DISCLAIMER: Yes, I'm Stephanie Meyer. Yes, I own Twilight. And yes, I have a pet hippopotamus in my bath tub named Gertrude. Until one of these statements become true (I'm really hoping for the hippo) all rights go to Stephanie, EXCEPT my beloved characters and plot.

A/N: Sorry these have been unbearably short, but I split the first chapter into 2 short chapters.

Walking towards the high school, I immediately know I'll have some trouble fitting in. Polo's and prep brand logos litter the parking lot as I march through the doors, all eyes on me. I hold my head high, through the sea of whispers and glares, greetings and smiles, and stomp my way into the main office.

The old woman, large and wrinkled, working the front desk glances at my apparel only a moment before a scowl graces her features-- i could practically hear the snide remark running through her mind. She wipes all negativity from her face in time for a fake smile to arrive. "You must be Camille Brown. Welcome to Forks. I understand your emancipated from your family in terms of living conditions?" she asks, looking down at a form in her lap.

"That would be correct," I answer with a sweet smile. I don't need the entire staff against me on my first day.

"Where is it that your currently residing?" she asks.

I continue on to tell her my address and the condo development I'm staying in.

"Well, sweetie, here's your class schedule, a map of the school, and a slip I need you to get all of your teachers signatures on and at the end of the day, please return it here."

"Thank you," I say and slip out of the small uncomfortable office, and into the crowded, noisy hallway. Making the way to my locker, I notice four specific cliques.

Jocks: they think they're all that because they're undefeated in this little town in the middle of nowhere. Cheerleaders: they may not all be on the squad, but their short skirts, nasally voices, and push-up bras could've fooled me. Together these cliques rule the school. Then there's the Followers: they want to be with the populars, and follow them around like lost puppies. The Populars' word is law. Then there is the Outsiders: they aren't all alike, hell, they're very diverse. The thing they have in common is they get made fun of for not kissing the ground the Populars walk on.

Just another high school, nothing special here. Guys' eyes wander to my legs and chest, girls' eyes glare at the bitch taking the attention of her boyfriend. And I just wander down the hallways, trying to find my locker as person after person judges me without me even speaking a word.

Finally, locker number 418. I unzip my messenger bag and start to unload my books into my locker. Hot breath trickles down my neck, sending a shiver down my spine, and locking my muscles in place.

"Hey sexy. Why don't we go out to dinner tonight, and afterwards you can give me some desert?"

Nice pick-up line, jackass.

I spin around to meet brown eyes, sandy blonde hair, and a football jersey wrapped around a muscled frame. And that smirk. A smirk that says I'm-gonna-get-in-your-pants. Just perfect.

"The name's Josh." He says with a cocky grin. He strategically places his hands on both sides of my locker, and leans too close for my liking. His little football buddies watch from a few feet away.

"Back off, or your gonna loose some of your lower extremities," I whisper back, my voice just dripping with venom. I try to slip under his arm but he's too fast for me.

"Feisty. Just the way I like 'em," he whispers, his hand sliding over my waist and grabbing my ass. My normally green eyes go black, my glare so strong I can feel the hate coming off me in waves. Something clicks in my head. The idea sparks in my now green eyes. I smolder up at him and make my lips have extra pout. I wrap my pale arms around his neck.

He smiles like he just won the lottery and leans down. I go up on my tippy toes, but before our lips touch I bring my lips to his ear and whisper, "Too slow, lover boy." With that I knee him wear the sun don't shine and push him to the ground.

"Pass that message on to any one of your friends who think they can touch me without my permission," I tell him with a smile, slamming my locker shut and prancing down the hall in the opposite direction.

JasperPOV

"Don't interfere."

"So I'm just supposed to stand hear while-"

"Jasper! Look." Alice interrupts my argument with Edward. We stand a ways down the hallway while that dickhead Josh harasses the new girl. It just doesn't feel right. But Edward insists we mustn't interfere.

I look up in time to see Josh on the ground, and the new girl standing over him declaring, "Pass that message on to any one of your friends who think they can touch me without my permission."

I smile slightly, good for her. Finally someone set that asshole straight. I look to Edward, but his eyebrows are furrowed. Confusion and anger swirls throughout the air surrounding him. "Edward-"

"I cant get a read on her," he whispers low enough so only we can hear. "There's static, and a word here and there, but I just cant. Its like I'm being blocked."

Alice's eyes are going in and out of focus. "Me too. Its not that there's a block, but a gap in my visions."

"But she's only human," Edward whispers in awe.

I glance up in time to catch the new girl's eyes from down the hall. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in Edward, Alice, and I, but she then composes her features and struts down the hallway, her eyes locked on mine. And as she walks towards me, I feel nothing. No anger. No confusion. No sadness. Nothing. Just a brick wall of no emotions walking towards my siblings and I.

She stands directly in front of me, grabs my shirt collar, pulls my ear to her lips, and whispers one word.

"Vampire."

A/N: Whoot! Whoot! Don't you just looooooove cliff hangers? I certainly do. Its what keeps you up at night. What keeps you on the edge of your seat wanting more. By the way, Camille IS human. I thought I should let you know. And I have I quick question: when you find out Cam's secret(her past, how she knows bout vamps, etc) do you want to find out in Cam's POV (sorta like a memory, looking back, bio kinda thing) or in Jazz's POV (Cam gushes her feelings and blah blah blah…)

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