So here's the first chapter. Short i know, but it's only the beginning. So here's to reading a new story, enjoying the words that i'm writing, and to many more to come. Cheers.

Dear Steph,

You've got one wicked mind. Thanks for letting me borrow your mind/characters.

Love,

silly little lost girl.

I had to get myself ready for the day, I groaned when my alarm clock went off. Not wanting to leave the warm confines of my bed, even in Forks the summer nights are cold. I grumbled to myself and tried to suffocate myself in my pillows. There's something unnatural about having to leave a warm bed on a Saturday morning to go do community service. I tried to pretend that I hadn't heard my alarm clock and tried to submerge myself back in my warm bed and delectable dreams. I heard the floor creak, and thought nothing of it, I mean Charlie lived in an old house, creaks are what is expected from it. I should of paid more attention to it, the creaks weren't of an old house, they were the creaks of an old man trying to be a stealthy ninja. I should of known.

I was soon viscously ripped from said warm bed and unceremoniously dumped onto the cold wooden floor of my bed. I had managed to thump my head on the edge of the bed, mutter curse words that would make satan himself blush, I rolled onto my side clutching my aching head and trying to rub my back from the impact of the hard floor.

"What the fuck Charlie?" I growled out, trying to squint agains the bright lights that had suddenly appeared as he went around the room opening up all the blinds, letting in the morning sun. Usually I pray for the sun to make its sacred appearance in this bleak two star town, but suddenly I found myself wishing that it would go away. I must of really bumped my head if I was asking for the sun to go back into witness protection.

"You have a service to pay off, remember?" He smiled sweetly at me, his normal silent self was M.I.A today. My father was a man of few words, and fewer emotions. As the police chief of a small town, he prided himself in providing the town with 100% protection from all crimes. Like Forks ever saw any police action.

I grumbled to myself wishing that I thought some of my brilliant ideas out sometimes. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going." I used my bed to propel me into motion. "Thanks for the wake up call chief."

I didn't stick around to hear his reply, already making my way to the shared bathroom to get a warm shower to wake me up and get me ready for this long ass day. I tried to stay in the shower for as long as possible, but again this old house was against providing me any joy or relief. The hot water didn't last that long and I had to get out. Wrapping my towel around myself and my hair, I tried to keep the warmth with me and I brushed my teeth and ran to my room. Quickly changing into some jean shorts and an old baseball tee, I quickly ran a bush through my unmanageable brown curly hair. Putting it up into a ponytail, and placing a baseball cap on top of it, I grabbed some cash, my phone, ipod, and keys. Bounding down the stairs I slid into the kitchen to grab a pop tart and some orange juice before pecking Charlie on the cheek.

"You're painting the hospital today. Try and behave today? For me please." He pleaded as I drank the rest of my juice.

"I always behave, some people just bring out the worst in me." I smiled as I walked toward the door.

Today would be a long day, due to my inability to think things through, and ever eager ability to try something reckless, I had found myself trying to pay off my debt to society by painting one building at a time. You'd think as the police chiefs daughter, I would know better then to get into trouble. Guess not, at 18 years old I was living my life one dangerous, abet exhilarating, day at a time.

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PEACE OUT