Chapter 18 ~ New - Old Faces

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Dakota's POV

I, being the idiot 'twin', messed up Elizabeth's pudding for dessert today.. And I know what your thinking: D, what did you do this time? It was nothing, honest! Just, maybe a bit too much salt... That's not bad is it? No.

Ashley, whom was not eating and playing something on her phone, screamed. I tripped and fell into a chair, causing MyAnna to fall. "Sorry." I mumble and stand up.

"Guys, look at this." Ashley showed us the screen, it was a text conversation.

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Ash: Hey Alice!

Alice: Um, who is this?

Ash: Very funny

Alice: This isn't a joke! Who is this?!

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"Oh my god..." Jackson said, covering his mouth with both of his hands.

"I know.. She completely forgot about us, maybe the others didn't?" She suggested.

"No, who ever or what ever made her forget, it probably happened to the others." Maggie said.

There was a moment of silence, this was somewhat depressing to say the least. They had just gotten to know us, and now.. well, you get my point.

"What do we do now?" Mackenzie asked.

"We could freak them out again, just maybe differently. We still got our wigs, contacts and costumes; it'll work." Kellen said with a slight grin.

"I'm not one to prank like that but this'll be perfect!" Booboo said happily, jumping up and down.

"Tomorrow then."

•Time Skip to Tomorrow•

I woke up, pulling my hair into a high bun and putting in, carefully I might add, my blood red contacts. Elizabeth did my make-up to make me look younger and a little paler, along with the others. Clasping my cloaking and slipping on my Volturi crest, I step outside, staring out into the street.

"You ready?" Mackenzie asked, blinking a couple of times to make sure her brown contacts were in place.

"I guess so. I'm going in after your 'parents' so.... I bet the Cullen's aren't ready." I said, smiling then pulling on my Jane mask. "Later Hybrid." I walk away from a now giggling Mackenzie.

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"See you in a bit." Rob called as he walked in after Ashley and Jackson, Kristen was already inside, staring at them from a near-by table. The 'Denali's' were coming in a week because the real Denali's were coming in a week.

Taking a deep breath, I walk in and my friends stare at me with wide-eyes while the Cullen's looked even more confused; I sat down at a table far-away from everyone.

"Who are they?" I heard Kristen ask.

"Them? I.. I have no clue, but aren't the boys just the hottest? That bronze haired one is single, hope he asks me out, he is soooo dreamy." I heard the girl next to her say and Kristen rolled her eyes.

"And who's she?" I knew that was for me.

"I think she's a transfer from Italy, Volterra I think," the Cullen's stiffened visibly. "She had a hard life, never saw the light of day; I think her name is Janette or something like that." Kristen looked in my direction and I narrowed my eyes, they were almost slits.

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I looked down at my new schedule, I had Biology first, Algebra second, Gym third, Free Period fourth, Lunch, Music fifth, AP LA sixth, and History seventh.

Walking in, everyone's eyes were fixed on me, along with a practically seething Rosalie.

"Ah, you must be the new student, hmm? I'm Mrs. Johnson, why don't you introduce yourself hmm?"

"Alright." I said, my voice very child-like. "My name is Janette Dolore (it'll be explained later) but I prefer Jane. I am a transfer from Italy and I'm twe- I mean seventeen years old; my.... parents were very strict, never let me see the sun, that's why I'm so pale, and I have an eye condition; It is not contagious." I said, then I walked to the back of the room.

Biology was a bore, I was looking out the window, drumming my fingers on the desk and not paying any attention at all; pretty typical huh? When the bell rang, I bumped into someone and they shivered under my touch but I ignored it. Algebra started like my other class, but Ashley was in it, under the alias of 'Mary-Alice Brandon Cullen'.

In school, Algebra was my favorite and best class, it was fun.. Mostly because the teacher was always away, I didn't show my excitement though, it'd ruin my whole act.

My next class was super easy, the boys were surprised that me, a small, fragile looking girl could beat them at a came of dodgeball; Kristen and Jackson was in this class with me (AKA Isabella {Bella} Marie Swan and Jasper Withlock-Hale Cullen) along with Emmett and Edward, they tried so hard to get me out.

When Lunch came, Ashley invited me to her table, I declined, she begged, I finally accepted.

"Guys, this is Janette. Janette, this is Emmett, Rosalie, you already met Jasper, Edward and you already met me as well." Ashley introduced.

"Pleasure." I mumble.

"Hey Edward," I heard Rosalie mumble, "What does Dolore mean in Italian?"

Edward gave me a murderous glare and replied, "Pain."

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The rest of the day was completely boring to say the least, most people thought I was either pretty or scary and I wouldn't blame them; I'm trying to keep up Jane's reputation.

Isabella's POV

"Edward.. Who are they." I demanded, classes were about to start and the family on the other side of the room were.. they looked exactly like us!

"I don't know."

My ears picked up a conversation closer to the table of the strangers,
"Them? I.. I have no clue, but aren't the boys just the hottest? That bronze haired one is single, hope he asks me out, he is soooo dreamy." I heard the girl next to her say and the other girl, I assumed she asked the question, rolled her eyes.

"And who's she?"

"I think she's a transfer from Italy, Volterra I think," I stiffened. "She had a hard life, never saw the light of day; I think her name is Janette or something like that." The girl they were talking about was small, she had blond hair and the worst part was, she had blood red eyes.

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I didn't have any classes with any of the new kids, but Rosalie did.

"Hey Edward," I heard Rosalie mumble, "What does Dolore mean in Italian?"

Edward gave that girl - Janette - a murderous glare and replied, "Pain."

My eyes were as wide as saucers and I looked over to the girl. She stared at us, her eyes were slits and I could tell she's holding back a growl.

"Janette," the girl next to her warned; she had a pixie cut and bright, golden eyes.

"What Mary-Alice?" She asked.

"I told you, it's Alice." "I don't care, what?" "Just stop doing that eye battle and go to class."

I hadn't even realized the bell had rang. Those new kids were very familiar, I feel like I met them before but I haven't.

"I am so finding out who those new kids are." I mumbled, climbing into Edward's Volvo.

Yes, I am alive. I just have major writer's block, so, I made this. Later.

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