Just realized I switched from first to third person a little into there. I think I'll keep it third though, works better for the story. I like the first bit in first person though, so just like tolerate it. I don't know if this is something I'd like to put a lot of work into, so can people review and let me know if their interested in seeing where this goes? Thanks! Mia.C

High school.

I have never quite gotten over it. eventually, you'd think I would settle into the lull, but no, each day is more painstakingly boring as the next. I know all the material, it was very rarely that any teacher managed to come up with something I wasn't already an expert of. You might presume one such as I never grows bored, what with the mind-reading and all. Similar to the educational content of the school, the content of its body is equally repetitive and sour, however. I barely even listen anymore.

This day was not unlike its many predecessors. I sat, fidgeting and glancing around, at the Cullen table, out of the way of most students. Today their thoughts mirrored one another. A new student. None of them were thinking of her face, however, so I hadn't a clue what she looked like. Not That it mattered. She'd be old news next week, just like the rest of them. She'd settle into their petty debacles and catastrophes: who would ask her to prom, why her friend hadn't replied to her text yet. It was, frankly, dreary.

Still, he could hear across the room, her walking next to a girl I wanted nothing to do with: Jessica Stanley. She was a spiteful social climber, obsessed with a generically popular boy, and convinced all around her were just as mean and arrogant as she was. I listened as she spoke.

"You can sit with us today. Here, this table." Jessica sounded so kind in voice, but her thoughts were dark and unkind.

"Thank you." As the new girl spoke, Jessica finally looked up at her. I gasped. My family looked up at me, surprised, Alice along with them, but soon she gasped as well.

"No! It couldn't be!" Her eyes and mine flew to the table approximately one hundred yards from us, and subsequently so did our siblings.

The new girl sat at the table, listening politely to Jessicas rambles, amongst the blood and heat emitting from all the students.

Suddenly, she stiffened, feeling our stares on her. She gasped at the sight of us, and shrank back into her seat, her butterscotch eyes wide with fright.

Edward searched through the air surrounding Jessica. It was as if no one was sitting where he could obviously see the beautiful girl, deep brown waist length hair, frightened butterscotch eyes, and pale skin. She was a vampire. That was clear. She had the pale, milky skin he saw every time he looked in the mirror. Her eyes had purple bruises beneath them, as if she were recovering from a broken nose, yet that did not detract from her beauty. And those eyes, more similarities still… she had chosen not to be a monster, like he had, and his siblings next to him had as well. Obviously, she had been good for a long time. Her eyes weren't amber in the least, all human blood was rid from her system, which would have taken at least a year. But, she must have been a vampire longer than that. She sat, perfectly calm, in a room bursting with potent blood. It had taken him decade to master that… Jasper was still trying, and he had been with them since the fifties.

"Whats going on, Edward?" Emmett didn't even bother to think it, or if he had, Edward had missed it, too focused on the girl who eyes were still locked with his.

"I-... ," Edward didn't know what was going on. She was silent, he wouldn't believe that seat was occupied if he wasn't looking at her right this second.

"Thank you, for that, Edward. But, what is she thinking?" Rosalie stared at him, forcing him to break his hold on the eyes that he still felt on the side of his face as he turned toward Rosalie.

"I don't know."

Thier thoughts exploded.

What does that mean, he doesn't know? Can't he hear her? What if shes here for us? Emmett was panicked, and still there was a part of him that hoped she was here for a fight, it had been so long since he'd fought someone passionately, bears didn't count, they could never win.

Rosalie had developed further. She couldn't have planned to meet us here. Look at how startled she is! Pathetic. Besides if she were sent here, she wouldn't be alone, she'd never stand a chance against seven of us. Rosalie had noticed that Edward had gone back to watching the girl. Edward seems intrigued. Well. She isn't very pretty. He can't hear her, he said? How about that.

Edward listened quietly to their internal debates. Thinking for himself as well. They'd have to talk to her. But when? Surely school wasn't going to work, in front of all these people. As soon as school let out, she would probably run away, afraid of the five vampires she saw at the other table. And why wouldn't she be? She didn't look very strong, and since he couldn't hear her, she must be a shield. If she was a shield though, she didn't have some other gift, nothing to save herself from physical attacks. No, she definitely had the right to be afraid. But… couldn't she see his eyes? They were alike, him and her. And his family too, he supposed. Maybe she thought that they thought she was on their land. But there were many animals here. She couldnt think that they claimed them all? Alice's mind ripped his eyes from the girl once more, and he turned to her in shock.

There are two ways that this can progress. Only two Edward. Pay attention. Its set in stone. One or the other.

She reluctantly showed him a vision. The girl lay in fire, ripped to pieces, with a blond vampire she didn't recognize standing over her, his eyes dark and pitted, as if they sucked light from the world.

He was shocked by how much pain this image caused him. He wanted to jump up right now, run to the girl and protect her from any possible trouble. He wanted to seek the blond vampire and destroy him, and not kindly either. He was pulled from his violent intentions by Alices second vision.

The girl lay in the meadow that Edward had found, deep in the forest north of here. Her skin glittered softly, and a small smile caressed her face.

How had the girl found the meadow? Had he showed it to her? Had she followed his scent? Were they friends? Were they more? Woah. Where had that come from?

The bell rang, and reluctantly, Edward collected his meager things. Glancing up, he saw the girl doing the same. She walked with a small girl toward the door he would be going through in the next couple seconds. The same direction then. The girl was either going to the gym or the science wing. He hoped upon hope it was science.