October 31, 1994. Thats a day that I will never forget if I actually remembered what it was like. Thats the day I was adopted by my loving mother and father Rosalie and Emmett Cullen. I was a mere infant.

According to my parents I was delivered on Halloween and my birth mother died giving birth to me. My paternal father didn't want anything to do with me. So I ended up in the orphanage.

I was left at the doorstep at the right time because my mother Rosalie was going to adopt a child and to her luck she was the one who heard me screaming and adopted me.

One thing my mom did tell me was that it was the son of my dad's brother. I don't remember a lot I try and I'm unsuccessful. I then ask my parents who change the subject. They're not like other parents. They don't look old they're pale white. I ask about that and they say they have a rare disease. That makes sense at least for a 13 year old!

I love my parents no matter what disease they have. They named me Joe Alexander Emmett McCarty Hale Cullen Well anyways thats my family history. Mother never told me anything else like where I was born when and at what time. She insisted that I should be a nice little boy and go play my video games or go read a book.

My dad shook his head and said thats what a loser kid does. He insisted on teaching me football he said we needed more bonding so in case he and my mom got into a fight I would take his side. He then finished this with a laugh. I laughed as well only to get an asthma attack. My dad always made me feel better even tough I was just about to die.

Dad: Son don't be upset some day you'll figure out the thrush and besides you know how women can be.

Me: I know but does mom never answers my questions.

Dad: No your mom just woke on the wrong side of the bed.

Me: Again?

Me and my dad were close. But he hardly talked much. He always sided with me and with both agreed that mom was over protective! He said that even thought technically I was his nephew he and mother loved me as a son and that I looked a lot like him and to get ready for school.

Now thats what I hate the most. The word made me sick. I wasn't very social. Not depressed either just shy. I walked into school and turned back only to see that my mom was waving "BYE" to me. I sighed and walked into class. I looked at the class clock the clock's hands haven't changed a bit.

Great Jason the fat kid with boogers oozing down his nose throws a spitball at me. I turn around to say something and I get in troube. The other kids laugh at me. And I roll my eyes at them is not pleased I am to change seats and trade wiht Lindsey the girl who farts. Great the seat is warm! Should I be happy that I dont seat in front of Jason or disguted that the seat is warm? I look at the clock 10 minutes down a whole lot to go..

Great I just hoped school finished fast so that I could come back home and play football with my dad. "Joe Joe Joe!" says mad. "Oh uh what?" I say. "Mr. Cullen where is your homework?" she says. Crap! "Sweetie you left your homework in the car with your lunchbox!" I hear my mom say. I freeze, "Oh no my mom!" I turn around and see her walk up to me give my teacher the assignment and kisses me in the forehead! I am humiliated! I wanted to get home now but maybe just to go play football with my dad...