Twilight—50 Years Later

Part I

I placed my tray flatly on the table, sitting next to my new companion Steve. He had light blue eyes and a dirty blonde fauxhawk. I had to giggle to myself about it when I first saw him. I just couldn't help myself. It wasn't like he didn't look good with the fauxhawk, he did, but it's just that I've had friends with Mohawks at my other school, and they hated those with fake Mohawks, also known as a fauxhawk. I giggled to myself again.

Onlookers stared at me as I took a bite from my cheeseburger. It was probably my purple-colored hair and matching amethyst eyes that was beguiling their attention. If not that, my nose and ear piercings and heavy eyeliner would make them stop to stare a while longer. I took little notice, already accustomed to miscellaneous ogling eyes. I wondered if Steve laughed at me, too. I wouldn't blame him, considering I laughed at him first.

I took another bite, this time taking in my surroundings. The walls were short, stumpy, cramping the few students inside a squeezing cage. My claustrophobia was starting to creep up inside me, so I focused on something else.

My eyes scrutinized other sets of eyes, all staring back at me. They were assorted widely in all shapes and sizes. From small to big, Emo to Preppy, any sort of stereotype, you name it, they were all here.

I planned to search every face of each student, but I came across a certain table—I couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

"Hey, Steve," I called, though I didn't look at him.

"What's up, Brooke?"

"Who are those guys?"

He shifted his look on the table I was gesturing to, and immediately, his face looked like he expected this conversation. "Oh. That's the Cullens. They're…not normal. They mostly keep to themselves, really

"The blonde one"—I immediately looked at her—"is Rosalie Hale. The big scary guy next to her is her boyfriend, Emmett Cullen."

"Boyfriend?" I asked incredulously. "But I thought you said—"

"They're not related. Dr. Cullen and his wife, Esme, adopted them both. I know, it's weird, but that's how it is."

"Oh." I looked at Rosalie, a gorgeous blonde, a beautiful, stunning…well, not a high school attendant, it seemed, but a stunning person. Son unbelievable stunning! I envied her straight away. I didn't know what came over me, I was glad with how I looked, but she made me doubt my confidence in myself. Her boyfriend Emmett quite frankly terrified me, but he had that appeal of unreal beauty to him as well.

"And the couple next to them," Steve continued, "is Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale. Jasper and Rosalie are twins. They are the only two pairs of sibling that are actually related in the Cullen family."

Alice looked like a magical fairy in human form. A weird, eccentric, lively one at that, but a fairy, nonetheless. Jasper smiled at her, perfectly at ease with his surroundings. Both looked advanced in their looks, way above average around here.

"And that one," he sighed, as if utterly bored, "is Edward Cullen.

"Have you introduced them before?" I questioned at his monotonous tone.

"Nah, it's just that they've been the focus of the school ever since they arrived."

"I can see why." I stared on at Edward, his wild hair tousled flawlessly on his head, his lips curved tenderly on his face; the sight of him made me gasp. He was beautiful.

"Don't get too hung up on him, Brooke."

"What?" I wasn't paying any attention to Steve.

"He's taken."

"What?" I asked, my voice a little bit higher than I intended it to be.

Right then, I saw a brunette walking gracefully toward the Cullens. She was breathtaking! Her eyes were a bright amber, her clothes in the latest fashion. Everything about her oozed perfection.

"That's Bella Swan. She's with Edward."

I looked at her, then at Edward, and then at the rest of them, at Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett. They were beyond normal or abnormal. I just couldn't descripe them. I couldn't describe their golden eyes, or their pale, white skin, or their flawlessness, or their uneaten trays. I just knew they were different, somehow.

"Damn!" I yelled in impulsiveness and frustration. "They're…just…ugh! Perfect!"

"Don't worry. Not all of them are, y'know. Specially Bella. She doesn't get along with anyone except her family. She's always uncomfortable around us." He paused. "Well, they all don't get along with us," he amended, "but that Bella girl's just weird. Every time she looks at someone, she goes furious and tense. It's kinda scary."

"Well that's just weird."

"Hey, Steve," said a voice from behind me.

I turned around to see a tall, tall, enormous boy, russet skin, chocolate brown eyes, and a wide smile. Well, he wasn't an Edward, but he was cute.

"Hi, I'm Brooke," I greeted, taking out my hand to shake his.

"Hey." When his hand was in mine, I felt a volcano erupting on my skin. His temperature was extremely, inhumanly high, as if he had a fever!

"Brooke, this is Jacob Black. Jacob, Brooke."

"Nice to meet you," I said in the sweetest voice imaginable.

"Same here," he smiled. I couldn't help but to smile back.

"Jacob." This voice came from across the undersized cafeteria room, a small, wise, soft voice. I looked to the direction of the voice to find a brunette-haired girl, a sophomore, I thought, with mud-colored eyes and an angelic face. She reminded me of Bella Swan, except her eyes weren't that odd topaz that the Cullens shared.

"I gotta go. See you guys later." Jacob bolted from the room with the brunette at his side.

"Renesmee Swan," Steve said, not needing me to ask. "She's Bella's younger sister."

"And let me guess, she's with Jacob." It wasn't a question.

"You got it," he smiled. I think you'll love this place, Brooke."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh."