To all my Twilight Corner readers, I am so sorry it took so long to get this sequel out. Two days before Thanksgiving I came home and my dad told me my uncle had just passed away during a work accident. Those where a hard couple of weeks and we had family coming and going. This is the first time I actually had time to write. I am sorry and I hope you enjoy the first chapter.

APOV (Amanda)

(5 years later)

I rolled over as my alarm clock went off. Great, the first day of school. I stretched across my bed and to my alarm clock before slamming down the 'alarm off' button.

I heard footsteps in the hallway and knew it was Bella, making sure everyone was getting up. I listened as she knocked on first Michael's then Miri's bedroom door. Finally I heard her footsteps nearing to mine and I sat up in bed.

The door opened a crack and Bella stuck her head in. "Good," she smiled at me, "your up."

"Yup," I said groggily.

"Make sure you stay up now," Bella said sternly before drifting back into the hallway and eventually to the kitchen.

I got out of bed, stumbling for something to wear, and finally got in the shower. Once I had done getting ready I went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. When I walked in, I immediately stopped. There was Edward and Bella in a tight embrace.

"I love you," Bella murmured against Edward's shirt.

"And I you," Edward said in his weird old English way. Edward bent his head down to kiss Bella's forehead softly. Bella lifted her head and they kissed, long and hard.

I drifted back into the hallway, yearning for someone to love me the way Edward loved Bella.

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"Welcome to you first day of sophomore year." My homeroom teacher, Mr. Lanzy, said lazily. He didn't sound excited at all and neither was I.

I hated this school and missed my old one. Before my parents, Jasper and Alice Whitlock, passed five years ago I had went to a different school closer to home. We where living on the other side of New York and now I was too far away for my old school. I had come here, hoping to make friends but they are very cliquish here and even having a popular Miri as a cousin didn't help. Out of the five years I have been here, I have only made a handful of friends. Most of moved and others have drifted away. One, Lizzie, had stayed true to me and I was disappointed we had only one class together.

"Now, each morning you will have fifteen minutes of homeroom before your first hour class. I'm sure you all know this since you did it last year," Mr. Lanzy went on in a bored voice, "but they recommend we remind you. They say we are to have activities each day assigned by your teacher to get to know each other. Your activity today is to talk quietly." Mr. Lanzy studied us for a second then went back to his computer.

I turned my head, looking around for someone to talk too but found no one. I sighed and slouched in my chair.

"Excuse me?"

I turned to the place where the voice was coming from and was confronted with the most beautiful boy ever. His eyes where a haunting black color, and he had dark brown-almost-black hair. I just stared at him in awe.

"Um, excuse me?" he said again.

I blushed red, "Uh, hi?"

He smiled at me and my heart stuttered. That was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen in my life. "Hello," he said pleasantly. "Do you think you could show me where Ms. Rayz room is?"

"Er, yea, I have that next." I stuttered then blushed red again.

He smiled at me, "I'm Caden."

"Amanda,"

"Nice to meet you," he said and went back to studying his schedule.

I watched the clock tick down until the fifteen minutes was over and I sighed in relief when the bell rang. I sprang up and headed to my next class with Caden in tow. We took our seats and Caden sat next to me. We waited for the bell to ring in silence and finally he exhaled.

"So, how long have you been in New York?" Caden asked.

"All my life." I said.

He nodded, "I was on the other side of town for a year but we found a better house up here and I had to transfer."

"You went to NYC High?"

"Yea, why?"

I was about to answer but then the bell rang and Ms. Rayz clapped her hands to settle down the class. "Welcome to Composition Two, otherwise known as English. Now, I want you to spend this time writing an essay about one interesting thing about you. It only needs to be a paragraph or two. If we have time at the end we shall read them aloud. Get started."

I opened up my notebook wearily and started to write. Before I knew it my essay was done and so was Caden's. "So, why did you transfer?" he asked.

I tried swallowing the lump in my throat but it wouldn't go away. "You'll here it in my essay."

He saw my expression and immediately dropped the subject.

A couple minutes later Ms. Rayz stood up, "Everyone done?" She scanned the room. "Good…Caden Martez, you can go first."

He stood up and strode to the front of the room. "Well, I'm Caden and here is my essay. The most interesting thing about me is that I am related to the Latino singer Shakira. She is my seventh cousin. My great-great-great-great grandma is also her grandma. I have not met her before and I doubt she knows about me." He cleared his throat, "yea, that's it."

Everyone applauded enthusiastically, even Ms. Rayz who I knew hated short essays.

"Very good," she said and winked at him.

He sat down at his desk with a red face. "I'm better at drawing then writing," he explained.

"Amanda Whitlock? You can go." Ms. Rayz said.

I stood up and shuffled nervously to the front. "Um, well, the most interesting thing about me is that when I saw ten I was in a car accident. A drunk driver ran a stop sign and rammed our car from the side." I closed my eyes, holding back tears. I knew doing this would be a mistake. "My father, Jasper Whitlock, was driving and my mother, Alice Whitlock, was in the passenger seat. I never even got to say good-bye to them before they where gone. I had to go through physical therapy for a year. I live with my aunt and uncle and that is why I transferred to this school five years ago." I held back my tears as I went back to my seat.

Caden looked at my with sympathy and the rest of the class dragged by so slowly.

CPOV (Caden)

I walked out to my car and got into the drivers seat. I dialed my fathers phone number and waited for him to answer. "It's her. I'm sure." I said once he had answered.

"Your positive?"

"Yes."

"Okay, don't let her out of you site."

There you have it! Hope you all enjoyed it, sorry for the long wait to get it out!

appirates