Author's Note: Alright, just so you know, I have adopted this story. It's a story from IceAgeSurvivor123, and she had done a fantastic job with her imagination with this story. I just hope that I keep up with it. Alright, here's the story now!

"Hey kid, the baby bus is that way," a boy with sharp, spiky hair laughed, and his friends high fived and joined in with him.

"Just ignore them Alice. They're too immature to understand."I could hear my mom's whisper in my ear, like she was still here with me. Those were always her words of encouragement that she gave me. I always listened to her. I lifted my chin, choosing to ignore the boys, and looked around for an empty seat on the bus. Sadly, there was none. With my luck, there was only one seat left, but it was next to some tall girl with wavy blond hair to the middle of her back. Even though she was sitting down, she looked statuesque, model-like. I already felt intimidated. It's not like there's anywhere else to sit though...

I gnawed on my lower lip and ventured toward the blond. Most of me wondered why such a beautiful girl was sitting alone. Surely she would have guys all over her? The other half of me was wondering what kind of comment I would get this time. Kids were so unimaginative now-a-days, so I rarely got upset over a comment anymore.

You see, I suffer from a disease called Dwarfism.I had a rare hormonal imbalance that, instead of making me really short like the norm for this disease, I looked like I was nine. At the age seventeen, it was a real blow to my ego when guys get freaked out when I ask them on a date. I didn't completely look like I was nine. I had boobs, small ones, and my hips were a bit let out but other than that, I was mistaken for a prepubescent child. Mom had suggested I get a more mature hair style, but I think it just makes me look younger. It was a short, pixy cut. We had my hair died a really black, shiny color and always styled it up in spikes.

The kids at my old school had just gotten tired of making fun of me, when my dad got a job and moved us over here. Here being Forks Washington. Apparently, the hospital here needed a surgeon besides Dr. Cullen.

"Um," I whispered pathetically, too scared to talk louder. "Can I sit here?"

"Does it look like anyone else is? Next time, don't ask. Just do it. You'll look stupid and make us late for school." She grunted at me, scooting over slightly.

I nodded my thanks and sat down on the over used bus seat. I wanted to tell her that it would have been rude just to assume that this seat was empty, but once again, she intimidated me so I just shut up. There was a tense silence on the way to school, the whole way I was contemplating whether I should introduce myself or not. In the end, I decided not.

I gulped as the bus pulled up to the school, mentally preparing myself for the looks and stares I was sure to receive. The door opened, the cold air immediately filling up the bus, and I stepped into the aisle.

"Children first everybody!" The boy from earlier shouted, earning laughs from the entire bus; even people who hadn't seen me.

I turned my head around and glared at him, already knowing that he'd be a problem for me this year.

"You'll show them all someday sweetie. Just wait, you'll show them all." Mom's voice floating through my head again, and I sighed. I hope so mom, I really hope so.