Sadie and Mark were sitting on the couch in the living room, discussing the 'Mission Impossible' movie they'd just watched, when Carlisle entered the room, a few documents in his hand.

"Sadie," he said, interrupting the controversial argument on the couch, "we're going to get you some documents, and I wanted to know a few things."

Sadie turned to Carlisle.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want to know?" she asked.

Carlisle asked her a few questions, Sadie answered truthfully.

"Oh, and last of all, would you like your last name to be Cullen? We could introduce you as a niece or a cousin if you like," Carlisle said.

"Um, Carlisle, no offense to the Cullen name or anything, but I think it would be easier if Sadie was introduced as my cousin, especially if she's going to school on the reservation," Mark said.

Carlisle agreed with Mark's conclusion.

"So, Sadie Fuller it is," Carlisle said.

For the first time since she'd woken up, Sadie looked frightened.

"Wait," she said, "I'm going to school?"

"Oh," Carlisle realized, "I'm sorry, we have not told you yet, have we? Since you're going to be here for a while, we thought you'd best go to school on the reservation."

Sadie still looked shocked. Mark noticed this, and he motioned for Carlisle to leave the room. Carlisle nodded and did so.

Mark turned to the girl frozen in shock on the couch.

"Sadie, are you ok?"

"Oh my goodne…" Sadie looked at Mark and stopped, smiling. "I just… well, it's a new school and everything."

"Yeah, so?"

"What if you're all much farther ahead than I am?"

"Well, I might not be a straight A student, but, if you want, I'll help you out. But, Sadie, come on! We both know that's not what's really bothering you."

"No, you're right, it's not."

After a short silence, Mark asked, "Are you going to tell me?"

Sadie smiled, but kept quiet.

"I thought so," Mark grumbled. "I'll find out anyway, you know," he warned.

After seeing that Sadie wouldn't crack, Mark quietly wondered what she was so afraid of.

--------------

A few days later, a car entered the reservation's school parking lot. It was nearly empty as the car parked by one of the buildings.

Inside the car, Sadie tapped her fingers nervously against the window. Mark looked at her.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Sadie nodded, and the pair got out of the car. They headed towards the office.

--------------

Vanessa arrived at the school driving her new car. Her parents had given it to her a few days ago, and she wanted to show it to all of her friends, especially Mark. She'd never told anyone, but she really, really liked him, even if he was kind of weird sometimes.

Vanessa leaned on her car and tried to look as casual as she could. She knew her new ride would attract Mark's attention; every normal guy would flock to her soon.

To Vanessa's surprise, he came out of the office; there was no reason for him to be in there. Mark was holding the door open for someone.

Curiously, Vanessa tried to see who was walking behind her crush.

Vanessa became horrified as she saw a brown-haired girl come out of the office and take Mark's hand.

Had Mark gotten a girlfriend over the summer?

Vanessa watched as the girl and Mark talked to each other. They seemed to be in their own little bubble, not noticing the world around them.

Vanessa felt anger fill her as she watched the girl giggle at something Mark said.

Determined, Vanessa decided that she would take Mark away from this girl, if it was the last thing she did.

--------------

Sadie stepped out of the office. Mark closed the door and began to walk away. Sadie reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Thanks," Sadie said.

"It was nothing," Mark answered. "See? I told you it would be all right."

Sadie giggled, "Yeah, you did."

She took the list of classes she was taking out of her book-bag. Mark looked curiously at the bag.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked.

"Oh, you mean this ridiculously expensive thing?"

Mark nodded.

"Alice."

Mark snorted, "I should have known." Then he asked Sadie innocently, "What classes are you taking?"

Sadie turned to look at Mark accusingly, "You should know! You're taking the same ones!"

Mark laughed, "Well, yeah. Could you at least tell me what class we have first?"

Sadie looked at the slightly wrinkled schedule.

"Um, we have Math."

"Yippee," Mark said sarcastically.

Sadie felt someone watching her, and turned to look at a beautiful girl leaning on what was probably her new car.

"Mark, who's that?" Sadie asked.

Mark turned to look at the girl.

"Oh, that's Vanessa Jefferson. She's like the 'queen' of the school."

Mark saw another car enter the parking lot. He smiled and pulled Sadie in the direction of it.

--------------

Vanessa watched as Mark pulled the girl toward his friends. Those boys were part of the 'La Push Protectors', whatever that was. Mark was the youngest; most of the others were seniors or had already graduated.

Vanessa felt her jealousy rising as the girl was introduced to the hottest seniors on campus. And, to top it all off, Vanessa had noticed that the girl was wearing clothes that definitely had more than three zeros in the price-tag.

It didn't seem fair, this girl had an amazing boyfriend and she was loaded. What did Vanessa get? Nothing.

--------------

Embarrassed, Sadie greeted all of Mark's friends, trying desperately not to blush. After a while, their talk turned to cars, especially Vanessa's car, and Sadie put some distance between herself and the group. It wasn't that she didn't like them; she just didn't understand all their technical talks. She looked at the building and tried not to feel intimidated.

She noticed that Vanessa was walking toward her, and she turned and smiled at the girl.

Vanessa had an angry look on her face as she approached her rival.

"Nobody wants you here," she said, "so why don't you just go back to where you came from?"

Confused, Sadie looked at Vanessa. She hadn't done anything to offend her, so why was she so angry? Sadie turned to look over at where Mark was.

Vanessa noticed. "So… you've got Mark on your side. Are you sleeping with him? Maybe not only with him, but with all the seniors? You're a slut!" Vanessa yelled at the girl.

Mark heard the yell and turned to the girls. He started walking towards them.

Vanessa saw and leaned over to whisper in Sadie's ear, "You know, this doesn't end here." Vanessa turned and smiled at Mark. Then, she walked quickly away.

Mark put his arms around the stunned Sadie, trying to comfort her. After a while, he noticed that she wasn't crying or reacting in any other way.

"Sadie, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Those were some pretty bad insults."

"Yeah," Sadie said as she looked Mark in the eyes. "I know she didn't mean them, not really."

"What do you mean? Of course she meant them!"

"No, she couldn't. Hate is a powerful emotion; you can't hate someone after just seeing them for a while. It's impossible. So she felt the need to insult me for some other reason."

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Could be a lot of things. She could be jealous for some reason; she could have a low self-esteem and insulting people helps her feel better; she could be having a huge problem at home and she just needed to blow off some steam. See? It could have been anything."

"Wow. You deal with this quite well."

"Well, I've had to," Sadie said sadly in a quiet voice Mark hadn't heard since the first day.

"Wait, what do you mean you've had to?" Mark paused for a second, then continued, "What did they do to you at your old school."

Sadie didn't answer.

"That bad, huh?"

"No! They didn't do anything!"

"Did they stuff you in your locker or something? I thought that was only in the movies, but looking at you, I wouldn't put anything past that."

"No, the lockers weren't big enough."

"So they tried?"

"No!"

"So what did they do?"

Sadie sighed, looking at the ground, "Well, let's just say they weren't kind. And I had to learn the way to deal with insults the hard way."

The bell rang then, and they both ran into the school.

(A/N) Here ya go! A nice, long chappie! I hope you like it! Oh, and I added another character to the story (she's completely mine), Vanessa. Everyone always says there are two sides to every story, so I decided to put a bit of Vanessa's mind in here. I just wanted you guys to understand her. She's not a regular bully (well, maybe she is, but the point is every bully bullies for a reason).

Catty: Enough of your rambling! Put in the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I only own Mark, Sadie and Vanessa. I do not own Twilight or Mission Impossible.