**Disclaimer** Nothing is mine! All the credit goes to Mrs. Meyer for creating such wonderful characters for us to play with. If you recognize something, it isn't mine! I read a lot of fan fics and can't keep straight where I got some ideas from!

"Mom!" Renesmee called out, thirteen minutes before we needed to leave "will you please explain to Alice that I do not need to wear designer clothing to school?"

I could hear Alice muttering under her breath that all she was trying to do was overwhelm the student population so we didn't end up with an angry wolf trying to protect his imprint from the fumbling attempts at modern day courtship.

I was already dreading the response of the student population. I had found that it didn't matter how we dressed. The students, and some of the teachers would be both attracted, and frightened of us. These warring emotions would eventually start to cause me pain, not unlike what I have heard a human migraine feels like.

"Renesmee," Alice pleaded, "if you let me dress you for just this once, I'll agree that you don't need to come with me for shopping trips for the next year."

"Like that will work!" Emmett said, right before we all heard the sound of him being smacked in the back of the head. "What?" he replied to his attacker. "We all know that Renesmee will go shopping just to make sure that she gets the clothing she wants, not what Alice deems worthy of her to wear."

"Alice, we talked about this at the last family meeting!" Carlisle sighed. "The humans are becoming more observant. We need to make more of an effort to blend in. No more dressing in designer clothing for everyday activities. We need to dress similar to those around us. The Volturi are looking for another reason to break apart our family. Let's not make it easy on them by garnering more attention than our family already will by having what looks like family dating. Even with some of you posing as relatives, others adopted, it will still be seen as strange."

None of us had ever thought about it before, but Bella pointed out that the human children were much more observant than we gave them credit for. They were growing up in a time where there were comic books, novels, and movies about the supernatural world interacting with the "normal people," and being teenagers, they were looking for what was different in everyone. Not necessarily because they believed that the supernatural really existed, but because some of them were superficial enough that they believed that different was a bad thing. Just another generation of sheeple to add to the masses.

Since we were trying to blend in more than we did previously, this also meant that Rosalie could not drive her BMW to school, and Edward couldn't have the newest model Volvo that was available. While we posed as a doctor's kids, nobody would believe that any father, adopted or not, would be buying these vehicles for his kids. Emmett on the other hand, was welcome to drive his Jeep Wrangler everywhere. It wasn't the newest model, and thanks to his driving habits, never looked pristine like the rest of the cars.

I looked at the clock, eight minutes before we needed to leave. I could hear the girls finishing their makeup and putting on their shoes. "Edward," I called. "Will you be driving your car today? I know that Emmett was going to drive the jeep this week, but I need to know if I can ride my bike or not."

"Of course I'll be driving. You didn't think I'd let Jacob drive our first day of school, did you? Emmett has a bet with him that they don't think I know about," he whispered. "If Jacob gets to drive the first week, then Emmett will get us all out of the house on a long distance hunting trip and run interference for Jacob and Renesmee to come back here alone. I'm not about to let that happen yet."

"Thanks man. Alice will probably want to ride with you. Bella's shield will help her be a little surprised at the reactions of the students, making everything a bit more believable. You know that she hasn't been doing well with masking her emotions lately. You don't even need to be an empath or a mind reader to know exactly what's going on in that little pixie head of hers."

"I heard that Jasper Whitlock! Just because I'm too busy trying to see what's coming up, doesn't mean that I still can't be a convincing human," Alice said as she walked down the stairs. "Believe me, what's coming is bigger than any of us could ever have guessed."

At that, Edward spun around and scrutinized her. You could tell he was trying to catch a glimpse of what she was referring to, but was being blocked. No doubt, by some annoying song she was singing in her head, or the latest fashion show that Alice attended.

Since the driving arrangements were figured out, I went out to the garage and found my motorcycle. Rosalie, Jacob, and I had spent a lot of time hiding the fact that it was a Ducati 848. Edward purchased it years ago when Bella was human and into riding motorcycles. She didn't approve that he had bought it, since bike riding was something that she did with Jacob. In turn, he ended up giving it to me. It was one of my prized possessions. It was painful to rework the bike so people wouldn't recognize it as fairly new, but even if they did, we could say that my "inheritance," from the loss of my parents, paid for it.

Since I didn't have to wait for the girls to finish, I arrived at our new school a little early, the short 7.4 mile drive made it easy to leave late, so here I am at lovely Westview High School. It couldn't be more different than Forks High. This school had a block schedule, which, to my understanding, was the new fad for schools. This meant we would have to be really careful. Eighty-five minutes to a class made it easier for humans to notice something was up.