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Full Moon
Topic Started: Nov 21 2008, 01:38 AM (818 Views)
Lossien
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I cursed in my head in five different languages as I ran slowly (or slowly as far as I was concerned) to the science room. I was already unimpressed with this 'school', and was wishing I had never come here.

Three weeks ago, while lazing under the moon of the Tuscan sky, I had heard a light rumor of the Vulturi on the move. I had immediately left for the US, packing most of my things to be shipped later. Remembering a layover I had once been forced to suffer through in a dreary no-where town, I made my way there and bought myself a house. It then became fairly difficult to keep myself hidden and surrounded by humans until I came up with the idea of high school. I had yet to attend any formal schooling in the 19 years I had been alive, as well as the 623 years I had been, well, not alive.

It was easy to dazzle my way into classes, the administration seemed to love me. The night before I had even come up with the perfect story for myself - a Chinese student who could not speak well, but who was very smart and could read English very well. The trick was spending my first day speaking with a Chinese accent and thinking in Mandarin. So long as I thought in Mandarin or Cantonese it would be the first language out of my mouth. That was a handy trick I had learned long ago.

The science door was right in front of me, and I continued my silent cursing, this time entirely in Mandarin. I was being quite loud within my own head, knowing that I was canceling all other thoughts. It was the plan to stop me from learning too much too fast, though I didn't see that going to well. If I had learned Mandarin in an evening, I could learn science in an hour.

I knocked politely on the door and waited patiently for the teacher to come and open it. I knew that he was annoyed - anyone with eyes in their head would be able to see that. I also hated the slow speed that humans had. That was a very quick, fleeting Cantonese thought amongst the Mandarin and I banished it completely. If this wasn't taking enough of my brain power, I would make myself start speaking in the different local People's Republic of China dialects, starting alphabetically and then switching to the dialects of the Republic of China.

Once the teacher opened the door, I bowed slightly. I needed to appear as if I was fresh off the boat. Or plane, as it were.

"Sorly, sorly sirl. Ah ahm sutudento fo siencu classu." I hated speaking with that horrible accent, but it worked to throw most people off. They were focused so hard on trying to understand me that their instincts took second place.

"What? Oh, yes... Heyang Lay-oh?" He asked, horribly mispronouncing my name. I cringed internally, shouting my own name even as I said it softly out loud.

"Xiang Lao," I corrected him, bowing slightly again.

"Err, yes. Mr. Lao." I cringed again, this time outwardly. Lao was my first name, and anyone worth his salt would know this small tidbit of Chinese culture. How on earth could a science teacher not know this?

He looked at a seating chart, and I caught a glimpse of it. I was sitting next to a girl named Sophia Clermont. There was an Elizabeth Swan and Renesmee Cullen nearby as well. The name Cullen sent a warning shot through me, as which vampire in their right mind had not heard of the infamous clan? I glanced quickly at the corresponding girl and was very slightly confused by her brown eyes until I remembered the tidbit of information about the half-vampire-half-human child the Cullen clan had created. It was a shame, really, that it hadn't kept the Volturi in America any longer. I had finally been able to enjoy Italy in the time of their visit. In fact, it was the first time I had been to Italy in... 400? No, 600 years.

I chucked very lowly to myself, that sentence had some great alliteration in Cantonese. So I said it again in Cantonese as opposed to Mandarin and laughed loudly within the privacy of my own head. Then I made sure to look as human as I could, for the teacher turned the seating chart back over. It had only been a moment, and yet I had been able to think everything through that I needed to. This was going to be a long and arduous class.

I sat down in the desired seat and rifled through my bag, passing the binder for my morning classes (grade twelve geography, grade ten history) and grabbed the binder for grade eleven science. I had yet to go to either of my morning classes today, because of some stupid hikers in the woods. I knew my thoughts were getting agitated, slipping in some French and Albanian words as I remembered the look on the hiker's faces when they saw me this morning. Then me, trying desperately to communicate to them (in that accent, once again) that I was not skipping, in my country school started later and ended later. Then that slow and painful walk, no, more of a dawdle back to the city, then having to take the bus to the school. If there had been no hikers, I could have run back to my house and walked contently from there.

I took the sheets from a classmate as they handed them to me, glancing at them once and knowing that I would no longer need them. After a couple of centuries you learn to remember something you have seen only once. I was not looking forwards to grade eleven vocal music after this, as I knew I would be forced to sing with that horrible accent.

And it was at that point that my whole day suddenly brightened. I knew, in that moment, that if I could slowly (over the course of one or two weeks) break the accent and sound more and more normal, or at least normal for this geographical location, then I wouldn't have to try so hard. Or focus so much. Though, in truth, it wasn't taking much concentration, it was annoying.

I glanced around the room, mere moments after I had entered. People were staring at me, and I smiled shyly in return. That is what they would expect. The I saw a very good looking guy, and I knew that if someone could read my thoughts, Mandarin or no, they could understand my next thought.

I would do him, he is totally sexy. I gave him a very flirtatious smile and then looked over at the girl next to me. She seemed to be giving me an odd look, and I assumed that I was not acting human enough. So I leaned over slightly, a habit I hated. With vampires, I could have stayed exactly where I was and not had to raise my voice at all, but with humans, I would have to lean in and then pitch my voice to a volume that the teacher just might overhear.

"Wha hahve whe coverldo so farl?" I asked, purposefully using the very Asian l/r sound that most people assumed we all used. I could speak the Queen's English perfectly, and I was Asian. Though, to be truthful, I had spent my human years learning the European languages.

I shifted slightly in my chair to look at the Sophia girl better. She was pretty, definitely. If not for her eyes, I would almost say she was a...

Unfortunately, the French word for vampire slipped unbidden into my mind, as there was definitely no word in Mandarin or Cantonese for it. Because those cultures had so rarely met one of us, there was no need for the terminology. I knew my own amber eyes widened slightly under their black contacts, and I was thinking pretty rapidly. Were humans capable of being as beautiful as vampires? I just might be meeting proof of that at this moment.
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Science dragged by in a never ending hour. By the time the first fifteen minutes were up, I had started glancing at the clock every four seconds. The teacher was painfully slow, even for a human, at speaking the lesson plan. I ended up pulling the thoughts from his head, writing things down that had yet to reach the chalkboard. Since that wasn't enough to cure my sudden case of boredom, I paid attention to my classmates. Particularly this Elizabeth Swan. It was the same girl who had been in the cafeteria earlier. Eating alone. It was that same diluted smell from a few days ago. It clicked within the moment, that this must be the Elizabeth from across the street, who hadn't been eating or drinking, or any other normal human stuff. But why?

I was careful never to hold her gaze as she peered at me several times during the lesson. Her thoughts differed from others. I knew that my kind, the vampire half, were extraordinarily beautiful to them. It wasn't a secret. So while others were awed, or angry with it, Elizabeth seemed sickened. Her stomach rolled at any glimpse of excessive pretty it seemed. That was never a good thing with several vampires, and two half breeds roaming the school.

Someone knocked on the door just then, and a new wave of thoughts made its way into my head. My eyebrows furrowed for a fourth of a second, before my face relaxed again. It was Mandarin. I'd heard it in a movie before. I had also heard Cantonese so I was able to tell the difference between the two languages, whereas most of the kids in this room would just call them Chinese. As if there were such a language.

The boy, Lao, was seated right next to me on the seating chart. My hand twitched out and shifted my books, in a move that was again much too fast. Only a half second as opposed to one or two. If I didn't stop that I was going to get myself n some trouble. The Chinese boy, who was exceptionally beautiful, sat down next to me, and his scent caught my nose. After peering at his face, I had been expecting a sweet vampire fragrance. Instead it was a smell that was only slightly off human, which threw me for a moment.

I paid more attention now, to his thoughts. They were strange, and quick. Though I didn't yet understand the language, I understood when one thought started and ended. Some thoughts would start in the middle of another, and he would think both through completely at the same time. The only other mind in the room, other then mine, that was doing that was Renesmee. Hers was thinking Jacob, and school, with traces of a planned hunting trip this evening. My nostrils flared for a brief moment while I took in her scent and then Lao's again. Definite difference. We smelled much sweeter then the humans, who all smelled like food, slightly. Not enough to provoke attack.

I looked away from him as he began to rummage through his bag (his binders were labeled in Mandarin and English) though I continued to listen. Just as I was still listening to Elizabeth. Her thoughts were swirling now, around the possibility of Matt hitting on her, which he was. The two were passing a note back and forth.

"I would do him, he is totally sexy" I stopped myself before i turned too quickly. I did however let my eyes snap over to Lao, who was looking at Andrew across the room. I turned my head slower then my eyes had reacted, to consider him for a moment. He looked at me then, confusion tracing his features for a second before he leaned in toward me. Anyone could tell he was going to ask me something, so to make it easier for him, I leaned in as well. It was rather annoying, as I would have heard him just fine, but it was part of the oh so important human facade.

"Wha hahve whe coverldo so farl?" He asked. The girl across from him furrowed her eyebrows, as she tried to decipher what he had just said, and the boy to the other side of him was laughing silently to himself, also unable to understand. I knew what he said, and immediately pulled my binder over, snapping open my three metal rings as I went. I pulled two pages from the binder, before sliding it back over to its former position. The sheets had all my notes, and any and all added notes from the class discussion that inevitably happened every time someone felt the need to ask a question. I looked at him again, as I shifted my lab stool closer to explain what was going on in the lesson. He was staring at me, yammering away in his head in Mandarin.

I stopped. Froze up entirely when the french word for Vampire danced through his mind. One shock was that he knew french. The other was that he was still staring at me, as if he had made the connection of me, to those of the french vampire legends. If he had been to France, surely there was the possibility that he had come across the few stories that were situated there. And the Chinese were a highly superstitious people. Yeah that made sense. The only other option for him knowing this, was that he were a vampire as well. But his scent was too far off. Nowhere near Vampire, or even half like Renesmee and myself, as I checked earlier.

I relaxed as he continued with his vampire thought, doubt now tracing every inch of it. He had obviously seen some of the human side, that set me apart from the French legends. I smiled at him, and pointed to the sheets, explaining what he had missed in the first twenty two and a half minutes of class. I was speaking in a hushed voice, though not a whisper. Surely the teacher would give me no trouble for helping the foreign kid. And Lao had asked.
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I looked up when the new student came in but his apparent prettiness caused me to look away. I didn't understand why there were so many overly pretty people in this town. My eyes scanned the room instead, avoiding three certain people. Everyone was staring at our bench which made me shrink back a bit.

The teacher cleared his throat and continued the lesson, droning on again. Sophie had pulled her notes out for the new student, Lao. I leaned my head on my hand, still facing the front of the classroom. There was no use getting caught slacking on the first day. Beside me Matt was writing down the notes on the board still along with the rest of the class. I'd already written them down instead of chatting or paying attention to the classmates. In my old school, we'd never had much time to write down the notes so everyone had learned to write faster and use short forms.

A sense of fatigue suddenly came over me. A light yawn escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered closed. I tried to keep them open but the more I tried to stay awake, the more the droning voice of the teacher put me to sleep. Soon my eyes softly closed, my head sliding from my hand and onto the desk lightly.

When my eyes opened I was walking down a road. The buildings around me were all white box houses, all similar. I turned around, my eyes staring at the never ending rows of white houses. Looking up, I noticed the sky. It was sunny but there were dark clouds coming in quickly. A fog was setting around me as I stood. A sense of danger washed over me, like something lurking behind me. I whipped around as a shadow darted behind a nearby house. My heart skipped a beat.

Before I knew it, my feet were moving, running down the street toward a mass of dark green at the far end of the street. I was getting closer to the forest but my feet were moving slowly and I couldn't run any faster. The creature behind me was catching up as I tried to run harder. Ahead of me was someone standing at the edge of the forest. They seemed safe, quite the opposite of the thing following me. The creature was right behind me, I could feel a sense of a cold touch to my shoulder. It was closer and closer with every second, slowly chilling me to the bone until-

I opened my eyes, fear tracing every single part of my eyes. My body was tense and I shivered, still remembering the cold feeling of the creature from my dream. It was the same dream I'd had before but this time it had seemed more terrifying. I shakily reached forward for my pencil and glanced up at the teacher. He hadn't seemed to notice me falling asleep at all. Pulling my binder closer I began to doodle, trying to calm my nerves. Before I knew it I was drawing the glimpse of the creature I'd seen. I glanced down at it and quickly closed my binder, my feet tapping quickly on the bottom of the stool I sat on.

My nerves were getting the better of me so I took a calming breath and put my pen to a scrap piece of paper. I began writing out a few music notes, the shakiness of my hand lessening with each stroke of the pen. I glanced up at Sophie and Lao across the table from me. Lao was still copying notes though his eyes seemed pained by the very action of writing. It was weird because he wasn't copying them slowly or anything, in fact he was writing them at a speed just below my own. I glanced at Sophie who seemed a little preoccupied, her eyes looking around at different people but glancing back at Lao when needed. I blinked and looked back down at my music.





((Sorry, I know it's not that long but that's all this little human could do without going too far ahead))
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I glanced, too quickly, at the girl across from Sophie... Elizabeth Swan. She had just woken up from something relatively frightening. I cursed in three languages in my head (Old Latin, Mandarin, and Old Italian, my instinctive languages) when I realized the quickness of my glance, and then cursed long and fluently as soon as I realized my thought had been in a language other than Mandarin.

I shifted my paper and continued to write, relatively quickly for a human, but inhumanely slow for a vampire. It was agonizing, and it took me a moment to realize what I was writing.

I glanced up at what the teacher was speaking about, and the slide currently on the projector. It was not what I was copying down from Sophie's notes. The teacher was giving us a dirty look for a moment, and then realized what was going on. He pulled the next slide up and I was unsurprised at what it was. I had written this three pages ago. It was amazing, that the girl had been quick enough to write these ahead...

No, she shouldn't have been able to do that. I looked at where she was sitting, even as I continued to write notes. She was not looking at the pile of sheets the teacher had, as had been my first guess. Maybe she had failed this class before? But no, something about her seemed older, but she had an aura of extreme youth around her. An innocence I usually only saw with children under the age of 10. Maybe... a seven year old. I had met my share of children over the past... 623 years, and she reminded me of a seven year old, approximately. I could be wrong, she might have a learning disability or something, and so I was guessing wrong. I had never been in a school before, so I didn't know how these things worked.

I made the mistake of glancing into her eyes then, and quickly looked away. Again, too quickly. I cursed under my breath in Cantonese and tried not to look into her pretty face. Instead, I found my eyes covertly looking towards the Cullen; Renesmee. She was as beautiful as Sophie, and had a similar stillness, or more of a forced movement. As if it was something she was thinking about, on some level.

To the normal eye, this would be imperceptible. To a quick vampire eye such as myself, it was a dead tipoff. It started scenting slightly, and then stopped abruptly and made myself sneeze, as if that's what I had been doing. Again I cursed at letting myself be almost caught, and then was fairly disappointed in myself. I had been cursing way too much in the past... minute.

Had my entire sojourn in a high school class been only seven minutes to this moment? I looked, painfully slowly, at least three seconds from the start of my eyes moving to the point they reached the clock and returned, and realized that it had been twelve minutes. The Elizabeth girl had been asleep for approximately six of those twelve minutes, or half of the time I had been in the class room. I had arrived late, and I was not sure of how long the classes ran. In the entire administrative process, not one person had shown me the times for classes. I was told which classes, and when lunch ended, as well as when classes started in the morning. No one told me when lunch started, or when school ended in the afternoon. There was nothing for me compare to, and there was no information for the math behind this to figure out when the classes started and ended.

So, this Sophie looked a lot like Renesmee and vampires... could she be another half breed? I guess I wouldn't know until I could smell her, but I would have to be much more careful and vigilant. Humans tended to pretend they imagined it when I did something wrong, with their tenacious need to have everything be normal. I scratched a symbol into my paper that was at a counterpoint to the other screeches of humans writing. Unbeknown to the humans, they tended to create an entire symphony to a vampire as they wrote, falling into rhythms and notes as they wrote. My scratch was a complete discord, and I was not surprised when Renesmee glanced over in irritation. I was surprised, however, when Sophie glanced over.

So yes, they would both smell me scenting. And they would know what it was, or at least, Renesmee would. Every vampire knew that sound. I knew to pretend not too even as I internally quaked at that sound. 567 years since I learned I need not fear it, and even now my instincts took over and my fight or flight tried to take effect. Usually flight won. I was fast, I was not strong, and I had enough of a mind to remember that even in a vampire-induced panic.

I completed the notes and then looked up. Sophie and I were done the pages, and the teacher was now six pages behind. He was working his way through it, but it would take him the rest of the class to do them. I started writing up page dividers for the different units within the semester, and then once that was done glanced at the clock again.

Not enough time had passed.
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"I'm so sorry we're this late I reset all the clocks in the house to England time" I had not thought that we would need to hunt so soon after arriving here in America and didn't expect for it to take so long.

"That's alright I understand it's what your used to" the young woman at the desk smiled sweetly at me as she handed me the schedules "Here are your schedules now hurry and get to your class" I thanked her and left the attendance office to meet Christian by our locker.

The school had a lot of activities that went on there was a lot of trip to Europe witch I knew Christian would insist on taking part in. As I walked through the halls I noticed what some of the other students were wearing witch made me feel out of sorts. I had chosen to wear a short black and gray plaid skirt, my British flag T-shirt, and my heeled mary-janes with knee high stockings. I decided to see what classes i had this term and it looked like I had a spare at this time what luck.

Christian stood waiting by the locker not noticing all the girls the gave him adoring looks like they would ever have a chance. As I approached him those same girls gave me dirty looks witch did not bother me much. I thought this would happen if I came to high school most girls would give anything to look the way I did.

"So what's our first class?" I looked up at him as he spoke to me in only french it was more comfortable for him this way.

"French then I have advance calculus but at the moment I have a spare" I handed him his schedule so he could see for himself. As he read through it I noticed he had taken the beret I had put on him off "Wheres your beret?

My question took him off guard as he looked confused when he looked up at me so I pointed to his head "Oh your not supposed to wear a hat in school" he stated taking mine off as he explained "wouldn't want to get in trouble on the first day of school now would you?" he whispered quietly into my ear.

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it but as for now I never knew it wasn't allowed" I grabbed my hat and put it back on it went with my outfit so nicely I didn't want to take it off well not yet.

He closed the locker then took me by the hand and pulled me off in the direction of what seemed to be a painting of the Mona Lisa holding paintbrushes. This must be the art hallway but I thought he had math right now. I started to looked at the room numbers from what I saw he was in room 123 witch should be around this area.

Once we arrived at his classroom he kissed me gently "I'll see you in drama class" he knocked on the door and a middle aged man appeared in the door way "Sorry I'm late I'm Christian Porter" the man looked at him then motioned for him to go in. He gave me one last smile then disappeared into the classroom leaving me to explore the school on my own.
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I was on the edge of my seat, not literally, when Elizabeth's dream started to go wrong. I turned my attention to her, and had raised my hand in front of me. It was stretched out toward her slightly, not enough to attract much attention, as if thinking it would help her somehow. Even if she did wake up, she had no idea who I was. How could I help her. But I still wanted to. The second she woke I let out a small breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.

As Elizabeth calmed herself down, I peered over at Lao, who was slowly copying my notes. He had been swearing in his head in several different languages just a second ago, and now he was off jabbering in Mandarin once more. I peered over his shoulder, shifting a couple sheets in my hand as if deciding which was to be handed over to Lao next. Any idiot could tell that I was helping him catch up on the notes. Lucky the teacher realized this fact, and continued with the lesson, pulling another overhead sheet onto the projector.

It was my turn to swear internally. I pulled several different words, in several different languages into my head all at once when I realized what was on the overhead sheet. It was the page that Lao had copied three sheets ago. I had stopped paying much attention to the teacher after I had realized the entire lesson plan had been picked from the man's brain. I looked at Lao in my peripheral vision to see if he had noticed. He did a double take. Yeah he had noticed. DAMN IT!

I kept my face bored. I didn't want anyone to notice anything was wrong. Because really nothing should be wrong. I contemplated taking a couple of the sheets back for a good four seconds, before finally arriving at the conclusion that that would make me seem more suspicious. Better not to try and hide it, as if there's nothing wrong with knowing things that have yet to reach others eyes and ears. Play it cool. Maybe the superstitious Chinese boy wouldn't clue in. He was still thinking angrily to himself, as if still swearing, though just in Mandarin now.

I was still watching him, when his eyes flickered up, and met mine. They flicked back down within the second, and I couldnt help but be a little startled. Not so much now though. Everything about the boy wasn't entirely natural. The way he thought, looked, moved and smelled. In the last twelve minutes and thirty four seconds since he had been in class, I had begun to expect a certain level of weirdness from the boy. So his fast shifty movements seemed all to normal for him at this point. Still I felt as if there was something I was missing. I looked down, when he started sniffing, as if searching for a smell. Then he sneezed. I frowned slightly as this new addition to his bizarre self made itself apparent. My mind was working in overdrive, trying to figure out what it all meant.

I shook my head, turning to look at the clock again. The entire class was going by at an excruciating pace. I had nobody to pass notes with to pass the time, nobody to whisper quietly to, and nothing to distract me from my already finished classwork. I closed my eyes, and listened to the sounds in the room, trying to tune out the inner thoughts. Feet tapping, hushed whispers, someone in the corner humming under her breath. Further out of the room there was music playing, teachers talking, pots and pans clattering from below. A baby crying, a whole class room giggling, water running from a tap. Overheads whirred, light bulbs buzzed, and within this very room, the sound of twenty four pencils moving together simultaneously to complete the orchestra that was sounds of the school. It was oddly soothing, and a smile started to play at my lips, until the off sound of another pencil made itself apparent. This one went against the harmony of it all. A complete discord. Annoying.

I glanced over at him, perturbed by the disturbance. It showed clearly on my face how bothered I was at what he had done. I was finally finding a way for time to pass quicker, and he had ruined it for me. Inner voices were filling my head once more, and I was alone no longer. I let out an exasperated sigh no one else but Renesmee would be able to detect. She peered at me quickly from her seat, and then let her eyes fall back to where they were. Her mind was now working around who I was, and why I seemed so familiar. I smiled knowing I may just come out of this class with the exact friend Arthur had hoped I'd make.

I looked over at Lao quickly and he was finishing up all the notes I had taken. The two of us were now finished the notes, and the teacher still had six pages to go until he finished too. I let my eyes flick quickly up to the clock and could have groaned aloud. My eyes flitted back to what my hands were doing, having taken only three eighths of a second to look at the clock. I was still in the middle of placing my sheets back in my binder at a pathetically slow human pace. When I was done, I looked back up at the clock being more obvious this time around. That way when the scowl made itself apparent on my features, it wouldn't be without good reason. Not that any of these people would notice, but Lao had already given me a couple strange looks. I drummed my fingers on the desk as I stared at the clock on the wall. The time was nearing a quarter to twelve.

"UGH. Another half hour of this! This is torture!" My head snapped around when I heard my own thoughts echo back at me from someone's head. My eyes widened when I realized it had echoed from more then one mind, and went back to normal as I reminded myself to stay calm. Most people thought they imagined it when they heard me projecting my thoughts. Asked their friends what they said, only to hear they hadn't said a thing at all. Imagining voices. I turned my head slowly down to my notebook as I saw several people shift around me. I started paying particular attention to every mind in the room. Surely someone had to start thinking about what they had just heard. Once I found the four people who heard it, I could easier decide how they would react.

In the meantime I started to draw in a sketchpad my mother bought me (she didn't want me doodling on my notes) while I listened. A couple people were whispering about it already, and it had only been a second or two since the slip up. The girl two seats down and across the table was asking her neighbor what he had just said. That was one person down. She was already beginning to doubt she had heard anything as the boy beside her started in on the strange confused looks. Now I had to figure out the other three.
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I was already ahead of the other students so I didn't have to worry too much about the notes. Instead I focused on the other students. They were all getting frustrated by the amount of notes on the first day of school. It didn't really bother me. They all had it easy in my experience. Back in Canada most every class had been like this, never getting a break from writing. I lightly sighed in a barely audible level. My dream/nightmare had left me nervous so I was slightly shaky still but my heartbeats had slowed back down to their normal slow pace.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Lao finishing his notes. It seemed weird though. HE had maybe ten pages of notes in front of him but the teacher had only put up about six pages so far. My eyes caught a glance at his last page. That was strange. His writing was neat and small too, how could that kind of writing make six pages into about ten?

Suddenly my head started to hurt. It was the same kind of pain as when the Cullens had been over. The pain that felt like someone raking my head except this time it was slightly different I noticed after a moment. Though the pain was similar, the feeling was almost opposite, like someone shoving something into my head instead.

"UGH. Another half hour of this! This is torture!" My head began to pound and I winced. It was the worst possible thing I could've done. As soon as I winced, people would most likely notice. When I opened my eyes from wincing, the pain was gone. It felt like a wall had been formed inside my head to keep intruders out to put it bluntly. This was the same thing that had happened last time as well. As soon as the pain became unbearable, it would suddenly stop. The same thing had happened once when I was much younger, on a family trip though I couldn't remember it too well.

I glanced up, thinking to myself about who might have noticed but it seemed no one did. Lao was paying attention to something else and Sophie was looking at a girl down the bench. Everyone else seemed involved in their own work. It turned out I had only closed my eyes and gritted my teeth in pain, something which made no sound and wasn't a grandiose movement so it would only be natural for no one to notice.

Content with the odd pain being gone, I went back to my music sketching. An eighth note, quarter, quarter, eighth and so on. I glanced up at the clock. I already knew there was a half hour left but I felt like verifying it myself instead of listening to a voice that randomly came into my head. I looked back down at my page and paused. What was that voice anyways? It definitely wasn't from me as I hadn't even looked at the clock in the last hour. It didn't even sound like me. Why were such weird things happening lately? Ever since that incident...

I was intrigued by all the events so far and by these Cullens. Although the name Cullen hadn't rung a bell, the name Bella had. I couldn't quite remember why but I remembered something similar to it from a very long time ago. I pushed the idea out of my head and instead focused on the next sheet that went on the overhead. As I wrote I could feel the 'walls' in my head going away. The pain didn't come back however, just a low throbbing pain which had been there since the moment class started and for most of the past few days. Maybe it was the Cullens. It only ever seemed to happen when they were around anyways. And it would make sense as Renesmee was in this class but the whole idea seemed stupid when I stopped to actually consider what I was thinking.

The 'walls' finally vanished completely and I sighed lightly. I seemed to be doing that a lot. I was already finished this overhead of notes and there was still twenty minutes of class left. I still had gym after this. At least I wouldn't have to go to another class all sweaty. Leah and Nathan would hunt me down if I skipped though and I more than a little feared Leah's wrath. She was damn strong when she wanted to be.
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So much bored sighing! I resisted the temptation to join in, as it seemed there were no end to the class. I listened, sorting through the breathing and sighs to hear whispered conversations on the other end of the table. If I rested a slight more than a normal human, I would have been able to hear beyond the room, tuning out the hum of thirty-odd heartbeats. I recalled the seating chart I had glanced at earlier, simply out of boredom. There were thirty-three assigned seats, and one empty spot. When I had entered the classroom, however, there had been four empty seats, putting us at three absences on the first day of school, and only thirty students in the class.

Choosing not to make myself appear less than human to the not-so-casual observer, I simply listened to the whispers in the room.

"I know, right? I am so glad we only have gym next," a girl was muttering to the person across from her. "I mean, fifteen more minutes, and then we're home free. Gym is, like, totally easy, and I heard..."

I stopped listening, having gathered the information that I needed. There were fifteen minutes left in the class, and then I would have somewhere between three and five minutes to get to my next class. I had not been told this, either, and was quickly loosing what little faith I had had in the administrative process. They were almost as unorganized as Communist China under Mao Zedong had been. In all honesty, it had appeared quite organized at the first glance, but when you started looking closer, there were major flaws. Things that were assumed to be known by everyone, but in fact were not. I found myself once again in that precarious position, but to much less my own detriment.

My page was empty, the Clermont girl beside me was doodling extremely detailed doodles in a sketchbook, the Swan girl across from her drawing... no, composing music on the back of her notes. It was interesting, and showed a decent amount of promise. I found myself thinking through the music and changing the key slightly for the violin... yes, an A minor key would suit the mood slightly better than the current F major she was composing in. All in all, though, it was very interested. I made a mental note to keep an eye on her work, continuing the thread of the song she had started.

I took the main melody and kept it firmly in my head, a lamenting violin solo. Slowly, after the first phrase, I added in a piano descant, pianissimo, so quiet the clicks of the ivory keys were almost audible. Then, as it gained importance, the violin shifted to a counter-melody, uplifting and supporting the piano as it took over. A flute, to now control the descant, and another two strings (once again a violin, and a bass to ground the piece) added new layers of complexity.

As the instruments twisted and weaved through themselves to create it's own kind of magic, they found harmony in their discord and slowly the main tune made itself apparent.

This was the tricky part. The girl across from me had not spoken, and as it was her song, I would really rather have her head in my mind singing it. Instead, however, I opted to go to the next best thing and pulled from my memory Clermont's voice. Even a speaking voice gave hints to the trained ear about a person's preferred singing range and voice.

This thought took a moment, allowing the choir of instruments to continue into its expected place; waiting for the lyrics.

I could hear Clermont's singing voice, and I knew from centuries of listening that this would indeed be her singing voice. In my mind, it picked up the flow of the words Swan had written down, and added slight embellishments and feeling to the words. A crescendo here, a decrescendo there, now a breath, then a very legato phrase. Slow the tempo right down, on all instruments as the voice fades slowly away with the last written phrase... and the flute comes in for the second verse, picking up the soprano part and allowing Clermont to sing the more moving mezzo soprano line.

The music on Swan's page ended shortly after that, and so I let the music shift into something I had composed a while back. Clermont's voice faded in my mind, and I adjusted the volume of my thoughts. Even as a vampire (there was that French word again. I should avoid that. What about taking the word down to its base form, a blood sucker, and saying that in Mandarin? Yes, and to simplify that further... that would be the Mandarin equivalent. Good.) I usually became so enthralled in music that all other thoughts ceased. Years of learning to think quietly were abandoned in the magic of music, and now was no exception. I knew from experience that if there had been a Vampire (see? the Mandarin equivalent works so much better, without interrupting my thought process) with the ability to read minds near me, they would have been forced to pay attention to my impromptu concert. It had gotten me into trouble more than once in the past...

But luckily, no one here was looking for me to be a vampire (satisfied smile internally at how well that word was working), and therefore there was nothing to worry about. Someone would just think that I was really into music. Could Renesmee read minds? I knew she could project her thoughts, but I was pretty sure that she could not pluck other's thoughts from their heads. Even if she could, the fact that I was enrolled in music would support my perceived love of it.

That, at least, was no lie. I loved music, and had spent a fair number of nights composing on the grand piano that sat in my living room. It was the only place that humans would have it, and since I was trying so hard to fit in, I had all of the places in the right spaces, even if I never used them. For example, I had a bed in the bedroom (useless, as I hadn't slept in 623 years), a fully stocked fridge (vampires don't eat food), and a bathroom with toilet paper (see previous point). It was kind of fun to watch the food decay, compost what I could, throw out what I could not, and then buy more. People assumed so much less when you were seen carrying groceries home every week or so. If you weren't, they eventually caught onto the fact that something was wrong. Every once in a while, they could figure out that it was, indeed, the lack of groceries. Not very often, but enough that it was easier to buy the food and let it go to waste.

I looked, slowly again, though not as slowly as the previous time, to the clock. The song composition had taken about five minutes, thanks to the idea of changing the key and adding the different instruments. Once false start with the piano, coming in with a line that cried in disharmony, and not in a good way, before I had gotten it down pat. The following thought process had been done at 'human speed', and so had taken a good minute. In fact, there were nine minutes of class left. I refused to compose anymore, as I wanted to wait to see what Swan would do, and so I went to the next blank sheet of line paper in my binder and began to translate my notes into written Chinese. Ancient, as it took more time. And more thought.

In fact, by my calculations, it should take up the remaining nine minutes before the bell rang.
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I smiled slightly, the first smile in awhile. I hadn't finished the piece but it was looking good so far. I played it over in my head, a slight frown covering my face. Maybe it should be in an A minor chord instead. I sighed slightly as a thought popped into my head. It came in so quickly and left just as fast that anyone who heard it would have barely registered it or even understood it without all the context behind it. I took a pen to the paper and scratched across the whole sheet, ruining my own work. I didn't want this anymore. My hand reached and closed the book over the angrily ruined sheet of music. My other hand gently clasped my aching head. The sooner this class ended the better. There was no way I'd be able to fall back on old habits in gym class.

Eight minutes. All that had only taken a few minutes. I tapped my fingers on the desk, my eyes glancing over at Matt as he wrote something down on a small piece of paper. It was most likely another note for me which I wasn't complaining about, anything to save me from this boredom. I waited patiently, twirling a small bit of her around my finger and then letting it go a couple times. I watched the clock tick while I sat on the uncomfortable stool. I hadn't realized how uncomfortable the seat actually was until this moment. I shifted to get more comfortable. Six more minutes. I glanced over quickly at Matt to notice he was still writing. In fact, he was erasing then writing then repeating it over again. He must have been having difficulties saying something.

I looked over at Lao. He had been glancing at my music earlier before I'd scratched it out. I couldn't quite make out his expression. If he had been watching, he might have been upset by me just throwing away all my work, if he even cared. I was sure he didn't really care, it was probably just something interesting to watch while waiting for the class to end. The thought brought back the earlier thought. Suddenly I felt my eyes slightly stinging. I was getting too upset, I had to calm down again. How did I expect myself to function normally for the rest of the school year if I felt like bursting into tears during my classes.

A few deep breathes later, I felt calmer, playing a song over and over in my head. The deep male voice was comforting as it ran over the beautiful lyrics with a soft piano in the background. It was a song I'd fallen in love with back home though not many other people had heard it as it was a male sung version with piano instead of the heavy bass.

'How can I decide what's right
When you're clouding up my mind?
I can't win your losing fight
All the time.'


A beautiful, clear voice. It was haunting but for some reason Id been drawn to it. In fact, it was that very song that had made me attracted to guys who could sing well. I paused in her thinking process, the song still running through my head. Why had I thought of that? A small giggle sounded in my mind in my own voice.

Finally, I felt pressure on the side of my arm as Matt went to slip the note to me. Reaching toward it, another hand came out of nowhere and snatched it up. We both looked up at him, the teacher. He unfolded the small piece of paper as Matt swore under his breath. I gave him a quizzical look, trying to figure out the reason for his reaction.

"Notes on the first day. This will NOT happen again in my class. Make your lunch dates on your own time." He sounded exasperated as he crumpled the sheet and walked back to his own desk and took down the last overhead. He glanced at his watch then turned to the blackboard, picking up a piece of white chalk. I shivered all the way down my spine as the chalk rubbed the wrong on the board.

"Your homework tonight is to read chapter one of the first unit and finish the quiz at the end. I will collect your answers tomorrow at the beginning of class." And with that the bell rang. I gathered my books and walked toward the door, glancing at Sophie as I left. As I reached the door, Matt caught up with me. I smiled at him.

"Hey do you wanna hang out tomorrow at lunch?" I thought for a moment then nodded before waving goodbye and heading toward my locker. I would dump off my things and ditch my next class. I had been a good girl most of the day, it should have been enough to get them off my back. I turned the corner in the hallway and looked down at my locker. There were quite a few people in the hallways as class had just ended but I was still able to seem my locker just past all the students.

I faltered. Leah was leaning against my locker, glancing around trying to find me. I twirled around to get away but I slammed into something extremely warm and big. My eyes followed the large person from their feet all the way up to their eyes, ending with a sigh. It was Nathan.

"Ah there you are! you have gym next right? We have gym together with Leah. Let's go before we're late!" There he was with that big stupid grin on his face again. I frowned, letting out the smallest noise of frustration as I felt Leah lock her arm with me. The two half dragged me to the gym much to my dismay. Leah pulled me into the girl's change room where I immediately sat myself down in the corner.

"Here Elizabeth. These are your gym clothes for now. We'll get you your own set in a few days." She tossed a t-shirt and shorts to me which I set beside me. They may have gotten me here but there was no way I was participating in class. Leah finished changing and threw her hair up into a ponytail. She then turned on me. Most of the other girls had already changed and were waiting in front of the small gym for the teacher to arrive and unlock it. A few girls were still in the change room, fixing their make up or hair.

"Are you read-" A scowl set in on Leah's pretty face. I cringed a bit but I was going to be defiant until the end. She came toward me, her face a picture of evil. "Put these on." I shook my head, scurrying away slightly as she advanced on me. "Don't make me-" I bolted from the bench and ran from her. She would have to force me to change and at this point I wasn't crossing that off my list. Leah suddenly gave chase.

"ELIZABETH! TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES ALREADY! DON'T MAKE ME STRIP YOU MYSELF! I'LL DO IT!" She threatened very loudly. I was sure everyone in the hall could hear. The other girls were scared for a moment but they burst out in giggles. I turned the corner, running quickly, knowing that Leah could run very fast. I ran past the showers, glancing over my shoulder as I did. I was suddenly found without a shirt on. I turned around to see Leah holding my shirt. Before I had time to figure out what had happened, she'd already swung the other shirt over and onto my body. She then grabbed my upper body and knocked my feet from under me. Despite the embarrassing part of it, it was actually quite hilarious. I tried not to laugh but I smiled at one point which didn't help the situation.

Next to go were my pants. She was sitting on my abdomen by this point for easier access. She quickly replaced my jeans with the gym shorts. Then she let me stand up. I gave up at this point as she pulled my hair into a high ponytail and pushed me out of the change room. Everyone looked at us as we left the room but I avoided their gazes. They had obviously all heard. The teacher arrived at this point, thankfully. Leah and I entered the gym with Nathan.
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I looked over at Elizabeth worriedly when her train of thought suddenly stopped. I couldnt hear it anymore, which was very strange. It was as if she had gotten up and left the room, which was impossible because she was sitting right across from me. And Lao. He was now occupying his time by composing in his head. I had to admit it was very strange when my voice started singing in his head. It was an odd sensation, hearing my own voice singing something I had never before heard in my seven years. It only furthered the level of strangeness I had gathered from the boy.

"That Asian kid is so strange. All of them are." One girl thought form across the room. How she had noticed his behavior from across the room... apparently she was an exceptionally observant for a human. But that probably explained it. I had never before met an Asian person. They were said to be extraordinarily smart. And their culture was much different from that of these American humans. Yeah. That had to be it.

The bell rang, and everybody scrambled to get their books together. I packed mine up quick and neat, and then turned around to Renesmee. She was the reason I was here, after all, so I figured I might as well talk to her. Try to be friends. Chances were she had been told of me too. I waited for her to zip up her bag before speaking. There were still students mulling about the science room, though it had been a good thirty seconds, and most everyone was crowding the door frame.

Renesmee looked up at me quizzically, In one of those inhumanly fast moves. My eyes focused on her more now, and she frowned as she thought over whether I had seen that or not. I nodded to her, once, quickly enough for it to register in her head. I had heard that thought. And I wasn't human. Her eyes narrowed while she stared at me. She started reeling through every possible answer as to who I was and what I wanted with her. She seemed to think I was with the Volturi. True enough I knew them, but I wasn't planning on taking her down anytime soon. She and I were too much the same being. Rare as we half breeds were, the intent to kill another would never arise. A mere three seconds had allowed this exchange. Meaning there were still too many humans mulling about to talk normally, but Renesmee wanted to get out of here as much as anyone else. I Had no choice but to speak at a vampire level.

"Hello. Your Renesmee Cullen, right? I'm Sophia Clermont." I smiled a little wider at her, as her thoughts started swirling around my name. I saw several other faces pop into her mind as she thought my name over and over to herself. She was trying to remember who I was, If we had ever met, which of course she realized we had not. Her eyebrows raised at my smile, and me, and I realized that Carlisle must have been keeping his thoughts to himself. That's why Edward hadn't said a thing. He didn't know either.

"I had heard rumors that Alice couldnt 'See' us, but I never believed it until now." I watched her for a split second, before the realization hit her. Her eyes widened as the memories hit her. Carlisle returning from their cousins place, announcing that, unlike Renesmee's birth, mine had gone perfectly. No last names were mentioned, that was why she hadn't made the connection. She finally smiled back at me for a moment or two, taking in the marvel of another creature like herself.

"Yeah. We tend to be the only ones who could sneak up on her." She giggled slinging her bag over her shoulder. Now that she had figured it out, she was all for making friends with me. I was quick to jump at the chance for another friend. This friend however would be better then the others. I wouldn't have to keep her in the dark about the vampire secret. I grabbed my own bag real quick, and the two of us turned to the door, Renesmee thinking on what class I had next. The rest of the day was going to be good.
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I sighed inaudibly in relief as the bell finally rang. It was good, and i was kind of excited for the next class - my favorite class. Or, I would assume it would be my favorite class, as I did love singing. I stood up and was packing my things slowly when an exchange happened that made my head spin.

"Hello. Your Renesmee Cullen, right? I'm Sophia Clermont." It was vampire level, and I found myself slowing down my actions to catch everything they were saying. So Clermont was definitely something, though not quite a full vampire. I wanted to sniff, so badly, and instead I was forced to breath deeply, relying on the taste in the back of my throat to try and figure out what it was. Instead, I was forced to almost retch with a deep, woodsy taste that made me feel ill. It was rolling off of Renesmee, and underneath it was the soothing taste of vampire. I had to search for it, however, as the other scent/taste was so, so strong. It was as if she bathed in it.

I was still reeling from this as I almost missed the next exchange.

"I had heard rumors that Alice couldnt 'See' us, but I never believed it until now."

This made me stop, and go vampire-still. I was quick to make the connection of 'us', and it boggled me. This meant that Clermont was like Cullen! A half-human, half-vampire child. So her mother was human, the father vampire... I mused. It was the only way for it to work out, but it made my life far more interesting. So, in this town, apart from the massive group of Cullens, there was another vampire and half-vampire. I had yet to know what that woodsy smell meant, but I had a feeling that it would not be good for me. I would have to keep to myself even more now, as there were nine vampires and two half vampires running around.

I clenched my mouth shut, trying to ignore the instinct to crouch and growl against the thought of that many vampires. I really would have to be careful now. Cullen replied to Clermont, however, and I was still thinking through the repercussions as they headed out the door.

Suddenly, I realized that if the youngest generation of Cullen was here, then the older would be here too, and one was known for something specific...

"Edward." I said, barely audible to even vampires. I know my face had pure terror on it. If there were anyone who could find me out, it would have been him.

I finished packing my bags, a little too fast for a human, but not really caring. My mind was focused on the amount of vampires in the school, one of which could read my thoughts and the other see the future. I was freaking out, and I hurried past the two girls, pushing them out of the way in my haste to get out of the school. Or at least the room, I amended to myself. I would go to the vocal music room, and if there were any vampires in there, I would leave right away.

When my skin touched the skin of the girls, I noted their heat and immediately cursed myself. They were bound to notice the coldness of my skin, even if it were warm for a vampire. I knew my skin was downright hot for a vamp, but it was still cool for a human.

I hurried to the other room, stopping in front of the door. I looked around, and no one was paying any attention. Then I took a moment to taste and smell the air, letting my instincts have full run. It meant that I could sense any vamp, and I was free. I entered the room cautiously, still smelling, though I arranged my face into a human face.

The music room was also free.

I walked towards the teacher and introduced myself in halting english, getting my portfolio of music and sitting in the bass section. I laughed internally at this - I was definitely more of a tenor, but I could in fact pull off bass. It was an assumption many made based on my lower speaking voice, but it was normal.

I sat in my spot and waited for the rest of the people to pile in. They were late, but the teacher did not seem so concerned. She was talking to other students that she already knew, asking about their summers and what they had done since she last saw them.

I focused on remaining human, breathing in and out, blinking, fidgeting, as well as sniffing the air under my breath to herald the approach of another vampire.
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I walked along the upper hallway, searching for the music room. I had vocal music next, which I was most looking forward to. I loved singing. I reached my classroom, and tried the door. My brow furrowed. Surely the door shouldn't be locked? Maybe the teacher had yet to arrive? I peered at my white gold watch. I still had two minutes thirty four seconds until the bell. Perhaps this was one of those teachers I had heard other kids grumbling about. The kind who liked to arrive three minutes late to class, locking their students out of the room in the process. My eyes flicked back to my watch, and I sighed inaudibly as it continues to tick past that thirty sixth second of the minute. Time moved too slowly for my liking.

I turned, at a human pace considering my surroundings, to lean against the wall beside the door. I watched my surroundings, counting the seconds until the bell would ring. Two girls were standing halfway down the hall from me, putting books away in their lockers, and peering at me. they stood closer than was normal for locker neighbors, and were speaking in hushed tones that they believed to be out of my hearing range. It did not surprise me one bit to find myself the topic of their conversation.

"Well Ang wasn't kidding at all. She is way to pretty to be real."

"Look at her clothes too. All designer. Bet she's loaded."

"Just to prove the unfairness of the world. Bet you anything she'll be dating John in no time. Girl like her would be crazy not to. Most popular guy here aside from his brother."

"Yeah. Poor Angie doesn't stand a chance against her."

"Whatever. Lacie is probably already planning to make her life hell, so we should just let her at it."

"Maybe this won't be such a depressing year after all"

"Come on, the bell is going to ring, and we only have five minutes to change."


The girls walked off giggling to themselves, their thoughts swirling maliciously around my upcoming year here. After hearing their conversation though, I didn't need to be a mind reader to know they were planning to help Lacie in any way possible. I sighed as I watched them round the corner, the bell ringing the millisecond they disappeared from view. I had been afraid of this this morning. They hated me without talking to me. They thought I was overdressed and snobby about it. Because Johnathan had made friends with me, everyone assumed I intended to make him my boyfriend, which I had no intention of doing. It would never work right now anyway. I could get carried away and bite him. The smell of exposed blood in the school would not do anyone any favors.

I looked back up to watch the rest of the students wander away from their lockers. Forty three seconds after the bell rang, I was alone in the hallway. I pulled out my schedule once again, checking that I was in the right spot. I doubted I was wrong, but that didn't stop the panic from manifesting itself in my head. My eyes flicked to the number above the door, and back to the paper in my hand. Something was definitely not right.

It took one and a quarter seconds to decide on my next course of action, and I walked, still at human pace due to open doorways, back down the hall. I was going to go to the office to see if my class even existed or if it was a computing error that had placed me in this situation. I hooked a left, heading for the north end of the school, passing an open doorway. The teacher inside was just beginning to give the class the rundown on how the semester would work. from her thoughts she was going to start off by telling them about the first piece they would be learning to sing. I stopped in my tracks just past the door, and whipped around fast enough to confuse anyone that could have been watching. I took the three slow steps necessary to put me just outside the door frame. I peered over at the teacher, making a note to fidget so she would notice me, without having to knock on the door. When she didn't see me, one of the students pointed me out to her.

She was a lovely woman. Tanned, contrary to the overcast environment she lived in, with medium reddish brown curls cut just above her shoulders. She wore an eggplant shade of eyeliner, which complimented her cinnamon colored eyes perfectly. She had thirteen freckles across her nose and cheeks and another seven on her forehead. When she smiled at me, a dimple appeared on her left cheek. Her thoughts were kind and sincere. She was genuinely worried that I was lost, and wished to help me find my way.

"Do you need help finding the right classroom?" She asked sweetly. The concern in her voice matched those of her thoughts.

"Yes actually. The room number on my schedule seems to be empty." I held the paper out to her, being careful not to let my hand touch hers as she took it from me. As she read it, I took in all the curious faces in my peripheral vision. I recognized Heather from math, Kaylee from lunch, and Lao from science. Most of the other faces looked curious to see what I wanted, Some of the guys were hoping I was in this class. Lao's face confused me though. He seemed utterly shocked to see me standing in this doorway. There was almost an angry edge to his thoughts, which I still couldnt understand (I made a mental note to study Mandarin and Cantonese), that put me out a little bit. I thought I had been nice enough in science class. I had helped him with the notes, I had smiled at him. I never stared too long, and I never called him by his name. I knew enough of Asian cultures to know that was considered impolite. So why did he look at me like that? Why did he think of me like that? With such surprise and hate rolling off his face and thoughts, it was all I could do to stifle the low hiss that started in the back of my throat.

"Ah yes. You want the auditorium. The room number must have gotten messed up in the system. The Grade Ten vocal class will be in the auditorium this semester." The teacher said kindly, handing me back my class lists. I forced a smile at her, gave my thanks for her help, and left at a speed that was too slow for my liking. Any faster though, and I would have started attracting even more attention than I already seemed to be generating. I had an hour thirteen minutes and forty seven seconds left of this day, and my good feelings about making friends with Renesmee were forgotten. My mind was swirling around all the people who seemed to hate me already. A large sum of the schools female population, including those two girls by the lockers, Lacie and Angela, and Elizabeth was disgusted with my beauty. Now it seemed that the transfer student I was going to have to sit next to in Science hated me as well.

I descended the stairs, and continued on to my final class of the day, hoping against all hope that I would not make yet another enemy today. As if I needed one more reason to hate the move to Port Angele's.
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Vocal class turned out to be... interesting, to say the least. I was enthralled and then depressed in turns. I hated having to sing in that horrible accent, and my thoughts kept turning back to my interrupted hike this morning. I was a little thirsty, but I had quite a bit to do tonight. I could not do anything involving lights after dark, as my neighbours would not take kindly should they see the lights. They would also start asking uncomfortable questions about my sleeping, or lack there of, habits. Therefore, I would have to do my homework in the kitchen. That would be best. Maybe fry some stir, or whatever went into stir fry. I would definitely be using that cookbook I had bought three days ago.

I hadn't cooked in more than one hundred years. Once, in France, I had worked as a cook in a small cafe for five years or so. I had, in fact, been more of a baker, though. My specialty was teas, coffees, and delicious (or so I was assured) desserts. It was kind of exciting, this chance to learn a new skill set. After six centuries, I was in need of something new.

I thought about the different things I did need to start learning, and then decided I could do them throughout the year. Obviously I would tackle science tonight, reading through the entire textbook and answering all of the quizzes. It might take a good portion of the evening. Then I would read one of the new books I had. Possibly two. In any case, I could complete the quizzes and simply not label the date on them until it was time to hand them in. But that would mean no homework the rest of the semester... well, perhaps there would be homework for the rest of my classes.

I thought about my schedule. Surely, there would be homework for English. And, on top of that, I could re-read the complete works of Shakespeare. In truth, I needed to get some friends, as that would greatly alleviate my boredom. The issue? Any human friends would have homework to do and then sleep. Any vampire friends would purposefully, or accidentally, rat me out to the Volturi. There really was no way for me to win this, was there?

I guess, after so many years, I was tired of being alone.

I looked out at everyone singing their hearts out, and I felt even more alone. Certainly, I was singing. My voice was pitched perfectly to intone everything it was supposed to. But my mind was disengaged. I felt so different, watching all of the humans give their full attention and pouring their hearts into the songs they were singing.

It was with relief that I shoved my song folder into my bag when the final bell rang. I stood up slowly and walked out of the room. Certainly, I was still thinking in Mandarin, but I had really stopped caring. I finally reached that point of realization where I stopped caring about my exsistence. I mean, honestly, how long did I expect to continue? I would simply continue on my charade the best I could, and when I was inevitably caught, I would deal with it.

This thought, along with my melancholy, lasted only as long as the clean air did. As soon as I smelt a vamp, my depression was forgotten. I fell right back into acting like a transfer student, wary of their every move and making every effort to be human.
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I sighed in frustration as yet another ball flew past me. Leah glared at me making me want to knock her head off. It wasn't like I had a choice! I had never been good at sports, something I apparently inherited from my dad's side of the family or so I was told. And you can't really argue with genetics. Even at my old school gym had been my lowest mark. In fact ,there was only ever one sport I was really good at, and that was dodgeball.

"At least try Elizabeth." The teacher said from of the court. I frowned and raised my racket just as the ball flew toward me. I closed my eyes and swung the racket, hoping I was lucky enough to at least tap the ball. Feeling pressure in my wrist, I opened my eyes to see the ball just touching off the racket. Momentary excitement consumed me until I realized the other team had gotten the point. The ball had hit the net. This is why I never played sports. They weren't needed in everyday life, I could workout to keep in shape instead! Working out was much safer for someone like me who was prone to injuries.

"Elizabeth! You hit it!" Nathan cheered from the other side of the net. I gave a very small smile until Leah retorted.

"I didn't even think that was possible with your skill level. Let's go again." My frown returned. I may be hopeless in sports, but Leah was hopeless in social situations. Turning my attention back to the game, I let another three balls fly past me in the next two minutes.

"Alright everyone, gather over here." The teacher said after blowing the whistle. I jogged over and stood between Leah and Nathan, or rather they stood on either side of me, almost as if she'd run away any chance she had. Wonder where they'd gotten that idea.

"Boys, run six laps of the gym then come see me. Girls, head up to the weight room. Anna can show you what to do." A light haired girl stood up at the mention of her name and motioned for the girls to follow her. Leah linked arms with me and practically dragged me along though it wasn't needed at this point. I kind of liked the gym. No running around crazily, no balls being thrown at me, just straight, standard working out.

Class in the weight room passed quickly the bell was ringing before I even noticed the class was near over. Despite a good workout, it didn't make up for the general situation. I was still stuck in this town, with people I barely knew and family I'd never met. The earlier frown creased my face again as I was accompanied back to my locker then to the car. How lucky I was to have my own personal body guards.

If it had been five months ago, I probably would have calmly asked them to leave long ago though if it had gotten to this point I'd have screamed my head off at them. But it wasn't five months ago and I wasn't the same person now.
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Vocal class was just as I expected it would be. Terrible. It was at this point in the day, that the end bell could not come fast enough. I was counting every second until I could get away from this wretched place. People hated me. For one reason or another, they all found one to hate me. I watched the clock, getting angry now with the vicious thoughts that rang through my head as if they were reverberating off the insides of my skull. If vampires could get headaches....well I guess I could due to the human in me. By the end of the class, My head had started to pound along with my abnormally fast heartbeat, and I was seething in anger.

I wanted nothing more then to hurt them. Those overly emotional, overly jealous, prejudiced, stupid, fleshy blood filled humans that were oh so fragile, and oh so easy to kill. The slightest bit of extra pressure in a touch, could crush their bones to dust, and in the moment after the bell, when I stepped into the halls, I wanted nothing more than to do just that.

"....look mad, and upset. Is everything okay Sophie?" I was pulled from my fuming by a voice. No a thought, stronger, and more pronounced then the others. It was meant for me to hear, and it was full of concern. I let myself turn to my left altogether too fast, and had she not been right there already, I may have darted down the hall to her with no regard to my speed whatsoever.

"I want to hurt them Nessie. I want to just hurt them all, because they're hurting me." I thought back to her. I was surprised at my control, as I felt so out of control. Renesmee nodded and linked her arm with mine. I closed my eyes, fighting with myself to not do anything rash, or throw a tantrum, because I wanted to. I wanted to cry and scream and wail, and cause a scene, like the seven-year-old I was. I refrained though, from trying to draw any more attention to myself. Something in the back of my mind told me that was not what I needed to do, and somehow I listened to it.

We made it to my locker in seconds, and from there we left the building. It was raining terribly out now, a torrential downpour. I didn't bother with my umbrella, or hood. I was told to stay where I was, and Renesmee darted back inside. I stared at the ground, trying to tune out the ever criticizing thoughts of the surrounding girls. Even now they were laughing at me in their heads, or to their friends when they thought they were well out of earshot. I was the crazy pretty girl who was a good singer, and some kind of genius, who stood in the rain without an umbrella now. I was just starting to clench my fists once more, when I picked up Arthur's thoughts from the sea of students. His car had just pulled up, and there was no doubt he was inside.

I took one look up at the doors, remembering briefly Nessie's warning not to move, but left anyways. I would explain it to her later. She couldn't fault me for wanting to go. I ran down the steps at a silly human pace, and wrenched open the car door, sliding in as fast as I possibly could. Sensing my mood, Arthur stepped on the gas, and started moving as soon as the door clicked shut. I closed my eyes again, this time trying to get rid of the headache my classmates had inflicted upon me. Dad said nothing, which I was grateful for. I couldn't tell him even if I wanted to. It would make him as upset and furious as I felt if he knew what I had been thinking some four minutes ago.

The car was barely up the driveway when The front door of the house was flung open. Rebecca was standing there, waiting for us with towels. I nearly groaned aloud. As much as daddy had been silent, my mother was one to ask questions. She also wouldn't let me go anywhere once she noticed how upset I was. Started breathing faster then my already quick pattern, and my throat felt as if it were swelling. I followed Arthur to the house, letting him take a towel, Kiss mom on the cheek, and leave the room. She then turned to me, just noticing I was dripping on the floor.

She rushed forward, wrapping the towel around me , then bustled off to find me something dry and warm to wear. I was standing in my same spot by the door when she returned with a pair of my pajamas. Still struggling with that swelling lump in my throat, i took the pajamas, and headed to the bathroom to change. when I came back out, she was all settled on the back of the couch, a spot for me in front of her on a pillow on the floor. I settled onto it, and felt her set to work brushing out my hair.

I let my thoughts wander as Rebecca pulled the brush through my wet, tangled hair. I thought back to how I had wanted to hurt the kids at school. I was ashamed that I had even given that a thought. I was proud though that I had fought against myself, and grateful for Renesmee's presence and understanding. It was as if she had been in the same situation at one point or another, which she may have been. I had to thank her later. Maybe Daddy would come on a walk with me. I had become so wrapped up in my own mind, I hadn't noticed mom slip off the couch behind me, until her arms wrapped around me to pull me closer for a hug.

"I know it's hard, trying to fit in with all of them right now, but just give it time okay? Keep smiling for me, and keep trying your best, and soon they will all forget why they thought they didn't like you." She whispered in my ear, as I snuggled into her. I couldnt help but wonder if I had been projecting my thoughts unknowingly. "They will all adore you, if you give them the chance."
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