Here's chapter six.

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, duh! All I own is the plot to this story.

********************Nessie******************************************

I recognized some of the faces as I walked into my classroom. Jake had talked the principal into letting me go straight into seventh grade. I assumed it was something to do with my growth rate, so I could fit in easier. Luckily for me I had Tom and Oliver, twin brothers, with me; they were shape-shifters also, and though I hadn't really spoken to them often, they seemed to welcome me quite graciously. This, I suspected, was also Jake's doing.

"Just do what we do, pretend you're listening, and they'll never call on you," Oliver whispered to me, so low I knew nobody but me had heard. We sat near the front, another ploy, I was sure, that we were paying attention. Much to my disappointment, however, I found I didn't need to pay attention; the teacher, Mr. Stolls, was lecturing over the American revolution. Daddy had taught me all about American history, not to mention, world history, geography, stocks, and some other stuff.

The rest of the class was pretty much the same, it seemed a member of my family had already taught me every subject Mr. Stolls lectured. I began to get really bored, and I yawned. When would this day ever end?

Thankfully, Tom and Oliver kept me somewhat entertained, when they had the opportunity anyway. They took turns sending spit wads into various parts of the classroom, one even into Mr. Stolls shaggy hair. They offered me a straw, but I declined, too worried that, with my luck, I'd get caught. Finally, around 10: 30, we were dismissed for a break.

"Break?" I asked Tom, as we walked out the door, " Like lunch time already?"

They looked at me like I'd just sprouted rabbit ears. Tom replied, "Well, not exactly, it's more like a quick snack, since we start school so early here, we get out earlier than regular schools, plus electives aren't required here, so we get out at around twelve twenty."

Oliver interrupted, "Yea, and these turds figure as long as they don't have us till four they don't have to feed us lunch, so we only get a twenty minute break."

"Oh," was all I said. So it was more like Asian schools? I shrugged, that was fine by me I guess. I made my way towards one of the outside benches, Tom and Oliver both followed. I figured maybe they were keeping an eye on me, and the thought upset me, I didn't want them to hang out with me just because they had orders to do so, I wanted friends.

They sat one on each side of me.

"So," I asked casually, "what are you guys going to snack on?"

Both boys grinned, and pulled out an identical paper bag. It was bulging. They each pulled out what looked like a huge sandwich, a bag of chips, some leftover lasagna in Tupperware, a piece of watermelon, the biggest blueberry muffin I had ever seen, and a coke.

My eyes grew large, "That's a snack?" I asked.

Oliver looked confused, "Yeah, this will only keep us till about one," he looked over at my bare hands, noticing I had nothing, "Why? Did you want some?" He looked worried, afraid I'd say yes probably. I laughed out loud.

Both boys looked at each other confused. I could see how people could mistake them now, they looked identical.

"No, no, I don't even like human food much, to be honest," I admitted. They laughed with me.

"Well, I'd let you suck my blood but I'm afraid there's too many witnesses around," said Tom, trying to keep a straight face. He failed, of course, and had us all laughing again.

Ok, so maybe they weren't just hanging out with me on orders. I smiled…friends. Jake was the only friend I had outside of my family. I watched the two boys as they stuffed their faces. They managed to eat and laugh at the same time. I noticed how small they were compared to most shape-shifters I'd seen. Then again, they were only supposed to be like twelve. How weird, I thought. Curiosity got the better of me.

"How come you guys changed so young? I mean, don't you all usually get all humongous and old looking first?" I said.

Oliver looked at Tom; Tom looked pensive for a moment, then said, "Actually, I don't know, one day we were running around the forest, chasing our dog Snookums 'cuz he'd stolen a hot dog from Oliver, and then we smelled something horrible," he took another bite of his sandwich, "and the next thing we knew we were wolves."

"Yeah, but when everyone else found out, they were just as confused as we were, considering when we changed back we still looked like little kids," Oliver continued, "See, when Colin and Brady transformed, they were kids too, but after being a wolf, they went from looking like a thirteen year old kid to about nineteen. It really freaked out their moms too."

"Yeah," laughed Tom, "she didn't even recognize them after their first transformation was over."

I hesitated, "Wait, did you just say you were chasing a dog to get a hot dog back?"

Tom grinned, "Well, it was a really good hot dog."

I made a gagging sound, but laughed. I guess it made sense for a wolf to steal back a hot dog from a dog.

"So, anyway, I guess we're like, I don't know, shape- shifters gone wrong or something," finished Oliver, finishing the rest of his meal. I yearned to find out more but at that moment-

"Yikes! It's already been thirty minutes! We're late!" exclaimed Tom.

Crap, my first day of school and I'm already late.

We hurried inside, careful not to go any faster than human speed.

"Oh and that awful smell," said Oliver as we were nearing the classroom, "don't worry, you don't smell anything like it," he smiled at me, "you smell amazing."

We burst into the classroom and quickly took our seats, a stern looking Mr. Stolls raising his eyebrows at us, but I didn't mind too much, I was blushing.

Alright, alright, so maybe some of you can guess what may or may not happen in the near future, but you'll see . Please let me know what you all think, thanks!