Don't own 'Twilight' or any of it's characters. All belong to lucky lady Stephenie Meyer.

This is a story about a girl named Violette, the average girl, in an average life with a beautiful name. She lived many a day for twenty-five years being average wishing for something beautiful, more than just her name.

She lived in a plain house with her family of four. Her mother Jane, father Ralph, and her brother Jack.

Each day she would drive in her boring blue car to a square grey building in a small city. To sit in a grey cubicle and stare at a white computer screen.

Yes, Violette was looking for anything beautiful.

As a child she saw only the bright colors and the beauty in everything. But with time and age, she had forgotten where to look. She was not bitter or raw, simple grey.

So our story of Violette embarks of course on a Monday, the most grey of days.

It all began as all her others do in a black suit driving in her blue car to her grey building under dark grey skies.

At lunch she sat under florescent lights eating a soggy tuna sandwich at a cold table. She was running through lists of things to do in her head as Andrea sat across from the small table.

Andrea was a peppy plump woman in her thirties who loved to chat. Upon her arrival she dropped a thick book onto the table.

Violette smiled warmly at Andrea then glanced over the black cover before asking her, "How's your day going?"

Andrea smiled back, "Oh, you know… Hey you said you like to read right?"

"Sure, when I get the chance." Which is never these days Violette thought to herself.

Andrea however lit up like a Christmas tree at this. "Okay, well, Abby had me read this book. And Violette I'm telling you it is better than chocolate!"

Violette smiled at the thought of reading a book recommended by Andrea's thirteen year old daughter who wore more black eyeliner in a day than she would in a year.

"What's it about?" Violette asked as Andrea bit her lip.

"Just trust me, I can't explain it, but you have to read it! Abby even said you can borrow her copy." She pushed the shiny black book at her.

"'Twilight' huh?" Violette picked up the book along with her trash as she stood. "I probably won't be able to get to it for a few days Andrea. You sure Abby won't mind?"

"Yup, positive." Andrea waved her hands in the air for emphasis to take it.

"Okay well I'll get it back to you as soon as I can, tell Abby I said thanks." She dumped her trash into the can and turned towards the door.

"No problem hon, just one thing though…" Andrea's voice dropped to a serious tone, causing Violette to turn and face her.

"What's that?"

"I'm warning you now, that book is highly addictive. I spent at least half of my vacation reading the series!"

Violette laughed at this, "I consider myself warned."

Still smiling she walked back into the sea of grey with 'Twilight' in her hand. Little did she realize she should have been warned about a whole lot more .