Things went relatively smoothly for quite a while—thirty years…and then everything I knew was interrupted, halted, in the presence of one person. Just a human girl. Bella Swan. Driving into school in my red BMW, we were prepared for another day. Just another day. Maybe another day where we had to fight the monster within us, abstaining from killing an innocent human, or another day being stared at in "Dazzled" awe by the student body, but just another day, nonetheless. That Monday in March was the day that interrupted what little peace I had in my life, sending me into a downward tailspin for almost two years. I don't mean to think of Bella that way, I really do love her—she's like my sister, as much as Alice is…but that doesn't change how I once felt about her. Everything she did—she made us leave; get into trouble with the Volturi eventually, all because of her. Not to mention how hard it was for Edward…it wasn't her fault, I guess, but at the time, I resented her for everything. As we pulled into the parking lot, and got out of the car, I never thought of what the day would bring. As usual, we walked up the front steps of little Forks High School, getting those oh so familiar stares the whole way. I smiled inwardly—I was the only one of us that liked the attention.

"We've got a new kid today, Chief Swan's daughter. She's in our grade, I think…I wonder if she's seen the infamous Cullens yet" Emmett said, chuckling to himself. New girl…I always hated when new kids came to school—it was rare, in our tiny town, but when it did happen, they were just one more person, another mortal to look upon us as separate, not normal, which we weren't, but it still always reminded me of myself, what I am. We walked through the front hallway, side by side, the little freshmen watching us as we passed. When we eventually got our lockers, which were all next to each other, done alphabetically, I saw her, at the very end of the hallway, standing with Jessica Stanley. Edward had never liked her, but I had nothing against her. I could only hear parts of their conversation. The Swan girl was average looking, pretty enough, but nothing special. She had fair skin, very fair. Her dark brown hair was longer, and wavy. But what I noticed about her immediately was her eyes, so deep brown, not flat like many humans—expressive. But after that moment, I didn't think of her again until much later…

"Coming, Rose?" Emmett asked, holding out his hand to me as the rest of our family started to walk away.

"Yeah…" we walked to our first class, which we had together—Civics. We had both taken it twice before in other schools, other runs through high school. So, we usually just ended up preoccupied completely during class, still acing the quizzes. Sometimes we played twenty questions, whispering too quietly for human ears to notice, whereas other times with just talked quietly. We left class pretty frequently. The teacher, Mr. Warrick, never seemed to care. He was flighty, old, and usually busy trying to calm our troublesome class. Often, we took a quick walk, down the road by the school, or rode the service elevator up and down, pointlessly. It was better than being in class, listening to the same material we had heard so many times. And as long as we did well, being in class didn't seem to be an issue. After Warrick started the movie, on anarchism, I let my mind drift for a few moments before asking to sign out of class. Of course, Emmett followed my lead. I laughed to think what the kids must think of us, always leaving class…

"So, where to today?" he asked when we got a significant distance away from room 137.

"I don't know…"

"We could listen to music, in the car?"

"Nah…" we always did that. I actually wanted something interesting to do with first block

"The locker room's empty…" he trailed off

"Em, if you're asking for a quickie at school, no. The faculty isn't deaf." I laughed…this wasn't the first time he had suggested that

"We should go to the computer lab…you know that game they have…Oregon Trail—" Alice danced over to us from the other end of the hall. I knew that my siblings often did the same thing, as they had been through the material several times before as well.

"Hey guys, I was looking for you!" she spoke in her usual singsong voice, but there was a tinge of concern behind her bright eyes and happy tone.

"What…is Jasper okay…I know he was having trouble befor—"

"He's fine…it's actually not any of us really…I had a vision…about the Swan girl...

Throughout lunch, Alice blocked her vision from Edward, because I never saw him react as he would've. She was, in all likelihood, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in her head, keeping her mind off what had happened. I was deep in thought, barely speaking at lunch…occasionally; I would look over at her, watching. She never noticed my cold stare. However, about half way through lunch, she looked over to our table. Her gaze wasn't scared, or surprised, but more interested. She looked right at Edward—intensely staring, but seemingly without knowing she was concentrating on our table. Edward looked back, for the first time seeing her face. She flushed red with embarrassment. She blushed brighter than most humans…I couldn't imagine Alice's vision coming true now, but Alice was never wrong. She told is it was only a shard, a single image, but enough. Isabella Swan…eyes glowing red.