Brandi's POV
I have been called many things. 'Emo', 'druggie', and 'hooker', to name a few of the nicer ones. A lot of people think I'm an idiot. After all, I got Fs on my exams. Actually, I just didn't care enough to try. But I'm really very smart. After all, I can cuss in 5 different languages.
Moving from Phoenix to San Diego made my life horrible. My 'powers', as my dad so eloquently put it, were worthless against cliques and other popularity ratings. And once people find out that the popular ones were shunning me, well, it was only a matter of time before I was friendless. My exotic looks could've helped me on the friend front, except that everyone was afraid of the trendy ones. I eventually got involved with a gang and spent my evenings hurling eggs at cars and getting felt up by drunk guys. Not a good way to 'waste my life'. (According to… well, everyone.)
I eventually got so bad; my foster parents got fed up and sent me to Forks, Washington. My mother, Regina Quill, lived there on the La Push reservation. She'd finally received custody.
My first day there sucked. Fortunately, I got there on a Friday, so I had a whole weekend in front of me.