Rose POV

An insistent knocking – no banging – on my door woke me from my peaceful slumber.

"Come on Rose." Angela had to yell to be heard through the thick wooden doors. "We have to get ready or we will be late for school!"

She sounded extremely frustrated and flustered, making me wonder how long she had been standing out there trying to wake me up. I decided that school wasn't worth getting up for and snuggled into my mattress pulling my covers tighter around myself.

Unfortunately though Angela had gotten tired of being polite and barged into my room. Ripping my covers off of me, she dragged me out of bed and to the bathroom. Of course I could have resisted but it was too early in the morning and I was exhausted for some reason. Also she was a lot stronger than I had imagined.

I reluctantly showered and got dressed. I wore another pair of black skinny jeans and a purple top this time. My top said 'rock is dead and paper killed it' which I thought was pretty amusing. I grabbed my bag and shoes and joined Angela downstairs at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. The delicious smell of French toast filled the room, covering it like a blanket. I know, I just compared food to a blanket but blankets are associated with comfort and I find food comforting. Therefore is it so strange to compare food to a blanket? No, no it's not.

Angela was pulling nervously at the clothes she was wearing (the ones I picked out for her yesterday). Her hair stayed in the style I had put it in last night. It was wavy and down to her waist with French plate around her head like a headband.

"You look amazing, don't worry about it. Anyone who gives you shit will have me to answer to." I said, my protectiveness kicking in.

We decided to just take my car and Angela would pick hers up after school. We thought that arriving in style would be the best way to showcase her new look.

We were given a wide berth, looks like Mike had told people to stay out of my way. Smart boy.

We entered the school. Everyone seemed to stare open mouthed at Angela giving her an air of confidence. Which combined with my air of gravitas, we really made a force to be reckoned with.

The day pasted by in a blur. The classes merged together as I tried to figure out what Dimitri meant when he said it would be my biggest battle or whatever. I really do swear though that he is hanging around his –as I so eloquently put it earlier batshit crazy grandmother.

Lunch came before I knew it. Alice was frantically waving me over to come and sit with her and the rest of the Cullens. I tugged Angela's arm to the lunch queue, where I piled my try high – mainly full of junk food. I then dragged her very hesitant self over to the Cullens table, where she stood by shyly as I plonked myself down like I owned the place. Their trays of food looked pathetically minuscule compared to mine. I looked directly at Rosalie and said "move" with finality. Leaving her no room to argue.

She pulled a sour face and threw once of her grapes at me (which I caught in my mouth causing her to glare in frustration as I grinned at her) but she did as she was told and reluctantly moved over to make space for Angela.

I was going to like this place, I could feel it.

"um hi?" Angela said as she ever so timidly took a bite of her apple whilst looking at the table. I smile at her and squeezed her hand in the hopes of making her feel comfortable and letting her know that she is not alone. Hopefully also conveying the message that if she felt too uncomfortable we could leave.

"Guys this is Angela. She is my friend so you better be nice to her or you will end up without limbs." Angela looked at me stunned with a little bit of awe thrown in there.

"It appears that Rose can be a real bitch when she wants to be. And of course we wouldn't be mean to you, you seem like a lovely girl" Alice said this with a pointed look at Rosalie noting that the sour look hadn't left her face. "It's very nice to have you here; any friend of Rose's is a friend of ours"

Angela smiled immediately feeling more at ease as she and Alice began giving her fashion tips and arranging shopping trips and makeovers.

I looked around noticing that the whole cafeteria was gaping at our table. Looks like the Cullens don't often let others sit at their table.

I started eating my food and Edwards once I had finished mine. He looked at me amused and I smiled back, getting lost in his eyes as we stared at each other.

Until the moment was broke by none other than Emmett.

"Damn girl you can really eat. How can someone so small put away soooooooo much food?" Emmett boomed in his cheerful voice. I threw my empty bottle of water at his head. To which he responded by throwing an uneaten cake at me. Complete waste of good food! But anyway, I ducked and it hit Edward smack in the middle of his face. He retaliated by throwing Alice's pasta at Emmett, getting it over Rosalie in the process.

This was how we ended up in the headteacher's office that afternoon. Angela was let off with a warning as the headteacher likes her. The rest of us were suspended.

Rosalie, of course, blamed all of this on me. Completely unreasonable. I went to my locker to get everything I would need for my weeks suspension, also stopping by the class that Angela was in to tell her I was suspended but I would come back and pick her up after school.

She, being the nice person she is said that she could get the bus home. One of the boys in the class overheard this and offered her a ride. Ben I think his name is. Anyway she blushed but accepted. We would be talking about that later. I gave her a hug and left to enjoy my weeks suggested vacation. Trust me to get suspended on second day at a brand new school.

I returned home and sat in the comfort of my living room trying to figure out what the hell Dimitri was on about with the music channel playing in the background.

My biggest challenge yet . . .

Well I have had some pretty though trials through life and if this one was going to take the cake it might be near enough impossible to win.

Deciding to be cliché I set candles up to do a séance. According to the internet I had to use my own blood. How lovely.

The lights flickered as I chanted the words on the screen. Who knew these séances from the internet could work? A vase dropped and smashed as my front door swung open with a bang. The Cullens were in my living room suddenly. Well I guess it was them that banged my door not the ghosts. Well now I would have someone to take my anger out on.

I looked at the wall surprised to see words forming in what appeared to be my blood. Ah I guess that was what the blood was for; so that they could communicate.

Proceed with caution and start with the volturi

The Cullens gasped Carlisle dropping the briefcase that was in his hand. The other Cullens seemed to be frozen in fear and shock.

Whoever these volturi people were I didn't think I was going to like them . . .