I kinda stole the idea of having myself in the Twilight story from my friend Kate (Iskeirka), but she is having so much fun, and it seems quite enjoyable, so I am doing it, too. This story is dedicated to anyone who has no ambition to be popular, and would rather be a loner than one. YAY! It's also dedicated to my friend as an apology ;).

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT STEPHENIE MEYER…YET.

I sat on the aeroplane giggling as the plane rumbled and took off from sunny Adelaide. For some odd reason my family and I was moving to this place called Forks in the United States. I couldn't get over the fact that it was called Forks. Spoons are much better cutlery anyway. You can't eat rice with forks…although I do try. I was also bewildered as to why we were moving to America, as my dad's company was probably not there, and it just sounded like an expensive waste of time. But everyone knows that the best bands come from America (PARAMORE!) and I would just have to deal with it.

Sorry for rambling.

When we stepped off the plane, we hopped in a taxi and I suddenly realised that I was sixteen. I was quite scared, as I'm not turning sixteen until 2010, but I got over it, because it meant I could drive now…everyone run away!

We were greeted outside the house by a tanned family, who claimed that they lived a few kilometres away, but for some unknown reason wanted to welcome us to the neighbourhood. I stared at the guy. Man, was he buff. But obviously not as buff as me…only my friends know what I'm talking about.

I silently laughed at his long girly hair, but apart from that he was hot. He was like over six feet tall though, which is a bit of a problem when you're pushing five two.

"Hey, I'm Jacob," he greeted. He had a weird American accent, and I actually laughed aloud. He stared incredulously at me and I looked to the sides with shifty eyes.

"I'm Kate…" I said warily, wishing I could just go inside. The muscly buff-boy was starting to creep me out.

At that moment, however, the Black family had to go and I raced inside the house and up to my new bedroom. It was pretty crap, so I grumbled, flopped on the bed and started reading.

That night was awesome. The rain was pouring down at about a million miles an hour, which I find oddly comforting when I'm trying to sleep.

In the morning it was so bloody cold. I put on like five layers and an enormous and rather unflattering jacket. At least my jumper underneath was rainbow. Because I'm so short I looked like a squat little elf, and I tried not to dwell on that fact as I trudged to my new school in a downpour.

Most of the school was already there when I arrived, and I meandered into the front office and glanced around. No one else was around and I don't like talking to strange people. I snatched my timetable off of the desk (which was just there, I didn't find it suspicious), and hurried back out.

The bell went for Home Group, or whatever the hell those Americans call it, and I threw off my jacket and sat down. I found that my rainbow striped jumper worked well with my dark blue skinny jeans, and that everyone else was wearing boring dark colours. Eww, what was wrong with these small-town folk?

The bell went for English and I followed some randoms to the room. We were given a reading list, which kinda pissed me off because they wanted us to read Shakespeare, which is not fun unless you read A Midsummer Night's Dream, and your teacher points out all the sexual innuendo.

When the bell went, an overly helpful looking Asian guy (that looked eerily like Danny), leaned over. I leaned right away, because I was slightly paranoid that all the Americans were out to get me.

"Are you Kate?" he asked, grinning creepily.

"OMG, how do you know my name?" I screamed, jumping to my feet. "I have never met you in my life! What are you- my stalker?"

"Yes…I mean, no. I'm Eric," he muttered, looking slightly creeped out. "Your name is right on your diary, right in front of you…"

"Shit."

"What do you have next?" he asked as we walked towards the door.

"Government…what is that, incidentally? Does that mean we get to write protest letters and suggest ideas to improve the economy to Obama?"

"Sure…"

I ignored pretty much everyone else for the rest of the morning, because I am shy and strangers seriously weird me out. This girl my height with really curly hair kept following me and talking about random bullshit. I was considering running away, but then I would look like a total loner, and I needed her to tell me what wasn't disgusting in the cafeteria.

We all sat down, and Eric was on the same table. He chose to ignore the fact that I was seriously deluded when it came to Americans, and began talking to me about my old school and Australia.

That was when seven hotties walked in. well, the guys were hot, and the girls looked like the popular type who could get a boyfriend in the snap of a finger. There was a big buff guy who was seriously like seven foot tall, and was practically making out with a curvy blonde that looked like a model or a celebrity. There was a short girl with spiky black hair who was giggling. She looked cool. She was hanging onto the arm of a tall blonde guy who looked like he was going to pass out. The last person at the table was a guy with reddish brown hair. He looked lonely and seriously sexually oppressed.

They were so perfect and beautiful that I looked away, because that kind of thing bores me.

"Those are the Cullens," offered the girl called Jessica, sighing and looking wistful.

"That's great for them? Like I care…"

At that moment I turned and caught the lonely one staring at me. His eyes were somehow yellow and he was smiling at me. I stared right back, standing my ground. We spent about ten minutes randomly staring at each other, until I gave up and yelled-

"Dude, staring is rude," at him and walked away. Everyone stared at me. I don't get what their problem with randomly shouting is. No one should be allowed to stare for that long. What the fuck was his problem? I later learnt all their names. His name was Edward. I immediately resolved to call him Eddie.

The bell went and I hurried off to Biology. I hoped like hell that I wouldn't have to dissect anything…or anyone. Americans are disturbing. The only seat was next to Mr. Eddie, and as soon as I sat down, he leaned away and clutched his nose in disgust.

"Ok, what the fuck is your problem?" I screamed at him, attracting the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity. "OMG, leave me alone. Just because I come from Australia. No! New Zealanders are the weird ones! Not Aussies!"

"No swearing or shouting in class," grumbled this boring old man. "Edward, stop being an arsehole."

Ha! That would shut him up for a while. Throughout the lesson I would glance up and he would be glaring at me in revulsion. I would then lick a note surreptitiously and pass it to him so that he was forced to unknowingly to touch my spit. I laughed so hard at that when the bell went.

There was suddenly someone standing over my desk. It was an attractive looking blonde guy, but I don't go for blondes, so I smiled warily back, cursing the whole damned school. Thankfully Eddie was gone, so we could walk and talk in peace.

"I have Gym, too!" he cried happily, and we jumped up and down, squealing in excitement. I prayed that he was gay, or this would be seriously suspicious.

"Why was Edward Cullen glaring at you so much?" he asked, as we headed towards the change rooms.

"He's a weirdo," I said. "I think it's cos I'm Australian. So I kept licking paper and handing it to him. Damn that was fun."

I then hurried into the change rooms so that I couldn't hear his response. The sport for the lesson was volleyball, but I wasn't required to play, so I sat in the corner and watched the time with Mike and some other guy. They were pretty good, but Mike couldn't spike for shit.

When the final bell rang I scurried to the office to return my paperwork. Eww Eddie was there, practically begging the Admin woman to switch to another Biology class. Good riddance. He was hot, but he was a freak. He passed me on the way out and I smiled brightly at him. He blanched at my complete change of attitude and ran away as I screamed after him-

"I'll miss you!" That would keep him off my back for just a little longer.