I had spent most of my first school night restlessly pacing my room, racking my brain for reasons as to why my half-dreams were changing. All I could come up with was that they were different ever since I moved to Forks, they did not appear to have a specific trigger, and I couldn’t snap out of them until they were over. Pathetic. Leave it to me to still have nightmares when I physically couldn’t sleep any more.

The second day of school went by remarkably slowly – class went by in a daze and the human voices around me seemed to fade to a dull whisper. I kept my head down as much as possible, in the hopes I would attract less attention than yesterday. Sometimes I wished that, instead of getting amazing self-control as a newborn gift, I had gotten the power of invisibility. It seemed as though the harder I tried to avoid the scrutiny of the public eye, the easier I got myself noticed. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re a seventeen-year-old newborn vampire who desperately wants to ignore the human race and get ignored by them. You can’t have your cake and avoid eating it, too.

And so the staring and whispers behind my back – and sometimes in front of it – began. Walking down the hallway, I often caught a few “creep”’s and the occasional “freak show”. Oh, how lovely it is to be blessed with supernatural hearing. Somehow, in the 48 hours since I had first stepped onto this campus, I had accumulated both a fan club in the male department and an enemy in the girl’s section. Apparently, I had crossed the line the moment I became “friends” with Mike Newton. Lauren and Jessica had probably congregated with a huge angry female mob in the girl’s locker room, plotting my assassination as I trudged, disgruntled, to my locker to meet Angela. If only they knew I could rip their heads off whenever I damn well pleased – that would really shut them up.

I remembered with a sudden pique of interest that lunchtime meant we would go to the cafeteria, and the cafeteria meant I would once again see – and smell – the mysterious Cullen family, which would hopefully lead me to draw more conclusions as to why their scent both calmed and infuriated me. Since yesterday, my urge to discover the truth behind their beautiful, porcelain exterior had only grown stronger. I began walking beside Angela across the quad with a new vigor, anxious to see them again.