*To answer some recent questions/obvious:

~Bella doesn't think that chemo will help because her cancer is too far along, it's already spread too much, so it can't really save her - it'll only prolong her time a little.

~As stated in summary this is OOC :) and yes, the Cullens are vampires in this story. Wonder what Bella will be... ;)

~Sorry, if you don't like the way it's progressing, it's just the way the story wanted to be written.

**I'm dedicating this chapter to GreenEyes555 - She reminded me of some pivotal characters and got the mental juice flowing. Thanks - You might be hearing from me again in the future! And I'm glad you liked the excerpt ;)

Disclaimer: Once again, I'm not S. Meyer - therefore I don't own anything Twilight related.

Oh my dear sweet Jesus.

All coherent thoughts left my mind when I saw them.

They were so...so.. They were so inhuman. Their beauty surpassed every model out there, even Abercrombie and Fitch - yes, I didn't think it was possible either.

There were five of them and they looked so similar yet different at the same time it was baffling. Every single one of them had white skin. It was like Frosty the Snowman came to life, got hot n' heavy with some Snowchic, and bam! Out came their sexy kids. Looking closer my theory, however eccentric, didn't seem to off the mark - they all had coals for eyes. They were so black it looked like they didn't have pupils.

As I was openly gaping at them they were...well...they were all looking at me differently.

My attention was first caught by the Sport Illustrator babe. Her body was the male epitome of perfection in it's almost perfect hour-glass symmetry. The thick blonde wavey hair that fell down her back wasn't helping either. Looking at her expression I could tell that this blonde fit the stero-typical bitch. The chick was glaring at me like I was Damien from The Omen. Fearing for my life, and trying my hardest not to show it, I turned my attention to the girl sitting next to her.

Faery. Not bitch. Not snob. Just faery. The little faery gave off an aura of bouncy, bundled excitement. Her hair was short and black and formed perfect spikes of all sizes that went in ever which direction. Unlike the girl sitting next to her the little faery wasn't glaring at me. To be specific she wasn't looking at me at all. Instead her eyes looked distant, almost as if she wasn't seeing anything in front of her but instead focusing on some thought... She looked vacant - which compared to the energy vibe she was giving off was starting to creep me out a little.

Next to her was a shaggy honey blonde. He gave nothing away. He was just staring at me like Leo did all those years ago. But I did notice that he holding the tiny girl's hand - rather tightly I might add. I was just waiting for it to break... Poor faery's hand.

The one closest to me had a bunch of dark brown curls on his head, he wasn't smiling but it looked as if he was trying to keep amusement off his face. Though all of that was quickly pushed to the back of my mind when I looked down and saw the rest of him. His muscles had muscles - and they were everywhere. At first it was intimidating, I mean seriously how could it not be? But then I remembered an episode of Spongebob Squarepants I saw the other day. Spongebob got these balloon muscles and they ended up exploding from getting too big - I almost fell off the couch from laughing so much. I was biting my lip - hard - trying to not laugh again when I heard something that sounded like a growl come from beside him.

Trapped in one of the giants arms was Adonis himself. Okay screw that. He was what Adonis wanted to look like. He had the most beautiful bronze hair, the longest eye lashes, and all of his features - his nose, his jaw, his cheek bones - were amazingly defined. Under normal circumstances I would've started drooling at this point, but his look froze me to the spot. The bitchy blonde had nothing on the glare he was giving me.

I distantly heard the smack my sandwich made as it fell from my newly frozen fingers. As I stared right back at him - trapped in his gaze just like he was trapped in the giants arm - I could feel my blood turn cold and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck raise. The angel of death looked liked he wanted to rip my head off and drink my blood. Spongebob could not fix this one...

Come on, never let them see you sweat Bella. You did nothing wrong - he's just some random jerk.

Inner-Bella's logic was starting to thaw out my muscles. She..well I...was right. I didn't do anything wrong. I was just sitting here eating my sandwich and two-fifths of these jerks think they can just instantly hate me with a reason? Hah! They had no idea the can-of-bats they just opened. Yes, I say can-of-bats. I mean seriously how much damage can a can-of-worms do? But bats? Cram a few of those suckers in a can and you're in for more than a few bites and scratches.

"Can I help you?" I asked no one in particular, my voice laced with annoyance.

God I hope I don't sound like a bitch. I hate bitches. They're just annoying chicks with to high of an ego and no bite to back up the bark.

Awkward silence took over for a moment, but suddenly the Jolly Giant broke it with his booming laughter. The same laughter that caught my attention earlier.

The others around him stiffened with the sound. However, for me it only served to fuel my irritation at these amazingly good looking strangers.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked him with less annoyance than earlier, as I was suddenly beginning to wonder about his sanity.

"You. Isn't it obvious?" came his reply as he continued to laugh at God knows what about me. Oddly enough it didn't sound like an insult - it just sounded like an answer.

I opened my mouth to tell him off when I was interrupted by the screech of the chair in front of me being slid across the floor.

Looking over to see who it was I was met with dull blue eyes and blonde spiky hair that looked as if it was spackled in hair gel.

"Hey, I'm Mike Newton. You're Isabella Swan, right?"

"Bella. Hi Mike, nice to meet you," I replied nicely though I was still irritated on the inside. I wanted to know what their problem was…

"Bella. Well I noticed that you were sitting over here by yourself so I thought I'd come introduce myself, and see if you wanted to sit with me and my friends," he asked nothing but hopeful. Seriously - his eyes were hopeful, his voice was hopeful, hell he looked like he was one number away from winning the lottery. His eagerness was making me worry that he might start following me around like a golden retriever.

"Um, sure, I guess." I didn't really want to but maybe I could find out who Frosty's love children were.

"Cool." Insert tacky blinding smile here. "We're just over here."

Collecting my things I followed Mike over table practically on the other side of the room.

"Hey guys, this is Bella. Bella this is Lauren, Jessica, Tyler and Angela," Mike pointed to each person as he said their name. Lauren was yet another blonde bitch - though she looked less menacing - Jessica looked like a gossip-monger with two inches of brown curly hair, Tyler looked like wanna-be-player - the smile he was giving me, which he probably thought was sexy, was giving me the creepy-crawlies - but Angela looked really sweet - I could see myself becoming good friends with her.

I sat down next to Mike - it was the only seat open - and sipped on my strawberry milk.

"Oh my god, I don't know how you could stand to sit over there for so long." I looked up to see that Jessica was talking. Her voice sound kind of sounded like she had a nasal problem… Yummy.

"What do you mean," I asked genuinely confused.

"Oh my gosh! That's right, you don't know," she said while laughing. I had the suspicion that she was laughing at me. What was with these people and laughing at me today? Was there a sign on my back or something? Was it some unspoken rule, "laugh at the new kid"?

"That over there, the people you were sitting next to, they're the Cullens," Jessica continued - oblivious to the mini-rant going on inside my head. "They were adopted by Carlisle and Esme because they can't have kids of their own." All of this was spoken as we were some conspirators or something - as if it was the woman, Esme, fault that she couldn't have kids. The nerve of her! Misinterpreting my anger for interest how that was possible I have no frickin' idea - Jessica leaned in close to me and continued with her "lessen."

"The big one, his name is Emmett, he's dating the blonde girl, Rosalie Hale. Now the blond guy, the one that looks like he's in pain all the time, they're cousins. He's dating the little black haired girl next to him - her name is Alice. See they're like together, together. All of them. Except Edward that is, he's the one with the bronze hair. Apparently no here is good enough for him though." That last part made me want to laugh - Jessica looked like she just sucked on lemon.

Hmm, wonder when he shot her down…

I turned my head away as I bit back a smile…and maybe a little laugh.

After my amusement as Jessica's expense - something might I add that I was not ashamed of, this girl seriously only cared about bashing on others - I started to feel a little bad. At what? I wasn't really sure myself but I knew it was solely towards the Mysterious Cullens - my nickname for them. I felt it was very fitting. Just by looking at them suggested that there was something beneath the surface. Something they were keeping to themselves. Hearing their story only fueled that feeling.

"When did they move here?" I asked Jessica once I was facing here again. Surely I hadn't seen them when I used to come here, and Charlie never mention them when we had our Summer get-togethers.

"Like two years ago. Apparently they moved down from Alaska - I guess they were staying with distant family, or friends, or something."

Turning back to look at them, I started to feel worse. Not only were they still new - in small towns news like a new family doesn't die in just two years - but they were treated as outcast. They looked gorgeous and yet were ostracized because their beauty was so great it was almost alien, and to top that off they were looked at with scandalous-scorn because they happened to fall in love with their adopted siblings.

Adopted. No blood relation. Nothing wrong or weird.

I was pissed now.

Damn mood swings. Next thing I know I'll start busting out in tears. Maybe it's lack of sleep.

I couldn't take this. It was wrong and stupid on so many different levels. Thinking back to when I was in the hospital, when Phil and Renee told me I only had a year to live, thinking of the silent promise I made to myself… I snapped. I was bold and I was confident.

I was not the old Bella I was a few months ago.

Standing up and gathering my lunch - there was till ten minutes left of lunch - I told Jessica what I thought. Simple as that.

"Thanks for the information, but I think I'm going to leave. I don't like people who not only gossip as if everything was their business, as if it was their right to spread lies, but I also don't like people who judge others solely on what they heard instead of actually getting to know them. So thanks for telling me the "dirty-laundry" of the Cullen family, but I don't think I'll pass it along. In fact I think I'm going to just forget everything you just said."

With that I walked over to the seat I had earlier. The same one next to the Cullens.

I lied. I wasn't going to forget everything - I'm hoping she at least got the names right - so I would at least remember that much.

Dumb red-hatter.

Bellaosophy time…well definition time. Me and my brother twisted the saying "gossip like an old woman" into our own slanderous nickname - only we know what it means. See most old woman join the Red Hat Society, so if you gossip like an old woman, you gossip like a Red-Hatter - you know, since they literally wear red hats to their meetings.

In all honesty I think it's kind of cute. I remember when I was little I told myself when I got older I would join too…

Sighing at the direction my thoughts were talking I suddenly lost all appetite for my once appealing lunch. Instead I just sat there staring at it, wondering exactly how many shades of pink exist in the world… My drink was pink, the milk wrapper was pink, the jelly was pink, the sandwich wrapper was pink, and all of them were a different shade from the other.

Needing a distraction I looked over at the Cullens again.

Again almost the same situation.

All of them were looking at me. Not glaring, not staring off into space. Just staring at me as if I discovered two plus two equaled five. I swear Emmett's mouth was even hanging open.

What it with these people and staring at me? …What's with me and staring at them?

I was about to introduce myself - even though I was sure they already knew, I still felt it was polite - when the bell suddenly sounded, effectively making jump almost a foot in the air. I was surprised I didn't topple out of my seat.

Emmett's booming laugh rang through the cafeteria again, and I think I saw Rosalie crack a smile - albeit it was an evil smile, but it was a smile nonetheless . For some reason I felt a weird hope begin to grow inside me.

Maybe we can friends…someday…

Getting up I threw the rest of my lunch away as I headed off to my next class.

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