Begin Anew

Fate Always Intervenes

A year later, and we still hadn’t left Forks, nor were we planning on it.  We faked our deaths, yet returned to work and school under new identities; Michael Swan was our father, my dad’s cousin, and the rest of us were his children.  Angela and I went by Alexandra and Arabella, respectively, while Madi went by Heidi, a name from her favorite book.  We even faked documents for the kids, as they went to public school.  We had no choice.  Renesmee went by Carlie Renesmee, Masen went by Anthony Masen, which he hated, and Ellowyn decided to go by Elizabeth Selah, not knowing that the first name she picked out on her own was her paternal grandmother’s name.

In fact, they knew nothing of their father’s heritage…only mine, and I intended to keep it that way.

We were able to make our looks so that we could say that we were related to the Swan’s and to each other, but as distant cousins to them.  At least we could stay in these identities for a couple of years and then switch them, because all of us refused to leave Forks, no matter what.  Especially with the whole imprinting thing…Angela had Jared, Renesmee had Jake, Embry had Wynnie, Leah had Masen (though she tried to fight it, at first, she eventually gave in), and Seth had Madi.

My dad and I were the only ones without anybody, and honestly, at least with me, I had no urge to fall in love and be heartbroken, so because of this I was often unhappy, but as long as I took care of my family, I didn’t care how I felt…only them.

 

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The first day of school always brought out the jitters in anybody, especially those of us who didn’t sleep.  I was also starting to get into the habit of calling everybody by their fake names, so that we didn’t screw that up in public.

“Okay, I packed a thermos each of human blood for all of us…please, no biting your classmates,” I told everybody, who let out a giggle.  My little ones were already standing by the door, looking older than the age of seven that they now appeared to be.

“Why must we start second grade?” Masen griped as he put his thermos into his new backpack.  His twin sisters were grumbling about that, as well.

“It was the best I could do on such short notice,” I told them, looking at the three with my scolding mother look, “so you better be nice, Carlie, Anthony, and Elizabeth!”

They grumbled an “alright, alright,” and shut right up.  Since I couldn’t keep an eye on them all day, it worried the hell out of me.

My father had already left for work.  He was working as chief, under his new name, and doing part-time work at the hospital to kill some extra time.  Not that we needed the money, but this way he could sneak us blood whenever he could.