Standing, I grabbed my bathrobe and pulled it around me. What a wonderful way to start a new life!

TWILIGHT

We sat at the table, my parents not eating -again-. They hardly ever ate around me, it was like they were the perfect specimen, never needing to eat, or sleep, or even go to the bathroom. But I knew that wasn't ever possible, cause when they did eat, dad would always tease her about how terrible it tasted. Mom was a great cook and hardly gave herself the credit she deserved.

Taking the fork in my left hand, I juggled three things at once, staying in a pattern, fork of omelet, read next paragraph of Wuthering Heights, take a sip of milk, then start back the other way.

Whenever I read Wuthering Heights, my father would snort and roll his eyes, "You are too much like your mother, you know that?" He puts the cup of coffee to his lips.

"Ugh" I grunt sounding like a caveman. Take another bite of omelet.

"Why are you reading such a depressing book anyway?" he questions after swallowing his coffee. He jostles his hair around a little, his pale skin smooth as marble

"Dad," I start, slightly baffled with the same beauty I've seen for 16 years. "It's a classic, I like it." My mom stands up and takes my plate away from me when I finish, washing them.

"So, Mayella, what's on the schedule for today?" My mother asks, cutting my father off from continuing his comment that would sooner of later escalade into a criticism then an argument.

"I don't know" I admitted. I was a brand new body here in Forks and I didn't know where anything was.

My parents knew though. They had grown up together here. My mother lived with her father who was murdered when I was a baby, and my grandma died of a heart attack. They weren't married.

My father lived with his parents and siblings, both biological and adopted. I had met my aunts and uncles, but never my grandparents. I love my aunts and uncles, but my favorite were my aunt Alice and Uncle Emmett.

They both knew how to make someone laugh. All of them were strangely beautiful though -especially my aunt Rosalie-. Like my parents, they were all in their late 20's early 30's and didn't look a day over the age of 18.