Hermione was up before her alarm clock went off but chose to wait until it did before beginning her daily routine. She stared at the the ceiling as she waited for the last few minutes to tick by. When the alarm's alarm noisily assaulted the room Hermione quickly jumped out of bed to silence it. Fully awake now she staggered to her private bathroom and striped the small t shirt and matching shorts off her body before sinking into her bathtub. Her head rested against the edge of the tub as the warm water poured in all around her, soothing her.

She let out a small sigh.

When she finished and back in her room, she wrapped a towel around her temple to dry her hair while the rest of her person was left to bare the elements. Her reflection in the mirror gave witness to the scars that still crisscrossed her small body. Some had started to fade like the ones that danced along her arms, these were only a very faint pink color. But others like the one's that marked her legs and all the way up her inner thigh were thick and jagged and red. I was so pretty, she thought sadly. Hermione stepped away from the mirror and made her way to her dressers. After rummaging around for a bit she settled on a pink hoodie, black leggings and a pair of black boots of which she folded down the tops. On her neck seat a small sliver necklace. After a quick once over in the mirror she flung her backpack over one shoulder and left the room.

The house was silent. I won't force them to go, Hermione decided as she started to make herself some breakfast. She hummed as she poured flour, baking powder, salt and sugar into a large bowl she found in one of the cabinets above the stove. Next came the milk, eggs and melted butter. She heard the scraping of chairs against the hardwood floor behind her as she was mixing the bowl but didn't look up from her task. "What you making?" Neville asked yawning. "Pancakes." Hermione told him before pouring out a little bit of the mix on to the frying pan, then turning to face them.

They all looked tired.

They ate their food in silence, which was normal for them seeing as the boys seemed to just inhale, rather than chew, their food. After they were done, Hermione quickly gathered up the plates and used a cleaning charm to wash and store them and together they made their way to the garage. Oddly enough the garage wasnt't attached to the house so they had to walk outside and walk across the yard to reach it. It was cold and wet out and the sky was a continual scene of grey. Inside the garage sat four cars. Three were the same, black Alfa Romeo Giulias. The fourth car was a black McLaren 500GT. When they had first discovered the cars yesterday night, there had been a envelope, sealed in green wax, pinned under the windshield wipers. After that Hermione when into a frenzy, searching every room of the house for any other unwanted "gifts" thankfully she found none.

Once you left their neighborhood, Fork's high school was only a few minutes down the road. Hermione's Mclaren drew eyes as she pulled into the school's parking lot. She slowly made her way up and down the lanes looking for a place with enough space so that all four of them could park side by side. It took her a while but she found one such space near the very back of the parking lot. Four empty parking spaces seat in between a red Toyota Prius and a small yellow Porsche 911 turbo. She parked in the space closest to the Porsche and left her car. The students closest to them all stared and whispered as they made their way to the main stairs of the building.

They passed the threshold right as a the bell rang. All at once students cleared the halls, rushing and shoving past them in their haste to get to class on time. Somehow they were pushed along with the flow of students and Hermione was separated from the boys. She tried to look back to see if she could catch a glimpse of them and maybe wave them to her but she couldn't see them anywhere. So she gave up and let the flow of the students take her where it willed.

As more and more people broke away to go to their classrooms it became easier for her to slip away, which she did, stepping off to the side and staying close to the lockers as her fellow students passed by her. She took this time to go through her backpack and find her class schedule that was buried somewhere beneath all of her books. She found the crumpled up piece of paper under her copy of Letters from a Peruvian Women. Her first class, coincidentally Literature, was on the floor above her. She found the nearest staircase and headed up.

The teacher had just gotten up from his desk when hermione walked through the door. "Hello." Mr. Bartlett greeted her. "You must be our new transfer student. Hermione right?"

"Yes sir." The male population seemed to perk their heads up at the sound of her heavy accent. Dear merlin, she thought as she rolled her eyes. She wondered if the girls in the boy's classes were doing the same.

"Well I hope you find you time here enjoyable." Mr. Bartlett continued, smiling. "There's a seat open in the back next to miss Cullen, take it and we'll get started."

Hermione looked toward the back and saw the only empty seat in the room, next to it sat a small petite girl with pale skin and short black hair. She was staring out the window so she had a hard time getting a good look at her face. "Hello." Hermione said as she took her seat. Why am I sweating all of sudden? She wiped her forehead clean with the back of her hand. Her heart seemed to be pounding against her chest as well. What the hell is happening to me?

The girl beside her turned an Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She was beautiful.

And a vampire, but beautiful nonetheless.

Her golden eyes gave it away immediately. "Hello." She said with a smile "I'm Alice. We're going to be best of friends."

A/N:This chapter was suppose to be at least twice as long and include the pack but i got lazy. Forgive me :(