A/N: Again I am SOOOOO sorry it took so long to post this chapter…but I'm on Spring Break now (woo hoo!) so I'm going to try to post a lot this week… thanks so much to all of those who have remained patient and kept reading, I know it can be annoying but I'm really trying!

Chapter 15

Natalie's Point of View

I have been living with my father for about a month, and it's driving me crazy that Edward hasn't shown any interest in me at all. I mean, I understand that it's a little weird considering he kind of considers my father to be his too, but he's not biologically related or anything! Oh, the joys of teenage drama. It's really quite strange actually. I never thought I'd see the day when this was once again my biggest concern: boys. Obviously I cared in my first life, but ever since then meeting my father had been my number one priority. Now that I have met him, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I have taken up so many of my old hobbies and even new ones but nothing seems to keep me busy enough. I started dancing again, and I'm now playing volleyball and cheerleading, not to mention just yesterday I decided to run for student body president after theater practice…the only reason being is I play a queen in the current production and it sounded fun having power, even if it wasn't real power.

The hardest part is that I keep thinking about the future even more than boys. Now that I've met my father, is the deal off? Will I die on my 25th birthday this time? And if not I actually have to decide what I want to do with my life. I mean, I've decided before, but if I ended up not liking it that was fine because I was only going to be in the business for 4 or 5 years anyway.

No matter what the circumstances, my mind has never been the type to concentrate on just one thing at a time. Even if I was going straight from cheerleading practice to theater rehearsals to dance lessons, there was still time in between to think. And I long ago mastered the art of multitasking. And the thought of an actual, permanent death is making it impossible be relaxed. Of course I don't show this side of me to anyone else, that's not who I am supposed to be. I am supposed to be the person that relaxes a room by entering and always has a smile, joke, laugh, or shoulder to cry on available. So instead of acting freaked out all the time, I act like my usual self in public and the second I'm alone for the night I panic about every tense thought that has passed my mind through the day and for five minutes go through torture.

Am I going to die this time or not?

What do I want to do with my life?

Does this shirt look good with these shoes?

Where's Katie! I need to talk to her NOW and can't find her!—Oh, there she is…awkward moment…

Seriously though, what am I going to do?

Should I talk to my Dad about all this stuff?

Naw, I can handle this on my own.

Maybe.

I'M SCARED OUT OF MY MIND!

Why doesn't he like me!

What am I going to do?

And as a result, I get around four hours of sleep a night and look like a zombie when my alarm clock goes off, so it's a good thing I am good at doing makeup. It's one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me… because I can be exhausted and ready to pass out, but every time I close my eyes another thought pops into my head.

It's Friday night and I was supposed to sleep over at Katie's while the family went hunting but, just my luck, Katie wasn't feeling well. Of course I felt bad for her, but I was severely depressed I was going to be by myself all weekend. The family offered to stay, but I plastered the same fake smile on my face that I usually do now and told them "of course I would be fine!" and "I'm not going to get in the way of your health!"(Jokingly of course). And apparently I am a much better actress than I thought because what I actually wanted to say was: "Thank you for not leaving because now I'm afraid of everything that moves and isn't human" and "I would rather you not hunt for a year than have you leave!"

I checked the alarm clock on the nightstand to my right, it was 4:30 in the morning and I couldn't sleep at all! I decided that I wasn't going to sit here and just accept inner turmoil any longer, I was at least going to go somewhere and face inner turmoil. Okay, that doesn't make much sense, but I wasn't going to get this monkey off my back either way and it seemed more productive to get out of the house. I could call my family but the probability of me still being willing to tell them when they got here was slim to none. I had to do something irrational and crazy and stupid right now just to get my mind off it.

I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs; I grabbed the keys to Alice's Porsche and got in the driver's seat. So, technically I'm not supposed to be doing this, but I've driven plenty of times before and I wasn't going to get in a crash. Without any real plans to go anywhere I started driving down the long drive and debating what my options were. I didn't want to go to a club of any sort first of all because they repulsed me and second because I wouldn't be allowed in. Most everything else was probably closed. I was about to turn around and go back home when I remembered that there was a a drag race course of sorts not too far away from Forks. It was a long stretch of rode deserted by regular drivers 99% of the time and constantly had cars and their drivers lined up waiting to race. I had secretly gone with Emmett a few times to watch, and always wanted to actually race it, but he said I couldn't because according to my nonexistent license I was too young.

Chances were that no one would be there, which I had no problem with; I just needed to drive my hectic feelings out—and fast. Surprisingly though, there were cars there. But no one was brave enough to go up against the champion of the night. Most of the people in the small crowd of spectators had a beer in hand and it didn't seem like the first of the night either, but the driver seemed sober, so I decided to give him a run for his money.

When I stepped out of the car there were a few low whistles and compliments were showered upon me, which did make me feel quite good…but I had a feeling that it had more to do with the fact that they were probably so drunk they couldn't tell you which way the sky was than the fact I actually looked that hot-because I really didn't.

I got out of my car and walked over to the most current winner and held up a hundred dollar bill that was technically supposed to be for food this weekend, but I had a good feeling I'd win, and if I didn't, there was plenty in the house already.

"I bet you can't beat me-your other wins were just beginner's luck after all" I said smirking as I slapped the bill onto the hood of his car while he just looked at me as if I was out of my mind. When he didn't reply I just kept going, "What, you're afraid you'll lose? Maybe racing me would be a bit much to handle…"

As soon as those words came out of my mouth he was no longer shocked, but determined to beat me. "Now hold on, little lady, I just thought you were kidding me, but apparently you actually think you know what you're doing."

"Know what I'm doing? What? Do I look stupid or something?" Okay, I had to admit I was sleep deprived and not ready to be referred to as young and stupid… plus I had a competitive side you wouldn't believe.

"I don't think you look stupid, just young." He pointed out. A group of semi-sober looking people started to edge closer behind him as he spoke.

"Well that's my business now isn't it? So you just go start your engine and get ready to lose." The more he pointed out how young I was, the more snarky I got, I think he started to realize that so he left and got ready for the race.

We both pulled up to the starting line and some random, hippy-looking girl held a green flag up in the air. The second it came down I was already pushing 60 mph going on 80. Within a minute I was nearing 120 mph and getting faster still, Rosalie must have boosted the engine because it wasn't having even the slightest problem. My competition was behind me, but I wasn't satisfied my how much so I gave up on keeping the speed of the car under pretty much any control and fully pressed down on the gas. We were coming up to the only turn which made me nervous only because he had the inside lane and if he didn't slow down at least a little bit we would no doubt crash, but there was no way I was backing down, so I just sent up a silent prayer I wouldn't die. He stomped on the brakes last minute and we were both spared from the terrible crash, but as I he started to gain speed he began gaining on me FAST.

We were so close to the end when I noticed something that told automatically told me I was going to lose. Not the race, just every freedom I may ever have. Three of the most beautiful people on the planet were standing in the crowd looking angrier than I had ever seen them. I considered slowing down therefore giving up on winning the race, but decided against it- they had already seen everything, even if I lost, they still would have seen me pushing a car that wasn't even mine close to 200 mph in a street race.

I crossed the finish line-which I had silently renamed the line of doom- half a second earlier than my opponent. I got out of the car, collected my money and walked with my head down towards the three members of my family. The entire crowd was cheering and boisterously requesting a rematch-except for those three. When I got there I looked up at the disappointed faces of Rosalie, Jasper, and my father.

A/N: Soooooo…what do you think? Natalie finally acted like a normal teenager! It actually took a lot of planning for me to write this chapter just because there was so much in between the lines, so just in case you missed it, here it is: Natalie is slowly becoming used to being treated like a teenager instead of an adult. She's starting to realize that if she makes a mistake she isn't going to have to take serious consequences: like getting fired, living out on the street, a new group home, etc. And she's taking advantage of it. Like I mentioned in the story, she finally gets to deal with normal teenage dramas so she's feeling normal teenage emotions for the first time- which is making her a little rebellious(: I just think it's cool because after 300-something years of being an adult she can feel like a normal teen should…Anyways…not all of you know this (actually most of you don't) but it was recently my birthday and as a present I would really really really like reviews! IMPORTANT!: I really want to know what all of you think and how/what parts of the story you like…so if you really love me & my story…please give me 7 reviews by the time I post the next chapter!(: (7 is my lucky #)