“Well, I’ll come back to tell you how school goes.” I thought that over, “and don’t worry about any boys. Believe me; I’m just fine without having that complication!” I snorted and tripped on my way to my bike, my feet tangled in my backpack straps. “I inherited your gracefulness, dad.” I laughed at myself and hoped on my bike putting my helmet on.

The first day of my junior year, and I was starting over. All of us were, the kids in Phoenix wouldn’t stop ragging on Rose and I. It was all over the paper. How an eleven you old girl was raped and her sister and her killed all three of the rapist. Everyone knew it was us. I didn’t even remember that part. I guess I smashed someone’s head in with a bat and she stabbed the other two to death. Rose couldn’t remember either. In my opinion, they got what they had coming and the courts thought it was justified too, self defense.

Jasper could have integrated and left us behind, but he wouldn’t do it. He may not show very many emotions, but he knew ours really well. He was sensitive to the emotions of the people around him. I think that’s why he doesn’t like people… I wonder what he’s cooking because I’m starving. I parked my bike and ran up the stairs to the front door. I threw my back pack on the stairs and when to the kitchen.

The grave yard was only about ten minutes for our house. I couldn’t have planned it better. It was out of the way and hard to find if you didn’t know what to look for.

Jasper had a pan in his hand and Rose was reading a magazine on the table. It was a ‘car and driver’ issue. She must have made sure that her subscriptions were sent to the right address. “How’d it go?” She asked not taking her eyes off of her page. I smiled.

“I showed him my scrap book. You guys want to see the finished product too?” Rose looked up and smiled. She moved to the seat next to me and Jasper pushed a few buttons on the oven. After the beeping stopped he pulled up a chair too. It went by pretty quick, picking on each other for our eyes being closed or being sweaty. 

“What’cha making?” Jasper’s mouth twitched up slightly and I knew he didn’t follow a recipe.

“It’s a mix between lasagna, pizza and spaghetti.” At least it wasn’t something weird, yes, it got weirder than that. How does toasted chicken covered in fruitloops sound? “I put macaroni noodles, cheese, sauce and pepperonis all in a deep dish. It should be done in about seven minutes.” The door opened and I knew Esme was home. I flipped to the front page again and waited for Esme to look at my scrap book next. 

“Want to go school shopping tomorrow?” Was the first thing out of her mouth when she entered the kitchen. “That smells amazing Jasper.” It was Esme’s saturday to pick what we did. We took turns choosing what family activity we did. We spent every saturday together since Rose and I joined the Hale’s. We all agreed. We did need to go school shopping, it started this Monday. I was glad my family and I were so close, just the usual summer ending with the Hale’s.