You put in the passcode for your locker, your nimble fingers twisting the dial of the lock. You had just gotten out of your last class of the day, and you were finally done school for the year. Done grade 7, going onto grade 8. You put on your jacket; a thin, navy blue cashmere sweater. Being a Cullen, you had never had many friends, even though you were still human. As Carlisle had told you that you had to be 18, and then he'd turn you.

You grabbed your backpack out of your locker, then closing and locking your locker. You turned and walked down the still-crowded hallways, getting mean or weird looks from almost everyone. But you had learned to ignore it. You walked out of the front exit, and began walking home. It was a long walk, considering your family lived 10 minutes out of town.