A/N: Hello peoples this is my first ever story so don't know how good/bad it is. I will upload the first few chapters to see how they go. I tend to get carried away when I'm writing so if the chapters seem to be going really slowly please review and let me know and I'll try fix them to speed up. I hope you enjoy the story, I have ideas so I know where I want to go with this I just have to get it written out! Anywho, read and review.
Please read past the first 2 chapters as they are a bit shocking but they are really just introductory ones anywhoooo, please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
Chapter 1: Disappointment
Maiyah's POV
Yes, I mentally screamed my happiness as dollar number thirty six dropped out of my little house shaped piggy bank. I could finally buy the bike helmet that I'd been saving up for. It had taken weeks and weeks of delivering papers in the pouring rain but I had done it. I punched the air, shouting my joy as I ran round the house trying to get ready to go out. I caught sight of myself in a mirror and wondered how the massive grin didn't stretch off my face. As soon as I was out the door I cart wheeled down the porch steps, yes I know I could have broken my neck but who freaking cares! I flung my rucksack on my back and jogged over to my beloved bike. I gazed at it lovingly taking in every scratch and scrape along the bright green frame, each scratch had such a great memory, like when I tried to jump the bike over a fallen tree but clipped the back wheel and fell in a tangled mess which ended in an emergency room appointment, but never mind all fine now. I pulled the handle bars up and sat on. Just as I was about to push off who should turn up, but the freaking postman. He handed me a small pile of letters and I almost cried in frustration at the delay. I looked through the pile grimacing when I saw the La Push Elementary logo, dammit why can't I just have one good day. I ripped open the letter and breathed a sigh of relief when I read that my suspension was up starting Monday, and then I'd be back there. That's right, I'm still at elementary school and yet I run about on my own.
So this me, Maiyah Call. I'm eight and a half, the half is very important to me, I have long black hair down to just above the small of my back and it's slightly wavy, I usually tie it into two plaits, I have quite dark russet skin and I am very, very short for my age which is a serious disadvantage but hence why the 'and a half' is important in my age. I live with my brother Embry, well I say live, he hardly ever comes home any more. We used to be tight until the other year when he ditched his 'Moomin' as he called me and started hanging round with his very fishy friends. We don't have parents, they died in a car crash when I was three and Embry was 11. We always used to talk about them so we didn't forget and it really helped so I'm ok with what happened now.
Right, what to do with the letter, it wasn't hard to decide. I shoved it in the back of my sock drawer with the rest of the letters I had managed to intercept. All of them about various topics like disruptive behaviour, fighting other children, getting suspended once... twice... I lost count. The teachers always let me back in because they feel sorry for me living in a 'broken home' whatever that means, it's not like the buildings about to fall down. Silly ass teachers. Yeah ok I have some bad language but I picked that up from Embry and I keep it as the one connection to how he used to look after me. The sock drawer was having a hard job shutting, I suppose my love for socks and the massive bundle of letters didn't help and in my haste I pulled it out completely. Oh crap. Never mind, it's not like Embry will come home any time soon and I'd only be out for a couple hours.
I made my way back out into the light drizzle and picked up my bike leaping onto the saddle with excitement, the money in my bag jangling in anticipation of being spent so well. I had to make a pit stop first. I was going to tell mum and dad that today was the day. I cycled out of the yard and peddled as fast as my little legs would go up to the highway. I stopped briefly to check for cars, Embry always told me to look otherwise I'd be strawberry jam. I pushed myself forward onto the wide road and turned in the direction of Forks. I laughed to myself as the cool mist trickled down my face and soaked me to the skin. Nothing could dampen my spirits right now. I saw the sign to the cemetery loom up and veered off onto the narrow gravel path. I jumped from the saddle and ran, pushing my bike up to the corner where my parents lay. I dropped my bike and lay on my front between the two graves.
"Mum, dad, guess what! I'm getting my bike helmet today! The newspaper man gave me the last dollar last night; I gave him a massive hug. Embry used to tell me to calm down with people and that I was like a hyper jack in the box but I was sooo happy! I know I told you before but I don't want you to forget what it's like. It's like a metallic glittery blue at the front then it goes into like flame shapes across the middle and it goes into a sort of silvery white glittery bit. It's the most amazing helmet I've ever seen" I said wistfully beaming at the marble headstones, "I have to come back and show you when I have it. You'd be so proud of me, I made up all the money on my own. The newspaper man, I forgot his name, but he gave me a dollar every time I delivered five whole papers. I know I haven't been good recently but there's a horrible girl at school and she's mean to me, but doing the papers was something good to do wasn't it?" I looked down hoping that wherever they were, my parents weren't too angry with me. I got up to leave brushing mud and grass off my navy blue raincoat, "I love you guys. Right I'm off!" And with that I peddled out of the cemetery as fast as I could.
I pulled up outside the Newton's hiking shop and rested my bike against a bench. I looked up at the sky and beamed, the rain could not dampen my spirits. Pushing open the heavy door, I stepped inside hearing the familiar tinkle of the little bell that went off whenever anyone walked in. Clutching the straps of my bag I made my way up to the back of the store, the wall covered in all sorts of helmets, but the one I wanted, the blue flames and silver was the second row, just above my head. I gazed up at it wanting to shout to the world that it would soon be mine.
Edward's POV
I noticed her as soon as she walked in. it was the smell that got me first. The disgusting wet dog smell that clung to anyone who made contact with the pack was clear and strong. I thought it was one of the pack at first but I heard none of their annoying wolf-y thoughts. Instead it was a little girl who was quite clearly very excited. I smiled when I heard Jasper next to me. Good heavens, that is one happy person. How can anyone smelling like that be so happy? Bleurgh! But wow at that, just wow! I laughed to myself, Jasper turning to me with a raised eyebrow. I just shoved his shoulder and hopped into the next aisle to see who the happy wolf child was. Well she was tiny for a start and covered in mud, typical wolf, and she was bouncing on the spot. I tuned into her thoughts looking for clues. There it is! There it is! Eee so excited! Oh I have to talk the man, right calm down Maiyah it's just a helmet. That I freaking love! Ok breathe! I let out a choking sound as I attempted to stifle my loud guffaw but was partially unsuccessful. The little girl turned to stare at me. Maybe he's not right in the head. Embry said there were loonies around. I bet he's one. He's got funny eyes and he looks odd. Yes, definitely a loony. I'll just act normal in case he's a mass murdering loony.I ducked back over to where Jasper stood looking bemused before I cracked up laughing, she was a right little character. But my laughter suddenly caught in my throat and Jasper stiffened next to me as the emotions in the room changed. Ok focus, blue flames, silver, $36... hold on... what? No! It can't be! Yesterday it said $36 why does it say $40? Oh no! Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, just ask the man.
I was suddenly engulfed in a wave of sadness as Jasper's thoughts hit me. I peered over the flask display at the child who was scrunching her face up in a furious attempt not to cry. She stepped back and marched towards Mr Newton who was on shift that day.
Maiyah's POV
I felt sick. I'd been saving up for so long to get the perfect helmet and then the stupid shop put the price up by four whole dollars. And now my suspension was over it would take ages to make up the extra. I was going to talk to the man at the desk, it wasn't fair. I marched over to the desk swallowing the lump in my throat and glowering at the man. He didn't even see me for ages, stupid blind man.
"Oh sorry petal, didn't see you down there" he had some right cheek, "what can I help you with?"
"That helmet, the blue flames and silver one, it was $36 yesterday and now it's $40. Why has it gone up?" I tried and failed to sound like an angry grown up person but it all came out in a little girl squeak. The man looked down at me and chuckled, yes- he actually chuckled in my face. Oh he made me so angry.
"Well petal-"
"I'm not a flower" I heard a little laugh behind me but tried to ignore the loony man with the weird eyes.
"Sorry, but the taxes went up, I've had to put the prices up on everything. There's nothing I can do about it. You should ask your parents to pay the last bit" he shrugged as if it was nothing. It was everything to me, my whole suspension working up to this day and he just shrugged it away like it was no big deal. Anger boiled up inside me, my fists balled and I felt blood rushing into my cheeks. I stepped back, meaning to leave straight away, but being the clumsy person I am, I tripped and fell into a hat stand. The man at the desk just laughed. I could have ripped his head off. The loony man was crouched next to me holding out his hand. I didn't want his help, I wanted to run, to get out and go far away.
I got out as fast as my little legs would let me and grabbed my bike. The rain was not helping my mood. The saddle was wet, great a soggy bottom, and I let the tears stream down my face. I cycled away at a great speed, bawling my eyes out as I went. By the time I reached the dirt track leading to my house I wasn't crying or angry, just deflated, cold and wet. Then I saw the truck and my mood got worse. Embry was back.
A/N: That was probably a rubbish chapter I'm just trying to introduce things and get it started (admittedly very slowly)