I started walking out into the lot to meet the red wrangler when I felt a twitch in the back of my head; followed by a feeling, telling me to look to my left, I did so and saw what I was being warned about:

…a football…being tossed between two sixth graders over a long distance…I could see it, one of them was going to take a running start, his pal throws the ball, it would spiraling over his outstretched hands, and it would be heading right towards Janet's head, directly in the line of fire.

Sighing with annoyance, I moved closer to the trio, pretending that I was just moving closer to the curb.

Just like I figured, a chance to regard me as something not worthy of standing near her Janet moved away from me. After looking at her with surprise, Sara also shifted, pulling on Marie's jacket so she reluctantly followed her friends.

That was good, least they wouldn't get hit with the ball that was coming, Janet I think it would be funny to see her get nailed if only to see if the amount of hair spray she uses can act as a helmet, but I'd feel bad if it happened to Marie or even Sara, when I could've prevented it.

Slipping my IPOD back into my pocket I turned and focused on the football coming through the air,

"Look out!" the kid who threw the ball yelled when he realized that his buddy was nowhere near the ball's intended target.

I was now standing exactly where Janet had been, so I reached up and snatched the ball from midair.

The kid who had missed the ball came running up to me

"Hey man sorry about that sweet catch though."

"No problem" I replied and tossed the ball back to him, just as Emmett pulled the jeep up against the curb.

Like I said, I can't read minds like Edward can, but I have my own little…er…gift I guess. I can see things right before they happen, when the events are already in motion and there's no stopping them.

My sister Alice, can see events nearly the same way I can…but like I said, I can't stop or even change mine; when I saw that football, the kid was already in the motions to throw it, just like his friend was already in the motion to miss it entirely.

With Alice, the events can be changed, because people can change their minds and therefore change the future. Her events are both soon to happen and further in the future to happen.

With me however…I can see the events that happen moments before they actually do by profiling the situation, mapping out exactly what will happen depending on each move made. If I have a feeling about something I tend to trust that feeling, that hunch, make an educated guess if you will, it all ties into my profiling, and it works on people as well as situations and environments.

I just need to look at a person for a moment or two and I can learn a crap load of information about them; personality, what kind of person they are, what they have done or will do, and what kind of reaction they would have to different situations, not by reading their minds like Edward, just by reading their body language, their behavior.

It's basic profiling. Humans as a species have been doing it for thousands upon thousands of years, most times they weren't even aware of it, even today most aren't aware that they are profiling their peers, it's just second nature, it's like breathing.

When I was human I was pretty good at predicting things, my real father hated to play chess against me because I was good at seeing his future moves, reading his body language always told me what kind of move he would make and I found out at an early age that if I applied to that everyday life I could see moves in real life and read people just as well. I was also good at seeing details, things that a lot of people tend to overlook or just simply not notice.

I was not psychic, just extremely observant and detail oriented which was amplified when I became a vampire, allowing me to become extremely hyper observant and actually extended to reading environments as well as living beings around me. Hence reading the environment around me and knowing that a football would be thrown and it would go over it's intended target.

Alice is the one whose visions are more reliable, even if the events may change. I'm just good at reading body language and my surroundings.

There's a portion of the FBI called BAU, what they do on a daily basis is virtually what I can do with my environment and those around me, I profile them, reading everything and formality a conclusion about it, all of this ties in together allowing me to predict to an extent future events.

Though Carlisle is extremely encouraging with my gift, I really don't see it as anything special, if everyone look just a little bit closer at their surroundings, they'd virtually see the same things I do, but he and Alice deny this is true.

Of course, knowing about something before it actually happens, does give one the advantage to change the end result when that one wants to, such as preventing someone from getting hit in the head with a speeding football.

But to be completely honest, The only reason I stopped Janet from getting hit in the head is because I've heard her whine before, she's got this ear piercing screech that goes right through me.

I was really not in a big hurry to hear it so soon after gym this morning when a kid in my class had the nerve to hit her with the kickball during an out of control, no one's safe, fend for yourself, pull out the white flag, this is war, deranged game of dodge ball.

Janet is by no means shy and quiet like Marie or even Sara, she lets you know exactly what is on her mind and what she thinks of someone and is not afraid to share, even if that sharing is screeching at someone for hitting her with a ball.

She has no problem hurting the feelings of another, she sees nothing wrong with it, if it keeps her popular and away from being scrutinized herself. Janet is probably the easiest person to read I have ever met, I can basically predict everything she will do and she has yet to disappoint me.

And what I've profiled I know what that reason she's so nasty is; it's because she doesn't want her peers to discover her own weaknesses.

Janet has a learning disability, her mind has problems processing numbers and even some words, it's like a mild form of dyslexia, only geared towards math, it's her own Achilles heel and she does everything in her power to keep the outside world from knowing her dark secret of imperfection.

The school doesn't even know how severe it is, because Janet has worked so hard to hide it and I'll admit she's done a decent job of doing so, problem is, the way she has kept it secret so well for so long is that she gets through by cheating and being smart about it.

Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, that might be why she doesn't like me, about two weeks into the new school year when we first moved back to Forks three years ago, our math teacher decided to give us a review test, just to see what everyone remembered from fifth grade and see exactly what I had been taught by my previous school in Alaska.

Janet's last name is Davis therefore she sat behind me in all of our classes. She tried to copy my answers and got pissed when I not only made it difficult for her to see my paper, but finished it pretty quickly so she didn't really get a chance to look over my shoulder anyways. Same thing happened the next week, when the teacher handed back our tests and I had a 100%.

Janet decided right away I was the perfect candidate to cheat off of and apparently took offense that I could finish the tests before our classmates so she never had the chance to copy my answers, which left two kids on either side of her who were lucky to pull out 70s. With her needing to maintain her perfect record, 70s would not do.

But she quickly learned that I would not give her the chance to cheat off of me and since I'm apparently the only one in the world who won't give in to her cheating it's a major reason to hate me.

She still tries to cheat off of me in the few classes we have together and I still don't give her the chance to even try.

Since I make her miserable by not allowing her to cheat, she tries to make my life miserable by talking about me, making fun of me, and just being generally nasty to me and it really bothers her that none of it bugs me.

I just turned seventy-nine last month and I'm a vampire, I really don't care about middle school popularity contests and immaturity.

In a couple years, maybe even less than that, my family will pack up and move from Forks and I'll be just a memory.

That thought vanished, as I could feel all the kids staring at the jeep and me as I reached for the door…most of them were used to me being picked up in the Volvo, which many called "a sweet ride", and most of them have seen the Mercedes Carlisle drives, and the Beemer Rosalie drives and some of the other cars we own, but I think this is the first time they've seen the jeep.

Emmett's jeep isn't as fancy as the Volvo, but what it lacks in style it makes up for in sheer power, no one messes with the Jeep Wrangler.

It's built for off-roadin' and could squish Edward's Volvo flat, not to mention…you need a stepladder to get into the thing or a running start… due to the enormous tires its really high off the ground, just adding to the muscle look of it, Emmett customized it himself and I helped him a bit.

My sister's car is my next project…add some torque to that BMW and we're talking some real power, but…yeah….I'm dreaming on that one…no one touches that car except Rosalie herself and I can only fix it with strict Rosalie supervision.

But, they were also probably staring at Emmett too, Emmett can be really intimidating, because he's really tall and has the body of a linebacker, so his reputation for being intimidating has drifted from the high school to the middle school, it's also part of the reason no one messes with me…or (Janet aside) says stuff directly to my face.

They all know that Emmett Cullen is my older brother, not that I'd go running to him anyways, I can take care of myself perfectly fine.

But, as Emmett has reminded me, there's nothing wrong with playing on preexisting fears and he uses it to his full advantage, especially when it comes to me, since my first time through school as a vampire began with nearly getting shoved into a locker by the schools resident bully, Emmett became very over protective.

It wasn't his fault, but he took full responsibility, basically Carlisle insisted that at least one of my siblings be with me at all times, not only was it my first time back in school in ten years, it was my first time through an American high school and first extremely close contact with humans since becoming a vampire, Carlisle was taking no chances. Emmett was walking out of our class with me when the teacher stopped him, before I had realized he wasn't behind me it was to late I was in the hall getting swept up in the migration. I was confronted by the bully who classically demanded my lunch money and when I refused to give into his taunts and threats he tried to shove me into a locker. It didn't end well, at least not for him. I was able to push him back, resulting in him nearly getting trampled and causing a domino effect in the hall way, from my stand point it was hilarious, from Emmett's perspective, not at first, later he and I joked about it, but his first thought was getting me out of that situation.

So since then Emmett has no problem with other students fearing him, he finds it amusing and continues to use that as a way to protect me and it works, kids in both schools are terrified of Emmett Cullen, even the elementary school kids talk about him in fear.

Though if they really knew Emmett, they'd realize he's not the one in my family to really fear, he's a complete goofball and is rarely serious.

It's Jasper they really should fear, but no one really does. Everyone feels bad for him, because he always looks like he's in pain.

What they don't realize is that he is in pain, he's in pain from the smell of their blood calling to him and him trying desperately to ignore the fire in his throat from it. But humans are idiots when it when it comes to sympathizing for others and usually ignore their very useful primeval instincts.

Emmett pushed the door open for me and I tossed my bag inside, I was about to climb in when I felt someone coming up behind me, without turning around I knew it was Marie.

"Chris," she said softly, "that was a great catch, you should try out for the football team next year at the high school; maybe we'd actually score some touchdowns and win some games. My dad's the head coach; I could put a good word in for you, I mean…I'm trying out too." She finished smiling gently, letting me know she was completely serious.

Emmett began snickering and tapping the steering wheel with his hands as he snickered, and after shooting him a poisonous glare I turned back to her,

"Yeah maybe" I replied sliding into the passenger seat "see ya." I managed to stutter, before shutting the door as Emmett sped off.

By the time Emmett was out of the lot and going north on Spartan Ave. he had hit 60. I sighed with relief and leaned into the seat and running my hands through my hair and watched the speedometer quickly slide past 65 and hit 90 within seconds of hitting Route 101, taking us quickly away from town.

"So…new girlfriend?" Emmett asked as serious as possible, but I could still see the grin plastered on his face.

"Shuddup," I shot back, putting my hands behind my head and leaning against the seat. "she thinks I'm cute!" I exclaimed after a few seconds of silence, watching the trees fly by in blurs.

"Right now that's probably the least of your problems," Emmett replied,

"Yeah that reminds me. You guys forgot about me didn't you?" for a few seconds Emmett didn't reply, the look on his face was as serious as I had ever really seen it, as I said Emmett does not do serious very often and it can be nerve-racking on the rare occasions when he does. "Something happened didn't it?" Emmett nodded "is that something going to constitute us moving?" I winced, waiting for the answer, but he shook his head and I couldn't help but sigh with relief. "So are we gonna play twenty questions or are you actually going to tell me what's going on?"

Now it was Emmett's turn to sigh as he pulled onto our driveway, hidden by ferns and nearly invisible.

"Edward's going to Alaska for a few days; he went to the hospital to tell Carlisle." Now my eyes went wide, Alaska…why was he randomly going to Alaska?

I rubbed my temple; Alaska has another family of Vampires that live like us Cullens, strictly animal blood, no human.

The Denali Clan is great and it's always great to see them they are more like our cousins than our friends.

We visit with them from time to time and they come to visit us, we're always welcome up there and vice versa.

I like going up to Alaska because it is beautiful up there and the game is apparently a lot smarter than Olympia Mountain range animals, making them more of a challenge to track and therefore more fun…at least for me.

But for Edward to be going up there by himself in the middle of a school week was random and odd and only pushed my curiosity that something had happened to him at school today.

"Is he ok?" I asked quietly, concern was taking over my curiosity. Emmett parked the jeep and sent a grin my way

"Don't worry about it kid, he'll be fine in a couple of days, just needed to get away, like a vacation." He paused and smacked the back of my head "if you want to know details ask Alice ok?"

"K" I replied and slid out of the jeep and gathered up my backpack from the floor. Emmett shut the driver side door and I did the same with the passenger side. We made our way towards the front of the house, bypassing the door in the garage that connects through the kitchen. Trudging through the snow that had gathered around the walkway, I glanced back at the garage, might be a good night to work on my ATV, of course after my homework, Esme would probably make sure of it 'fore I did anything fun or recreational, she's very scrupulous about keeping our lives somewhat normal and the former school teacher in her wants schoolwork taken care of first thing. "Hey Emmett?" he turned from the steps and looked down at me.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for coming to get me,"

Now he grinned

"Anytime, there was no way I could leave you behind to be mobbed by rabid junior high school girls it would be cruel and I don't think Esme and Carlisle would be happy with me. God knows how you would survive such a traumatic event. I think that little red haired girl was ready to grab you and throw you over her shoulder…" Reaching down I picked up a chunk of snow and ice and flung it at him, not expecting it, though he really should have, he growled at me and shook the snow from his hair. "You just wait kid, just wait." He paused "I thought British kids were supposed to be well mannered. Where'd they go wrong with you?"

I rolled my eyes and spread my arms out gesturing to myself

"Hello…for the last time, I'm Scottish for cryin' out loud! Completely different breed; we Scots are raised wild. Not to mention I've enough of you American's influence that all form of manners has died out." I exclaimed, laughing a little "just wait till the Denali girls get their claws into you for that. You can only avoid them for so long! I mean you've been avoiding them for what a decade, news flash Em, they've noticed."

Emmett chose not to answer that one, but I could hear him chuckling, as he headed inside and as I followed.

I felt a twinge of thirst from lack of blood, I wondered for a moment if I could convince him or Jasper to go hunting.

Normally I avoid my brother's type of hunt. My own methods are well, less thrilling, at least according to Jasper and Emmett.

Apparently there is no excitement in simply tracking an animal and convincing that all is good, right before you kill it. I hate the idea of being a predator, chasing down some poor deer or whatnot, fear being the last emotion it will ever experience, it's fear being the only thing I can sense.

But for the first time in a while, I kinda wanted to go hunting with my brothers, not tracking, real hunting, a chance to actually be a predator something that doesn't happen very often.

First though, I'd have to see what kind of mood the others were in. Emmett had been a bad mood last night 'cause he had gotten his butt kicked during a wrestling match with Jasper, which made me wonder as I entered the house if a rematch had been scheduled and if either one of them would be in the mood.

A/N: last one I promise unless its necessary, I need to know if these chapters are to short or to long. This fic takes up about 250 pages on my computer in a normal word document and the chapters themselves are long, making it difficult to split them so its shorter to read on here. so please let me know about the chapter lengths and also please let me know what you think about the fic itself, I am very curious to know everyone's take on it. Thank you, next chapter up after the first of the new year. Happy New Year everyone.