I do Not own Twilight

I hate school, I hate life I hate anyone I have ever met.

I hate all the foster homes I have been in. I hate California, New Mexico, Texas, Montana, Nebraska, and Arizona.

My name is Emma, I just go by Emma. I refuse to go by the surname my father had before he shot himself, in front of me, when I was only two years old.

He was part Quileute so my skin is slightly tanned. I am a normal height for my age, 14. I have emerald green eyes and light brown wavy hair. I am very skinny, I am anorexic.

As of now I am riding in the back of the Social Services car and the social worker is warning me about needing to behave.

For the past 2 years I have been on suicide watch. I'm not really a bad kid I just have no will to live, don't want to live. I've tried a bullet in the head, but it got knocked out of my hands by the current foster mom, and I got shot in the leg instead. I have tried to hang myself, but the knot is always not tight enough. I have eaten poison, but it got pumped out in time.

I have tried drowning, but all I got for that was mouth to mouth. I cut myself, and am anorexic, Maybe that can kill me, just slower.

My new foster parents names are Sam and Emily Uley. They are supposedly Quileute Indians. In forks, Washington.

We pulled up to a small house with a grey-is blue roof. "Now don't worry, they aren't going to tell anyone about the suicide watch. Just expect to be fallowed around everywhere." The social worker lady said.

I stepped out of the car and walked up the path with the social services lady.

She knocked on the door and it opened. Apparently they had been waiting by the door. A tanned woman smiled at me. "Hi you must be Sarah, I'm Emily" she said. "And I'm Sam" a tall tanned man said smiling at me .Well at least they didn't want me to call them mom and dad like the other foster parents did.

The social worker introduced herself then left. I stepped inside and Sam took my bags and led me to where my room is. There was a big bed with purple pillows and a purple comforter with yellow dash marks on it. The walls were painted a faint yellow color. Sam set my stuff on my bed and said " I'll let you unpack and get some rest, it was a long drive. Dinner is in an hour." "okay" I replied and he walked out of the room.

I started unpacking my stuff and was done in about half an hour. I changed out of my sweet pants and into some jeans. Then I pulled my hair out of it's pony tail and brushed in. I washed my face and then looked at the clock.

It was time for dinner. I started walking downstairs, toward the kitchen.

Ok I know, sucky ending. But please REVIEW!!!!!!