For three days, my strange biology partner was nowhere to be seen. The fourth day—as I sat at the edge of the cafeteria, listening to my iPod and looking outside—the seven extremely beautiful yet scarily silent siblings appeared. Mr. Tall, Bronze-Haired, and Hot was with them. I put on my sunglasses, put up my hood, and turned my iPod's volume way up. Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around. Blondie with the muddy red aura was staring at me venomously, and mouthing something. It looked like: You're in my chair. Move!

I raised an eyebrow, and turned down my music. "Sorry. Say that again, Blondie."

The anger on her face mirrored my blatant uncaring. "I said, you're in my chair. Move, emo."

I smiled sweetly. "Now does this chair have your name anywhere on it? I think not. Now I think I was here first, and I have a legit reason for being here. You don't. There's a perfectly good table not eight paces away."

"Why don't you

go sit at it then?" Blondie snapped, glaring.

I rolled my eyes. "Because I'm already so comfortable here. And again, that's beside a table full of people and I have a legitimate reason to not sit over there."

She frowned, and her aura mirrored her slight confusion. "And what reason is that?"

I pressed my lips into a tight line, considering. "Let's just say that bad things happen when I'm around other people. Not to them, but to me."

Blonde Bitch Queen scowled. "Oh, wow. So scary! Move or very bad things will happen to you."

I didn't listen to her thoughts. I didn't need to.

"Blondie, don't try me," I snapped. "I've had a shit day, a shit week thanks to your brother and the other idiot asses here, and a shit few months. Now if you'd like to sit here, be my guest. But I ain't moving."

'Ugh,' Blondie was thinking. 'She thinks that she has it hard? Try my life on for size.'

I snorted, not considering what my actions would lead to. "Yeah, I'd love your life. Pretty clothes, perfect hair, perfect family, perfect life. I have to work for everything. Everything! I had to work my ass off to get to be head of the cheer squad at my old school. I had to work my ass off to even get anyone to like me. I had to work my ass off to recover from the fact I became a freak, all because of a fucking car accident. I had to work my ass off not to cry when I saw my parents die in a car accident because of my fucking sweater—"

Blondie tried to cut me off. "How—"

I held up my hand. "I have had a whole shit-load of, well, shit in my life. I don't need it from some Barbie-look-alike two-faced slut with a boat-loads of money."

Blondie gaped at me for just a second, as did her siblings.

"How... How did you know what I was thinking?" she asked, flabbergasted.

"That's for me to know and you to hopefully never find out," I replied. "But... I think I will leave. I don't need this. Any of this. See ya on the flip-side."

Then I got up and stalked out of the cafeteria. The door slammed behind me, and someone followed. I whipped around, and there was the tiny girl from the cafeteria. She shrank back a step, but I could tell from her aura that she wasn't truly afraid; just startled. I took a deep breath and attempted to smile. It probably was a grimace. "Umm... Hi?"

She blinked once and whispered, "No one's ever stood up to Rosalie before, outside our family."

"Oh. It needed to happen. Rosalie's a bitch," I replied, dropping the act.

The impish girl grinned. "That she is. I don't think we've introduced ourselves properly. I'm Alice Cullen."

I smiled back at her, and that time it was a real smile. "I'm Bella Swan, IE the psycho new kid."

Alice chuckled, and stretched out her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

I shook the extended hand. "Nice to meet you, too."

Her memories flashed though my head, and I forced myself to keep from shrieking at the sheer amount. I pulled back my hand, and the memories stopped. Her memories were strange, and there was a long period of darkness followed by pain. Then it changed. Bliss; caused by the blond dude from the cafeteria, Jasper. I could also tell from the memories she had lived a lot longer than sixteen or seventeen years.

I tried to keep my external calm, but I knew my hands were shaking and my eyes were watering from my massive headache and her bright, bright aura. I stared at Alice and asked her one single question. "What are you?"

Cue one very shocked, very comedic look.

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