Hey guys! So this is my Twilight story. I was really bored in math class, and started day dreaming, and this is the story that I came up with. So I wrote down some stuff, and turned it into a story. I hope that you read it and I hope that you like it.

Prologue/Chapter 1

I've always had bad luck with guys. Always. I've always fallen for the wrong guys. Had the wrong guys fall for me. They were always jerks, and always treated me badly. I've been cheated on and lied to. I've been told harsh things. I figure that it runs in the family because my mom has the same problem that I do. My dad left me and my mom for a 24 year old, blond bimbo. But I'm not supposed to call her that. Even though my mom does. Where`s the justice in that?

So my mom, who decided that we need a change of pace, decided that we were going to move. Yep, move. My mom said that we were going to move to La Push, Washington. La Push, as in a place that I've never been to and never heard of. I asked my mom if we were even Native, and she said yes. Although you wouldn't be able to tell with me.

I was pale or as my mom loves to call it 'fair skinned'. It really sucked because my dad was Italian and my mom was Quilette. And they were both really tan. But then I was pale. My dad had deep hazel eyes, and my mom had dark brown eyes. I had neither. My eyes changed colours. Not drastically, but they went from greys to green's and from greens to blues and back again. It was actually quite cool. Well at least I thought so. But not the people at my school. They were all tan, and we 'perfect'. Which brings me to another point.

The people at my school, they were all tall, thin, and athletic. I was short, curvy, and was clumsy. I wasn't super clumsy. But just enough for me to never make a sports team. Plus all the people at my school thought that whoever had blond hair, like me, was to be popular and either play a sport, or be a cheerleader. But just because I had blond hair, doesn't mean that I HAD to be a cheerleader, or play on a sports team.

Anyway, needless to say, I was glad to be packing up and moving. i didn't fit in there. that school was too into cliques, and that drove me crazy. My mom was happy to move back to La Push. She missed it there, I could tell. I didn't even remember it there. I had no idea what it was like. My mom said that she had tons of memories of me, my dad and her, actually getting along. I didn't really know what went wrong with my mom and my dad. They fought a lot, and once or twice I thought that it was about me. I didn't know though. That was when I was 6. And now I'm 16. And getting ready to move to La Push.

I was excited. I had all my stuff packed, and I was all done everything, even before my mom. I was so excited that every once in a while, I would ask my mom when we were leaving.

"Camdyn! Finally! We are leaving right now!"I screamed in excitement, and ran for the car. i hopped into the front seat and cranked up the radio. I started singing out loud when my favourite Paramore song came on. A couple seconds later, my mom walked out of our 'old' house. She got into the car and we FINALLY left. I looked back once, and then promised myself that no matter what, I wouldn't look back anymore. I was looking forward to a new life in La Push.

"Mom?" i turned in my seat to face her. She turned to look at me and smile. I saw her dark skin, and her deep brown eyes, and I frowned slightly. I didn't get it. I don't have the tan coloured skin that my parents have. I don't have the brown curly hair that my dad has. I don't have the long, black hair that my mom has. No instead I have long dirty/golden blond hair. I looked nothing like my mom or my dad. But that's just my opinion.

"Well sweetie, I knew a lot of people there. But they might not recognize me." I nodded and turned my attention back to the road. We only had an estimated 14 more hours to that was just my personal guess. However we did have to travel from northern Ontario, Canada. Hamilton to be exact. So it might be 14 hours. Oh well, I just couldn't wait until we got there.