, sorry," I apologized, pulling out the phone. '1 new message' flashed across the screen.
Curious, I opened it. 'Don't be mad' was all it said, the name and number were both unknown and private.
My brow scrunched in concentration, 'Why would I be mad?'
Loud footsteps brought my eyes away from the small screen.
A short girl with her white blond hair in pigtails, and her brown eyes hidden behind square rimmed glasses, approached.
She stopped, and leaned against the table panting.
"Hey, guys," she managed.
"Whoa, breathe Lindsey!" Lucas said, patting her back softly.
Lindsay straightened out and smiled, "I just came from the office," she said smugly.
"And we care because, why?" Chris asked, one of his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Cause I just found out we have five new students," she replied sweetly, sticking out her tongue at Chris.
I could feel my limbs stiffen, and my breathing stop. 'No… but how?'
And just like someone wanted to prove that somewhere up there someone wasn't very happy with me, all five Cullen children stepped out of the office carrying yellow slips and white schedules.
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