Author's note: In my story, no one except Edward sparkle's, every vampire can eat human food and not get sick but Edward. I'm sorry for those who love/like Edward but I'm not a huge fan. I prefer Jasper. Therefore there is some teasing about Edward but fear not Edward teases back. Also every Cullen ages, but Edward, but once they reach the phyisical age of 80 the very next day they start over at 17. One thing about Emmett, he is changed much later than in the book! Finally my last ajustment to Stephenie Meyer's amazing story, all Cullen's can sleep! I'm sorry to those who feel Edward is left out. My theory is that because Edward was changed when he was sick he's different then the other Cullen's. Also Cooper Hale is Jasper's biological brother. They were both changed by Maria and they both fought in the vampire wars. Story will come! Thanks!

I was born. Born to two sucessful parents. I was famous from my first breath. I was different. Not different like you would expect. Different. Very different. I was new. I was a jewel.

I was a tool. Something to be used. Something to have, to hold.

I close my eyes and I'm ten years old. I've just returned from a friends and my parents are leaving for a trip on our boat.
"Go!" My oldest sister, Ashley says to me.

"Come on! Your the sneaky one. Do it!" Emma urges.

"No. It's their trip. If they wanted me to come they'd tell me." I argue with them. I'm timid, shy, scared. I don't belong.

"Don't be a weenie!" MaKayla says pushing me to the boat.

"FINE!" I turn on my heel and carefully, quietly sneak down to the boat my parents are taking. Slowly slip into the boat, my parents distracted. I run. Down into the lower level of the boat and hide quickly in a cupboard where supplies are held. It's uncomfortable. This I remember. My parents are talking. Their voices get louder as they come down the stairs. I hold my breath. They are rummaging around out there. Making sure everything is there, I guess. My father starts the boat. I feel us pulling away from the dock and we start out at sea. My parents don't suspect I'm here. For that I'm pleased. And nervous. I sit in the small, dark space for what seems like ever. One thing I notice, the water seems to get rougher. I hear the crash of the waves against the boat. The hard sway of the boat is starting to make me sick. We rock and rock. It never ends. My head spins. I'm dizzy in the dark. It's not good. I'm thrown about in the cupboard. I tumble and turn. Crash and burn. I'm instantly sicker than I was. I'm to afraid to throw up. My parents would find me then and I know that they would be mad.

Yelling. The only other thing that fills my ears. Frightened. I try to sit still and not be pushed by waves. I fail. Someone is running toward the stairs. My heart pounds in my heavy chest. The air is hard to breath. I push myself into the corner farthest from the doors and pray they don't find me. The doors fly open and they cool air greets me. I become invisible. Literally. They are searching. Busy hands moving around. Close to me. Close enough to touch. They find what they want. I try not to be thrown about.

"Madilyn?" My mothers voice asks for me. I do not respond. Hoping she goes away.

"I know your in there!" She says. I still don't reply. I'm not here I think. She grabs my leg and pulls me out. My back scratches against the wooden bottom of the cupboard. I slowly open my eyes to look into my mothers. We have the same crazy blue- turquoise eyes. I try to read her expression. She's afraid. Worried. Something has happened. She drags me up the stairs to the top deck. My father's frantic movements scare me even more. He tries to gain control of the ship. Waves are crashing against and into the boat. We are sinking. My mother gives something to my father. He glances at her, grabs it and then does a double-take.

"What is she doing here?" He asks my mother.

"I found her in the cupboard with that." My mother replies gesturing at what she handed my father. I look at him. Fear clearly in my eyes. He shakes his head. I've disappointed him. I never should have come. My mother takes the wheel of the boat. My father grabs me and pulls me to a small, yellow life boat.

"Bethany!" He calls for my mom. She is cutting something with a pocket knife. We are leaving the boat.

"I'll be fine go!" She yells back. I'm terrified. We can't leave my mother. Not out here not in this storm.

"I won't leave you!" The fear and love in my father's voice is thick. A few tears slide down my cheeks. She smiles at him. I see a wave easily 20 feet tall, about to crash into the boat. My father sees it to and throws me into the life raft.

"Hold on and don't let go!" He yells to me.

"Daddy! Mommy," I yell to them "don't leave me!" I start to cry.

"We love you!" My father yells as he pushes the raft of the boat.

"Daddy no!" I cry. I scream for them, "Don't leave me!" My throat hurts. Salty tears stream down my face. I'm thrown on the boat. Up and down I go. I obey my father and hold on for my life.

I'm in a house when I awake. Instantly I sit up.

"Mom? Dad?" I call for them and get no response. I look around for them. For anyone. I start to shake and sweat. My grandfather comes into the room.

"Shh. Madilyn. It's alright. I'm here." He soothes me.

"I want mommy. And daddy." I cry.

"It's okay baby." He sits on the bed and hugs me.

"Mommy!" I cry for her remembering the wave and her on the boat. My father pushing me and me alone on the raft. Refusing to leave my mother.

I sit up and flash awake. I'm in my room. Alone. I'm 16 years old. I sigh. Just a dream. Oh wait...

It was real.