Home Sweet Home

Disclaimer: Stephanie Myers owns Twilight, and I don't own anything to do with SLC Punks.

I've screwed with timelines just to let you all know…

Chapter one: A change

Salt Lake City, Utah 2005-

I moved in with Steve-o and Heroin Bob about five days after arriving in SLC, I was

fourteen and had run away from home. After living on the street for five days they found

me, deemed me there's, and let me crash with them at there pad.

They were the ultimate big brothers, Bob and I would get drunk and pass out together, and Steve-o and I would go to

concerts and mosh until we broke something.

It was about three weeks after my seventeenth birthday, when things started snow balling.

SLC, Utah 2007-

Heroin Bob and Steve-o went to a party while I went out to a concert, when I got back I passed out on top of Steve-o. I was

woken up by sobs and Steve-o shouting about something, when I finally woke up to process what happened, I screamed.

Steve-o and I sat on the cold steps of the funeral home, both of us were livid. Bob was gone, forever. I had gone out soon

after the ambulance came to track down the girl that gave him the 'aspirin', I thrashed her right and proper, word was she

couldn't see for days.

She didn't say a word to anyone; she knew what she had done.

So here we were, at a complete loss as to what to do, silence. Finally he turned to me, he had told me to shave his head

before the funeral, all piercings came out, "Let's go to your town", and I gave him a look of disbelief. "You can't be serious?"

He was.

That's how I, Suli 'Punkass' Cray, found myself filling out school forms and enrolling in Forks High School. I am the essence of

punk, I have spiky acid green hair, a nose ring, spider bites, and a hella badass attitude, and I'm quaking in my combat boots

about seeing my family again.

My mother passed when I was twelve, that's when the drugs started. I have a brother eight years older than me who went

off to college two years before mom died, so it was just me and my manic depressed father. I was so clouded by drugs that

my father's depression made me think he had forgotten me, so I ran.

Steve-o already had a job secured at a local law firm, he might have been a punk, but he still graduated Law School with

flying colors; you can't beat the system unless you completely understand it. Steve-o and I have a place near the Indian

Reservation, three bedroom, two bathrooms, big kitchen, and a pretty decent living room.

I'm fairly sure that the moment I walked out of the office the secretary called the local paper to fill them in; little Suli Cray was

back in town.

So? Love it? Hate it? Go easy on me, I'm still getting used to submitting my writing to the public, :P

I love SLC Punks and Twilight, so why not conbine them? I prolly won't update too often because I own a kennel and

between that and high school graduation i'll be swamped, i'll find time tho, no worries!

love to all,

Bulletxx