Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, I don't.

KPOV-

After the parent's applause dies down, I walk home. I didn't see my family, so they probably went home without me. I did say Seth would drop me off, but I told him to go ahead with his family.

I walk in, and the smell if pasta greets me.

''Hey, guys,'' I smile as I walk in.

''Hey,'' Carson says as he stuffs more pasta into his mouth.

''Kim,'' my mom says ,''What took you so long to get from school?''

''I had to get my stuff,'' I say ,''I'm only fifteen minutes later than I said I'd be.''

''School got out almost threee hours ago, love,'' Dad says

''Yeah, well...anyway what did you guys think of my performance,'' I say.

Every heas snaps up, every eye turns to me.

''What do you mean, dear,'' my mom asks.

''Tonight. At the PDA meeting,'' I verify.

''Oh, I didn't go,'' my mom says ,''None of us this.''

What. The. Hell? I told them I was performing tonight, and they said they'd come! This is some shit!

''But we performed tonight,'' I frown.

''Well you should have told me, Kimberly,'' my mom says.

I pull the flyer off the refridgerator and hands it to my mom. It says:

Friday PDA meeting:

Lunches

School Field Trip

Performance by the La Push High School glee club

7 p.m.

''Oh. Well you should tell me, and not expect me to look at a piece of paper,'' my mom says.

I sigh, and then sit down to eat. I scoop some of the pata on my plate, and devour it emotionously. I am being ignored yet again.

That night, we are all sitting around on the couch, watching American Idol. Gina comes in, and stands in front of me.

''Kimmy, that's my seat,'' she says condescendingly.

I get up and move to the floor, where I belong.

NEXT DAY-

Micha picks me up for school. As usual, she looks great. She is wearing a stunning outfit of a white, off the shoulder blouse with short sleeves, blue skinny leg jeans, white converses, and her in soft waves with a white headband.

Allyson waves at us. She is wearing a green, one shoulder shirt, headband, and black pants. She has on green heels, and her curls bounce as we walk.

I am in the middle. I have on a grey, shortsleeved blouse. I left the first few buttons undone, so you can see the white tank underneath. I have on grey skinny leg jeans, grey converses, and my hair is pulled straight down and has a grey headband.

I actually look decent.

We are walking down the hallway, and three boys walking toward us: Jacob, Paul, and Embry.

And they throw water in our faces.

Micha looks pissed.

''Assholes!,'' she yells.

They laugh and high five eachother.

I don't kbnow if I mentioned this, but Micha is a bit more, uh...developed than the Allyson and myself. And she has on a wet t-shirt, so...

Allyson and I rush Micha to the bathroom, safe from the eyes of teenaged perverts.

''Micha, you okay-,''' Allyson begins before running into a stall and shutting the door behind her.

''Allyson,''' I ask.

''Ally,'' Micha says, rubbing the front if her shirt with a paper towel.

Allyson comes out of the towel three minutes later, clutching her stomach.

''Ally, are you okay,'' I ask.

She shakes her head, and sits down on the bench. Micha and I sit down on either sode of her.

''Guys, I have to tell you something,'' she sighs.

''What is it,'' I ask.

''Guys...I'm pregnant.''