when my father and Emmett had came home with boxes just for it and were oh so excited toinstall it.All of my fathers books and music was moved to my old bedroom in the cottage and replacedwith all my books and music, it took much of my storage space. Throughout my five years, I’dinherited quite a large collection; works from all different times and genres. It was impressiveto look threw all the diversity.Closest to the door was my work area which had my laptop, printer and such.I grabbed my school bag from its hook behind my door and sighed as I closed the door behindme; I really didn’t want to go to school. What kid ever wants to go to school? At least it’sFriday I said to myself. For me school was such a waste of time since I already knew all thematerial they were teaching and the homework was bore. This was only my first year inschool, and it just happened to be my senior year. Yet, I couldn’t complain since it was my ideathat I in roll in school after all. I saw all the other teenagers in the area go to school, and Iwanted to be like them. Hang out by your car in the school parking lot before classes started,have lunch in the cafeteria with all your friends, be on the school athletics teams and eventcomities. I just wanted to be normal, for once.My father had been my tutor ever since I was a few months old; by the time I was a couple of weeks old I could talk, by months I could read books that were far much advanced then thereading level of a toddler. I remember my mother reading me thick volumes of classicalliterature as bed time stories. I absolutely hated when she’d read the same book twice. Attimes I would start reading too.I’d matured and grown up faster then all my other classmates. I was born when they were stillin elementary school. It a long story to explain why... I’d only been told this story maybe onceof twice, but I knew it by heart like the palm of my hand.First in 1918, my father was living in Chicago and dying from the Spanish influenza, he wasonly seventeen at the time. Carlisle’s a doctor and was on call, working the graveyard shift. Hewitnessed my fathers real mother die; her last request was to do anything he could to save herson. So Carlisle did so, and he transformed him, into one of his kind, thats when he started hisfamily. Esme followed then Rosalie and Emmett soon joined, Alice and Jasper heard aboutthem and decided to join them as well; this formed the Cullen family, my family. Eight yearsago or so my mom moved from Phoenix, Arizona where she lived with her mom, Renee to livein Forks, Washington with her father, Charlie. My step-grandfather is a minor league baseballplayer so he traveled a lot, that’s why my mom moved to live with her father. At school shemet my dad, and the rest is history...I guess? They got married in on August 13 of 2008 and Iwas born a month later, on September 10th; three days before my moms birthday. At birth Ididn’t get to see my mom right away. She was going threw the change.One word can fit in context with the words transformed and change; its vampire. Our kind iskept secret from the human race. I’m different from the rest of my family, as well as othervampires except for one. I’m half vampire half human or human-hybrid. My mom was stillhuman when they conceived and delivered me; I almost killed my own mother, that’s why shewas changed by my father. Although, its not like she didn’t want to be, she’d been asking tobe changed for a long time.