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For the rest of the day I was in a bad mood, like the really shitty kind where you just want to smash anything within a five meter radius. It's not like I have never been bullied or threatened before, just it had never started on the first day! With my kind of personality you make more enemies than friends.

I practically slept through French. The class just walked all over the teacher and he never ended up giving out work, so took full advantage of that. None of the clones were in my class so I was not being unnecessarily stared at or whispered about, that was really starting to get on my nerves.

I was looking forward to getting to know Kim better, there aren't many people left in the world with her kind of personality and attitude. Well, not that was aware of anyways.

"Hey! Michelle!" Kim called out when I was putting my books back in my locker for the end of school.

"Kim... hi."

"Hi," She breathed when she made it to my locker. "I was wondering if there was anyone picking you up now to take you home."

I snorted. "Psh. No." I said, rolling my eyes. Kim seemed confused at my response but kept talking excitedly.

"Cool! So you can come home with me then," she clapped her hands in an excited manner. "Wait... did you drive here by yourself?"

"Nope," I started and hauled out my skateboard from inside my locker. "I rode this."

"Oh," she nodded, trying to make it look like she knew all about skateboards. But it was pretty obvious that she didn't. "Well we can take that in the car then, I'm sure it will fit."

"Okay, sure."

Kim's car was small. Very small. The roof of the car was quite low, and I could imagine it would be a bit troublesome for Jared to have to ride in here. The car was narrow as well, only fitting two people in the back seats instead of the usual three.

"Today we won't go to my house," Kim said, keeping her eyes on the road. "We're going to go to my friend Emily's house."

"Yay," I deadpanned, looked out the window with disinterest. "More friends."

"Emily is normal, I promise," Kim giggled and took a sharp left turn down a dirt track.

"Does she have any association with the clones?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Yes, but-"

"Then she's not normal," I cut Kim off and folded my arms with a huff.

Kim was silent for ten seconds before she spoke again. "Does that mean that I am not normal?" She asked quietly.

I frowned. Great, she's playing the guilty card. Tread with care, Michelle.

"Yes," I decided with a shrug. "But... you are the nicest not normal person I have ever met," I finished seriously.

Kim just laughed.

"Also," Kim started, driving slowly because of the rough track. "Emily's cousin, Leah, and my other friend Claire will be there. I think you will like them, Leah is a bit blunt like you, and Claire is really nice and caring."

"Like you," I finished for her just as she pulled into a driveway. Kim jumped out of the car and I just focused on not banging my head on the low roof. Seriously, it is a safety hazard.

Kim knocked on the door twice and turned to me. "Can you just wait out here for a few seconds so I can talk to Emily?"

I just nodded and listened to the footsteps that were gradually getting louder as they reached the door. I was a bit nervous to meet these new people; I'm not exactly one for good first impressions.

The door swung open and a beautiful woman greeted Kim in the doorway. "Kim! Hi, the girls are inside." I assumed this to be Emily because of the authority in her voice, and I was immediately drawn to the harsh scars coming down from her eyebrow to her lip. "Oh, who's this?" Emily raised her eyebrows at me.

"Yeah about that, can I speak to you inside for a minute, Em?" Kim eyed me nervously. What? Was I that embarrassing? I gave Kim a sharp look that she cringed at.

"Sure..." Emily said, frowning at me. Not in an angry way, more in a 'who-the-hell-are-you' way. She opened the door wider for Kim to fit through, and then closed it quietly behind her.

I couldn't hear any voices coming from inside, so I assume they are whispering. I take the time to look around the outside of the house. It had a real home-ish feel to it, with all the flower pots and dirty coloured weather boards. There was probably even a white picket fence somewhere too.

"NO WAY!" A voice screeched from inside made me nearly jump out of my skin. It sounded like Emily, but it's not like I could tell from the few seconds I had seen her for. I shuffled my weight from foot to foot, trying to pass the time and not give myself cramps.

Maybe Emily found it shocking that I do skateboarding?

I don't know.

God, I'm asking myself questions and then answering them. I need to eat something before I become even more insane.

"Michelle," I looked up to see Kim standing with an excited looking Emily at the door. "Come inside and meet the other girls," Kim said and grabbed my arm to pull me inside, but Emily snatched it back off her and shook it like a handshake.

"Hi, I'm Emily." She smiled a little too happily at me. Yeah, so much for normal. "I'm Sam's fiancé."

"Okay," I smiled back at her uncertainly. Does she think that I'd steal him from her or something, why would I care who she's getting married to?

"Michelle hasn't met Sam yet," Kim whispered to Emily, taking my arm back to lead me inside. Dude, I'm not some sort of rag doll.

"Oh, right. Silly me." Emily walked inside and headed straight to the kitchen. I looked around the room, the kitchen and lounge room were all one open space and it looked like it was meant for holding lots of people. My eyes settled on the two girls who were both sitting at the dining table. One was sitting with her legs crossed and her back straight, while the others feet were resting on the table keeping her balanced as she leaned back on her chair.

Interesting.

"Michelle, meet Claire and Leah." Kim pointed to the two girls and the one who was called smiled and waved at me. Leah just nodded her head in my direction; her features on her face seemed etched in a permanent scowl. They were both very pretty in their own ways.

Kim gestured for me to sit at the table and I plopped down next to Leah.

She glared at me. I grinned back. Now this was a personality that I could relate to.

"I saw that top at the mall yesterday," Leah started, nodding at my cream coloured t-shirt. "But then I decided that it looked like shit."

"Leah!" Emily scolded from the kitchen, but I just rolled my eyes.

"And I saw yours back in Florida, but then I thought that even a super model couldn't make it look good." I snapped back, and Claire gasped.

Leah just smirked at me and held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Michelle."

"You too."

Emily shook her head in bewilderment, her long black hair swishing as she did so.

"Emily, can we sit back on the couch now?" Claire asked, and I realised they were only sitting at the table for my benefit. How sweet. Wait a second, did she just ask if she could sit somewhere else? It's a house; you don't ask if you can sit down.

"Okay," Emily called out. Claire and Leah jumped up and launched themselves onto one of the leather couches. "Michelle?" I turned around to see Emily holding a large container. "Would you like one of my cookies? I made them this morning."

Holy Mother of Shit, they smell good.

I tried to make myself seem neutral, but the smell of the cookies proved too much and I nodded quickly. Emily let out a small chuckle and handed me the container.

"Take as much as you like," Emily smiled at me and joined Leah and Claire on the couch.

"Mmm." Kim sighed as I opened the container and a waft of cookie smelling air made its way to our noses. "This is Emily's specialty; she makes it for us and the boys all the time."

"Oh, does Emily have children?" I asked, confused. I thought she was engaged?

"No," Kim frowned at me. "Why would you say that?"

"You said 'us and the boys'." I explained and Kim's eyes grew wide. "Who are the boys?"

"Uh..." Kim started nervously. "Well Jared and his friends come around here a lot. It's like their hang out spot."

I should have known.

"So this Sam is like the guy in charge?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust; there was something weird going on here. Kim was hiding something.

"I guess you could say that." Kim said, looking down and fiddling with the hem of her blue jacket.

Hmm...

So he's the gang leader.

I decided to let it go, and enjoy the delicious cookies. The other girls had turned on the television and were watching some sort of game show.

"Hey, Michelle." Leah called out, waving her hand above the top of the couch. "Come here and watch this with us, you too Kim. Oh, and bring the cookies."

I was tempted to tell her to get them herself, but I was a guest, and guests aren't rude. Well, most of them aren't.

"Yes, sir." I grumbled, walking around the couch until I was in front of her and dumped the container of cookies into her outstretched hand. She opened the lid, took out a handful of cookies and stuffed them all into her mouth at once, her jaw working overtime to try and crush all of the food. After finally swallowing the cookies in her mouth, her hand went down to take yet another handful, her eyes never leaving the T.V as she did so.

I'm pretty sure my jaw was on the ground as I just stood there gaping at Leah.

Her eyes flickered to me, and she raised an eyebrow. "What?" She asked with her mouth still full. "I'm hungry."

I just shook my head in bewilderment and sat down on one of the armchairs. The show was pretty boring; the contestant was a greedy little shit and ended up losing all the money and prizes they had collected.

"So, Michelle." Emily said, switching off the T.V. "Do you like to be called Michelle or something else?"

"Michelle or Shelly is fine," I answered, shrugging my shoulders. Maybe it was about time to actually get some friends.

"I like Shelly better," Emily said smiling warmly at me, as did Claire and Kim. Leah just yawned and stretched her long arms out.

"So... what do you think about Paul?" Claire asked innocently, and all of our heads whipped in her direction.

"Uh..." I started. How do I put this nicely? He's an arrogant little shithead who gives me the creeps and gave me a blood nose. "He's... okay?" I half asked, half answered.

Leah scoffed, obviously seeing through my lie.

"He gave me a blood nose," I supplied, and Claire gasped.

"He didn't hit you, did he?" Claire asked quietly, her eyes looking worried. Emily looked murderous, her teeth clenched together in anger.

"No, he didn't hit me." I replied and Claire and Emily visibly relaxed, Kim looked intrigued, she didn't know how I got hurt either. I wasn't going to say that I walked into his chest; that would just be way too embarrassing. "Why did you ask what I thought of Paul?"

Emily, Claire, Leah and Kim all shared a look, and I watched them suspiciously.

"Uh, well..."

"Because truthfully, I really dislike him." I admitted and Leah raised her eyebrows in fake surprise, she could just tell by the way I said his name that I didn't like him. I poked my tongue out at her.

"He's not too bad." Kim smiled sympathetically at me and grabbed for a cookie, nibbling it at the edges.

"Yeah," Leah said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Once you get past the arrogance-"

"Rudeness." Emily butted in.

"Short temper." Claire piped up and giggled.

"Freakishly long toe-nails." Leah shuddered and closed her eyes. I laughed at her obvious discomfort. "Seriously, they are the most disgusting thing on planet earth. Excluding the leeches, of course."

Emily shot Leah a glare and her eyes widened. Her eyes swung towards me and they all waited for my reaction.

What is with these people? Why must their lives be one huge secret?

"Yeah, I hate leeches too." I shrugged, shuffling under the weight of their eyes. "They're all gooey and they suck blood, I don't like anything that sucks blood."

"Good," Leah said, and let out a short laugh.

Uh-huh, great. What is that supposed to mean?

"Do they take steroids?" I blurted out before I could stop myself, like these guys are going to tell me the truth. Who tells some stranger that their fiancé/boyfriend/I have no idea (Leah and Claire) takes drugs?

"Who?" Leah frowned. Yeah that's right, you play dumb. I'm sure the motherfucking police will believe you too.

"The clones."

Leah just let out another short laugh.

Bitch, it's not funny, drugs are bad. Emily rolled her eyes at Kim and Claire.

"No. No way," She answered, raking her hands through her short hair. "It's probably just the Quileute genes, they're all pretty tall." Sure, whatever you say.

"Another question," I smiled sweetly and reached in for another cookie. Damn, they are good. "Are you two related?" I pointed Emily and Leah.

"Yeah," They said at the same time.

"Leah is my cousin." Emily smiled at Leah, who just stared back at her. There was an awkward silence that was filled with the sound of me munching my cookie. I looked back from Leah to Emily, I was obviously missing something. Emily broke the gaze and stared down at her hands as Leah smirked triumphantly.

...Okay.

Claire cleared her throat awkwardly and offered to get everyone some water. No one answered so she just drummed her hands on her leg nervously.

"Soo..." I started and huffed when no one turned to face me. "I should be going home soon; my Mom will be worried if I get back too late." Not a chance. "Uh, Kim? Could you drive me back, please?"

"Huh?" She shook her head and looked at me. I just stared expectantly back at her. "Oh, right. Bye guys."

"Oh, bye Shelly!" Emily jumped up from the couch and pulled me into a hug. I patted her back awkwardly and pushed her away lightly. "It was so nice to meet you."

"Yeah," I scratched the back of my head and started to back away to the door. "Adios, Claire and Leah," I waved at them and they waved back half-heartedly.

Just as Kim was about to drive away, I got an idea. I should so ask Emily for the recipe of those cookies! I could have a whole batch to myself... yum. My Mom hates baking.

"Kimmy?" I said and then cringed at the nickname I gave her. Ew, it sounds so... girly. "I just need to go inside and get something from Emily; can you just wait here for a sec?"

"Sure, take your time!"

I raced back to the house and pulled open the door.

"Hey, Emily I was just wondering... if... I... could..." My eyes widened and my words caught in the back of my throat. I had rounded the corner and just interrupted Emily making out with some half naked guy. Very awkward. "Er, I'll just... go then." I whispered hastily and turned around to go, but the dude must have heard me.

Cue another awkward moment.

"Wait," He pulled himself reluctantly off Emily and faced me. I turned around slowly and groaned inwardly. Oh, great. Another clone. Is this some kind of cult, or something? 'Cause if it is, that means that this guy must be the gang leader! Oh my god I'm gonna die.

"Yes?" I replied meekly.

"You must be Michelle." He said and his chest rumbled with his deep voice. This. Is. So. Weird. "I'm Sam," Ohh... Emily's fiancé... that would explain some things. Like that she was making out with him... yeah...

"Hi."

All three of us were silent, and I scratched the back of my neck to hide my annoyance.

"Did you need anything, Shelly?" Emily asked embarrassment clear in her voice at being caught in an intimate moment. Wait, where's Claire and Leah?

"Huh? Yeah I was just wondering if you could make a copy of that cookie recipe for me. They were really good!" I smiled at her and she beamed back.

"Of course!" She walked over to the kitchen and took out a piece of paper from one of the drawers. "You can borrow this for a while; I have cooked them so much I don't really need it anymore."

"Cool-"

"YO, Emily! Can we have some food? I'm STARVING!" I whirled around 'meeped' at the group of shirtless boys who had just trampled through the front door.

"Embry! Don't order her around like that!" Sam growled and I snickered at him. Ha, I'd hate to get growled at by the gang leader.

Embry pouted but kept walking into the room. I managed to spot Claire's long black hair at the back of the boys, how I did that, I have no idea. They were all freaking huge and she wasn't really that tall. Anywho.

"Michelle?" Oh, crap. That was Paul's voice. "What are you doing here?" He had stepped forward and his face was a mix of wonder and confusion. What a weirdo.

"None of your business," I said flatly and took the recipe off Emily. I tried to keep my eyes on the ground, or Paul's face, but I couldn't help but stare at his impressive muscles. Holy crap I didn't even know that it was possible to get an eight pack! I tore my eyes off his abs before he could notice I was ogling.

Too late.

"I practically live here," Paul said, smirking at me and flexing his arm muscles. What a stuck up jerk. "So it is my business, so tell me."

Pfft. He is so deluded. I just glared at him and pushed past everyone to get out the door, winking when I came to Embry, and smiling in goodbye when I made it to Claire and Leah. They seemed reasonably nice, well sort of, a bit weird but everyone is weird here so I better get used to it.

"Wait! Don't go!" Paul called out in anguish. What a bipolar freak, I wasn't going to commit suicide, stop making such a huge fuss.

I practically sprinted to Kim's car and jumped in.

"Go, go, go!" I yelled in panic, looking out my window to see that Paul was making his way to the car with a hurt expression on his face. Kim raised her eyebrow at me, but drove out of the driveway quickly.

I need some coffee.

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