YES! I've finally gotten a review! YES! So, without further ado, I will continue this story, about the Cullen's…
Yes, it's me, Drake, and I'm on my next recording. That's right. So here it goes, and be prepared…
Recording 1: Drake
Funny how I got into the Cullen's family. From the Stories that my family has told me, it seems that I was dropped of on their front porch, a classic, but well used. Of course, whoever did it probably didn't know what the Cullen's were. But still, I ended up here, and that's how it started.
The first things that they noticed were that I was a human and that I smelled…different. I supposedly smelled like…well, nothing. They knew I was there, but I didn't smell appealing or smelly. This surprised Carlisle, but he still was going to bring me to the hospital. But Rosalie and Emmet stopped him. I was a new thing to them, and Rosalie still missed having a kid. So basically, I was adopted into the family, and that's how I've lived, since that moment 18 years ago. In a family, most of the time.
The first few years were funny to them. At the time, we went "camping", and they would each go off in their own directions, except for one. They would stay and make sure I wouldn't wander off. I never managed that. And that's how thing were until I turned 5. Then they told me the truth. At first, I went and locked myself in my room, until I started thinking of the cool parts of them being vampires. Then I walked out and told them it was fine. I received a big hug from all of them, and then we went to the Volturi. On the plane ride there, they told me who the Volturi were. I got a image of freaky, weird vampires.
The first meeting was filled with tension, but Aro finally agreed to the "experiment". So my first impression was that the Volturi were annoying, but slightly easy to manipulate. I was wrong.
As I grew up, I lived in many different places, ranging from Europe to the America's to, at one time, in China. Most of the time, I grew up in America. It was interesting living in so many places, and I learned a bit of many languages. Finally, we moved to Forks, when I reached the age of 13. At that point, whenever we went "camping", I could take care of myself. Those were some of my favorite moments, out in the wilderness. At that point, my family warned me about the werewolves. In return, I countered that they wouldn't attack humans. That was the day I went as a messenger to the wolfs. That was the day I got the scratch. And 2 years from that day, Bella came into our lives.