I woke up at 7 am. Same time as usual. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed, grabbed my red glasses and jumped out, taking half my blanket with me until it dropped on the floor.

I didn't care, I was a teen and if my room could be messy then it should be messy.

In case you're wondering why I wear red glasses; I wear them to hide my eyes. My eyes are bright crimson red and I basically look like a freak so I have my glasses to cover them. I don't really like to wear sunglasses so I really didn't have another choice; a bandana was not in my options, I like to see what happens around me.

Okay, so I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water in my face before taking a look in the mirror.

Yep, I really was a freak. 18 years old, pale skin but not too pale, dark brown curly waist long hair, red eyes, maybe a little to skinny for my height. I'm 5'7 and weigh 120 lbs but I blame myself for that.

I live with my foster parents, Thomas and Darla Nicholson. They are foster parents number 23.

I was a rape child and my mother wanted to get rid of me but somehow she still gave birth to me but didn't keep me. Once she got me, she just threw me away. Literally. She left me in a junkyard somewhere in Georgia where the owner, Mister Duncan, found me two days later. He eventually dropped me off at foster care and after 22 different families I finally ended up here, number 23, the Nicholson's. I moved in about ten weeks ago, just before I turned 18. I could leave if I wanted to but I actually quite like it here in Tranquility.

Anyways… I finished in the bathroom and started to get dressed for school. I pulled on my dark blue jeans, black and white t-shirt, my black power ranger hoodie and of course as always my boots. I stuffed my school bag with books and swung it over my shoulder before heading down the stairs.

"Ah, good morning, Phoebe." Thomas greeted when I entered the kitchen. "Sleep well?"

"I slept enough," I said and took a seat at the bar where Darla placed a couple of pancakes in front of me. I love these people. "Nothing to worry about though… Darla, this looks great. I wish my other foster parents would have made me pancakes in the morning."

"I'm glad you like it." She smiled. "Now eat up or you'll miss your bus."

"Not going with the bus." I said with a mouthful. "I'm going to walk."

"It's two and a half miles to school." Thomas said. "Is there a specific reason you don't want to go with the bus?"

"Course not." I frowned and took one last bit of my food. "I just feel like walking that's all."

"Something happen at school?"

"No." I insisted and shook my head, as I was about to walk out the door. "I'm fine, I swear. I'm just not in the mood for taking the bus... Bye!" I slammed the door behind me and started to walk.

Truth was I didn't take the bus because of the kids. Everyone thought I was a freak, I could hear the whispers behind my back. Of course I can't forget the bullying and stuff, but I just don't care anymore. They can hurt me as much as they like but it still won't change who I am…

I grabbed my iPod and put in the headphones as I listened to Linkin Park. I walked on the beat and hummed along. I was so take in by the music that I didn't see the car when I crossed the street. I jumped back just in time to dodge a yellow Camaro with black racing striped, but I fell and landed on my butt.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry I didn't see you." Nothing new. "Are you okay?!"

I looked up and saw a guy with dark hair looking at me. I knew that guy. It was Sam Witwicky, he went to the same school as I. He was a senior just like I should have been but with all my moving around and 'condition' I was a grade lower.

"U-uh, yeah. I-I'm fine." I smiled and grabbed his hand as he helped me up. "I should pay more attention to the road. My mistake."

"I guess we should both pay more attention, huh?" He smiled. "I'm Sam, by the way and the person in the passenger seat is Mikaela."

"I'm Phoebe." We shook hands and I wave at Mikaela. "Nice ride."

"Thanks… I-"

"Why don't you come with us?" Mikaela asked through the open car window. "You go to our school right?"

"Y-Yeah but y-you really don't need to d-do that." I said. "It's not that far anyway-"

"It's still two miles." The raven-haired girl smiled. "It's the least we can do since we almost ran you over, right Sam?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "Jump in so I won't have a chance to hit you again."

"I still don't think that…" Sam gave me a his cutest face and when I looked at Mikaela she gave me the same look. "Fine." I sighed and the other two laughed in victory.

Sam opened the driver seat for me and I crawled into the back of the car. When I clicked on the belt I swear I felt the car shiver but that would actually be crazy, right?

"Can I ask you a question?" Mikaela asked as we started to drive.

"Sure." I said snapping out of my thoughts.

"Why do you wear red glasses? You don't have to tell us if you don't want to." She added quickly. "I'm just… Curious."

"The doctors say that I have some kind of disease." I replied, half true. "They want me to wear these so I don't freak people out more then they already are when they see me." Her mouth turned into an 'o' and I could see that she hadn't expected that kind of answer.

"So what kind of disease do you have?" Sam questioned breaking the tension in the car.

"They don't know." I said and it was the truth! "They probably think that I'm some kind of alien."

The car suddenly hit the breaks.

"Sam, what the hell?" Mikaela questioned.

"I almost hit a squirrel!" He said quickly but I frowned. His voice didn't really sound confident about that. I didn't believe him because who would hit the breaks for a squirrel?

XxX

The rest of the ride to school was okay, I guess. Sam didn't slam the breaks anymore and Mikaela and I talked a little. Well she more then I. When we finally reached school, we parted our way and I didn't see then anymore.

I walked to my locker and placed my books in it before grabbing the right one for my next class, biology. Another useless class. I was about to grab my notebook when somebody slammed my locker door. I didn't even need to look before I knew who it was because it was always the same person.

"Hello freak." Trent said.

"Hi." I said not looking up and opened my locker again. I quickly grabbed my notebook before it 'automatically' closed again. "What do you want?"

"We just want to have a word with you."

"You just had a few." I said. "Nice talking to you. Bye!" And I left for class.

XxX

I sat in the back next to the window. The teacher was mumbling something about the human body structure. Tell me something I don't know. I have been to too many different schools with the same classes and the same subject. I could dream this stuff.

I took off my glasses for a quick moment and rubbed my eyes. It was going to be one hell of a long day. I was already tired after thirty minutes of class. A yawn escaped my mouth and I shook my head before putting my glasses back on.

"Miss Nicholson." My teacher said in a tone I didn't like. "If this class does not interest you and you would rather fall asleep then you can leave class."

"Thank God." I mumbled to myself and picked up my stuff before leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked. "Get back to your seat right now."

"You just told me to leave if I didn't want to be here." She was getting on my nerves already. "Please choose your words carefully. Some people take them serious."

"Alright!" The teacher snapped. "Detention. I'll let the principal know you're coming. Out you go, Miss Big Mouth."

"With pleasure." I said with a mocking bow. "Oh, by the way, the biggest muscle in the body in your butt, your heart is the strongest not biggest." With that I left the classroom.

XxX

"This must be a new record for you." The principle, Mr. Dwain said as I sat in front of his desk. "It's not even 10 am yet."

I just sighed and crossed my arms over my chest; I knew what was coming now.

"Look Phoebe," He started. "I know you have had a hard time adjusting yourself to the new environment with the moving and all but you can't just act like that. You're a good kid; you just need to remember that there are other people with feelings. You need to think about what you say and do before you actually do it."

"But she started it." I said. "She told me to get lost so I did but when I rose from my seat she told me to sit back down. I'm not the one who should think words through, she should! I only did what I was told!"

"Tip of advice." He said. "Never go against a teacher's orders-"

"I didn't-"

"Even if they change them." Mr. Dwain said with a small smile not two seconds later the bell for next class went off. "Tell you what. I won't call your foster parents about this but you will have detention for a week starting Monday, deal?"

"Fine." I grumbled and stood up from my seat. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed for my next class, science. Nothing more fun then blowing up stuff!

XxX

"Alright kids." My teacher Mr. Grey said. "I hope you all studied for your test." Shit, I forgot about that. "I don't want to hear any chit chatting, sniffing noses, see any notes flying and pencils ticking against the tables." He started giving out papers as he talked. "Once your done you may go and if I don't see you again; have a nice weekend. Now begin."

It was easier then I thought. The answers just popped into my head without having to think too much or sometimes even before I read the question. I didn't know I could write this fast because I was done in five minutes! I walked up to the teacher and he gave me a strange look.

"Already finished?" He asked me. "Either you studied or had no clue."

I only shrugged and walked out the door before heading outside.

I took a breath of fresh air and placed myself under a tree. It was an absolute beautiful day. The sun was out; the sky was blue and no clouds in sight. I took my sketchbook and pencil from my bag and started to draw. I still had fifty minutes 'till my next class.

I looked around and searched for anything that caught my attention. I could see a Mustang police car standing on the other side of the fence and it looked really cool. I quickly scanned it but frowned when is read some words on the side.

'To punish and enslave.'

That didn't seem right. Maybe it was to scare kids away or something? Some quote to get kids to stay out of trouble? I shook my head and started to draw. I started with the outlining before I started to add details.

I think I got a bit lost in my drawing because before I knew it the bell for class rang again. Had I really been sitting under the tree for fifty minutes?

I sighed and placed everything in my bag again and headed back for my next class.

XxX

It felt like today had lasted a lifetime. Math was boring, English was killing me and Physics had been too easy. Could calculating the amount of energy really be that hard? I mean, seriously! They could teach three-year-olds that!

When the bell rang at 3 pm I sprinted out the classroom. I couldn't wait to get back home and lock myself in my room.

I was just out of the school area when I bumped into someone. I fought the urge to roll my eyes when I saw that it was Trent and his 'gang'. They just couldn't leave me alone, stupid idiots!

Trent pushed me back and I pushed my glassed up. He slammed my sketchbook out of my arms and laughed. I bent down and wanted to pick it up but he placed his foot on it.

He tsked me and shook his head as I looked up.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you to ask nicely? Oh wait, you don't have any parents!" The jocks started to laugh and I pushed his foot off of my book. I got up but the guys surrounded me. "And where do you think you're going?"

"Home." I said. Wow, that came out stronger then I thought.

"You have a home?" Trent laughed. "Who would want a freak like you to live in their house? No one wants a red eyed, vampired, monstrous freak like you to live with them."

"Maybe, but who would want a ugly looking, dipshit face, like yours to live in theirs?" I replied. "I got respect for your parents. I wouldn't want to live with someone who is inhaling steroids. I can't wait 'till your skin breaks. Will you film that for me if I'm not there?"

"Why you little-!" He grabbed my by the front of my hoodie and pulled me closer to him. "Listen up, you little freak!" Trent snarled. "No one and I mean no one talks to me like that without getting away in one piece."

"I'll give you ten bucks if you can break my bones." I said without flinching from his touch. "You're not the first one to try. Ask some guys of my school two times back or my foster family number 3, 14 and 21. I'll bet that they would love to join you."

One of the jocks pulled my hair and I was forced to look up at Trent in front of me. I don't think I have ever gotten him this pissed.

"Listen up, freak!" He hissed and pored his finger into my chest. "Don't try to act like you're all tough and know it all, okay?! You are nothing but a little pathetic loser who doesn't deserve to live. You and your kind should just jump in front of a train and stop taking our oxygen! No wonder you don't have any parents! You are going to die-"

Trent was cut off by a sound of sirens. I turned my head with teary eyes and saw the police car from this morning standing next to us.

A man stepped out. He looked like he was in his early thirties. He wore back shoes, black pants, a black shirt that was buttoned down a little, revealing the white t-shirt underneath. He had black, short messy hair and wore a pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes.

"It there a problem here, gentlemen?" He asked in a stern voice. I don't really know how to describe his voice. He sounded like… A cop.

"No, no problem here officer, right freak?" Trent answered and looked at me. The guy behind me loosened his grip on my hair and it fell like a curtain around my face as I felt a couple of tears roll down my cheek. I eventually nodded my head. Trent's words had hurt me. I thought my emotional wall had been strong enough but apparently not.

"Well get before I call your parents." The officer threatened and I heard the guys walking away as I was left alone. "Come on." The officer said and grabbed my arm. I flinched but it only caused him to tighten his grip more. "Let's go for a ride."

He pushed me in the car before I could answer. Once he had taken a seat himself the seatbelt suddenly came around me and painfully held me in my seat as we took off. My eyes widened in fear and I looked at the cop next to me, he was smiling. Not a soft or sweet smile but an evil one and I started to panic.

"Stop moving, fleshling!" He ordered and grabbed my jaw to make me stop. He forced me to look at him and once again my eyes widened as he took of his glasses. His eyes were the exact same color red as mine; his only seemed to glow a little. "Disobey me and I will tear your spark out before we reach the others! Do I make myself clear?!" His grip turned more painful when I didn't answer. "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

"Yes!" I cried as more tears appeared in my eyes.

"YES WHAT?!"

"Yes sir!"

He pushed my head away and I felt a needle in my neck before I passed out.