I went into the office was greeted by some woman who apparently ate too many Twinkies.

"Myren Estrada?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, wondering how she knew my name.

"We've been waiting for you, here's your schedule," she passed me a pink paper. I looked over my classes. All of them seemed good except for French. I don't know French! I know Spanish and English, but none of those are French!

"Is there a problem?" the receptionist asked when she noticed that I didn't leave.

"Yes," I said. "I don't know French."

"That's why you're taking the class, to learn."

"I already took two years of Spanish."

"Well, now you can know three languages. Now hurry on to your first class," the receptionist waved me away.

And you should hurry to your second job at SeaWorld. Okay, Shamu? I went to my first class: Geometry.

"Good morning Mr. Estrada! Welcome to Forks High School," the teacher, Mr. Hayne (I want to say?) said "Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?"

Jerk. I stepped to the front of the class and had all eyes on me. It probably wouldn't be that hard. It seemed like there was only eighteen kids in the class. "Um, I'm Myren. I just moved here and I-"

"Just say something about you," Mr. Hayne said.

I thought about it. "-I like long walks on the beach and hate introducing myself in front of classes," I said, glaring at my shocked teacher.

"Just, uh, sit down," he said, turning to write something on the chalkboard.

I sat down next to some weird kid that seemed like he hadn't brushed his hair this morning. It seemed as if his hair was caught in a lawn mower. I breathed in through my nose and immediately regretted it. The guy must've never heard of soap! He stunk of sweat and barbecue sauce! That's a horrible stench! His face had really bad acne, so bad that at first, I thought that big, red and bumpy was his original skin type. He opened his mouth to chew on his pen, and I saw his rows of teeth that looked like candy corn, they hadn't been brushed at all! He was wearing a white hoodie that had a big red stain on the front, most likely from ketchup. He turned his head to look at me. "I'm Patrick," he said, breathing his foul, skunk breath on me.

I held my breath. "Myren."

"If you need help getting to your next class, just tell me," he said. Why am I attracting all the freaks in town?

"Okay," I said. I wound up accepting his offer because I practically knew absolutely no one here, except for Bella and Edward, but I didn't want to know them. I guess a freak for a friend is better than no friend at all.

It was finally lunch time! I wound up forgetting money, so I just decided that I'd eat when I get home. I ended up sitting with Patrick, at the opposite end of the cafeteria than Edward and Bella. I had no idea that Edward had brothers and sisters! They all need some sunlight.

"-and that's why I hate rap," Patrick finished saying.

A piece of spit flung on my nose when he said "rap." I just nodded, faking interest. Then some guy came and sat next to Patrick. He was one of those tall and handsome people you see in those magazines. I think I've even seen him on an Abercrombie & Fitch bag.

"Who's this?" he asked pointing at me.

"That's my new friend Myren," Patrick answered.

Ew, he called me his friend. "Oh," the guy said. "I'm Rhett, Patrick's boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you." Did he just say what I think he said? Boyfriend? Patrick's boyfriend?

"Same here."

They ate for a while. Rhett asked how Patrick's day was and vice versa. It was kind of gross. It reminded me of one of those really old couples that you see on those male-enhancement commercials. Seriously, why get old people to advertise sex? That's just wrong!

"So have you ever been to La Push?" Rhett asked me.

I looked up at him from watching my thumbs bend up and down. "Yes."

"Heard it's pretty dangerous there."

"Why?" I asked.

"Didn't you hear about that head that was found there by some girl?"

I'm a boy you jack-ass! "Yes I did."

"Well I heard that the victim asked for it."

"Really?" I really wasn't paying that much attention. I began to make faces at Bella who was making them back. At least she kept me entertained.

"Yeah, I heard that he was known for being a bully. He kept annoying the hell out of one kid and then that kid snapped and killed him."

"Wow."

"Yep, just goes to show that you should always be polite to everybody. You never know who will get you."

What was this? Some crappy campfire story? "Interesting."

Some guy walked up behind Patrick and Rhett. He then took a bowl of soup (or at least I thought it was soup) and dumped it over Patrick's head.

"Freak!" he shouted and ran off.

I watched the slimy goo, so-called soup, ran down Patrick's head and onto his lap. Much of it stayed in his hair and was stuck in streaks on his face. Maybe they poured gravy on him. I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.

"I hate Tom so much," Patrick growled. "I want him dead." He then got up and went into the bathroom to wash up. He should probably brush his teeth while he's in there.

Rhett looked up at me and I couldn't hold it in.

I burst out laughing. I grabbed my sides and had to rest my head on the table.

"It's not funny!" he shouted.

I immediately stopped and looked up at him.

"Don't you ever make fun of Patrick, do you hear me?" he got up to my face. "If you hurt him, I'll frickin' kill you." He then stormed off.

Why the hell is everybody getting mad at me today? First Derek and now Rhett? I seriously need to hang out with better people.

Edward drove me home after school. I didn't even see Derek's car in the parking lot.

Good, I didn't want him to apologize to me anyway.

I entered the house and sat on the sofa. Bella came and sat right next to me.

"I see you and Patrick are friends," she said.

"It's for community service," I muttered.

Edward chuckled. "He is a freak," he said.

I guess it takes one to know one. "Why do you say that?" I asked.

Edward walked away, so Bella told me. "Well, he's always talking to himself and his boyfriend Rhett about how they're going to kill some students. I think I was once put on the list for denying signing their petition for some lame thing. But Edward helped sort it out. Anyway, the whole school is kind of afraid that they're going to like, shoot up the place one day."

"Why do I always make friends with freaks?" I whined.

"Derek seems nice," Bella said, trying to comfort me.

"I guess," I said.

"Even considering the fact that he's a werewolf?"

I straightened up. "How'd you know?" I asked. Was she spying on me?

"Most of the guys at that party you went to were werewolves," she said calmly, like it was nothing.

"Well, he imprinted on me."

"I know. I could see it in the way he looked at you. His eyes were full of compassion, and even fear. I don't know why fear."

"Well, I sucked all the compassion out of him," I said.

Bella raised her eyebrow.

"We kind of had a fight and I think he canceled his imprint thing."

Bella laughed. "Sorry Myren, imprinting can't be canceled, no matter what. You're stuck with him."

I sighed.

Edward then walked back into the room. "Ready to go?" he asked Bella.

"Yea," she said getting up. "Tell Charlie I'll be back before nine."

"Yea." I said, turning to the TV. I wonder what's on.

"Derek's number is in the kitchen," Edward said before he left the house with Bella at his side.

I sighed again, louder this time. I guess I'll call Derek and give him a chance to say he's sorry for calling me a brat. He didn't say those exact words, but I know that it's what he meant. You know what? Screw it! If someone thinks that I'm a spoiled brat, then they obviously don't want me that bad.

I went upstairs and into my room.

I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "Stupid Derek, calling me spoiled…" I grumbled. Then I got an idea!

I'll fake my death! Derek will feel so bad that he made me mad and that he didn't bother to try to see me again to apologize that he'll go insane!

I ran downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed the phone and the paper with his number on it. I then ran back up to room and sat on my bed. I dialed the number.

I waited for like, half a second and Derek answered it.

"Myren?" his voice called. "Is that you?"

"No, it's Bella," I said, making my voice seem higher. "Sorry if you can't hear me well, I think I caught something."

"Oh, how's Myren?" Derek asked, totally falling for my trick.

"You might want to sit down when I tell you this."

"Why? What happened? Is he still mad at me?"

"Why was he mad at you?"

Derek's breathing got heavy. "I said something that hurt him. I feel so awful. I just want him to know that I'm sorry and I'll never do it again." He started to cry.

I can't believe it! I hadn't even gotten to the prank and he's already crying.

"Well," I said, my voice still disguised. "There was an accident."

Derek was silent.

"Are you still there?

"What happened?" he demanded, his voice sounding assertive. Odd, I saw him as more of the push-over type.

It took me a second to think. "Well, uh, he was walking home from school today. I thought you were going to drive him, and I was home already and so was Edward, so he had no ride. Anyway, the road was very icy, and a car ran into him. His body slid along the ice until it went under a big rig. A big rig! I heard his head popped; like a balloon!"

"Myren's dead," Derek said in a flat voice. I thought he would've been crying.

"Yeah, the funeral's next Saturday. Want to come?"

"…Myren's dead."

"Yes. Again, do you want to go to his funeral?"

Derek screamed into the phone. It was a blood-curdling scream that almost broke my eardrum. He ran out of breath and inhaled. Then he continued to scream some more. Maybe I took this too far.

"Uh, gottcha?" I said in my regular voice.

The screaming stopped and Derek began to breathe all hard again. "Myren, where are you?"

He sounded mad. At least he wasn't screaming anymore. "Where am I? You mean, like, right now?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him. He might come over with Patrick and Rhett and shoot up the place.

"Where. Are. You?" he asked again, sounding out every word, as if he were trying not to scream again.

"Why? Are you-"

"JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!" he screamed.

"I'm at Charlie's house. Where else would I be?"

Derek hung up. That did not sound good.

I went downstairs to hang up the phone and turn on the TV. I started to watch American Dad, but then the doorbell rang. As if I didn't know who it was.

I turned off the TV and walked over the door. I looked through the peephole and saw- Jacob?

I opened the door. "Jake, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Look Myren, I'm sorry about this," he said.

"What?"

He took out a cloth from behind his back and held up to my face. I could smell some foul fumes and I soon passed out.

That bastard!