My name is Deidre Johnson, but I prefer to be called Drew. My parents are Marie and Gordon Johnson. I have one older brother named Stephen, one older sister named Annabel, and one younger brother named Garrett. Stephen is twenty, Annabel is nineteen, and Garrett is thirteen. I love my family, don't get me wrong, but they can get on my nerves some times. Like this one time, Annabel spilled her coffee over my science project. But Garrett gets on my nerves the most, mostly because he's thirteen and thinks he so cool, but he's actually not. Whenever my friends are over at my house, Garrett tries to show off by doing really retarded things, and he tries to be friends with them.

My Aunt Tessie lives in the rainy, dreary, boring town of La Push Washington, and I am forced to visit her a lot. Her husband, Uncle Rob, works at the saw mill in Forks. They have seven year old identical twin boys named James "Jamie" and Matthew "Matt" and one fourteen year old daughter named Peyton.

I live in Embree, Newfoundland (A\N no, it's not really where I live, I just like the town), a small town close to Lewisport. Its right by the water and a big marina just down the road. I love it. Embree is an extremly small town, the type where everyone knows everyone. The Trans Canada Highway goes straight through it, with houses on each side of the highway. The only way you'd know it was a town was the sign that says "Embree" just outside of it. My favourite part of it would be that barely any cops go there. So, you can drive without a license and never get caught, drive a full dize quad when your just eleven or twelve, ride a bicycle without a helment, that sort of thing.

I'm more trouble than I'm worth, let's put it that way. For example, I'm just fifteen, but I've had sex no less than ten times, I've been to jail because I stole a car, tried selling drugs to make easy cash (I got busted), got in multiple schoolyard fights, broke a girl's nose, hit a guy with a baseball bat for annoying me, got arrested for drag racing, got arrested for calling in a dead body when there was nothing there (actually, I did that more than five times so they arrested me), got put in jail for a weekend because my friends and I set dumpsters on fire all across the northern peninsula, from age fourteen to sixteen I did every drug you can think of, I drink alcohol a lot (not every hour of every day, but I'll drink a six pack on Friday, have three beers on Saturday, and a beer or two on Sunday, and maybe one on Tuesday or one on Wednsday, and then have a cigarette with each beer), and I get the worst grades. But, because of my rich and powerful parents, I always get out of trouble, because they always post my bail and I get off perfectly fine.

I only go to school when there's nothing better to be doing, so I hardly ever go to school. Last year, I only went to school ninty-four days out of the whole year. When I have summer school, I just don't go. I'm, like, Embree's tramp/slut/whore. My boyfriend (for the week) is currently Drake McKinney. He and I (usually) have sex once every week.

I have black hair with bleach blond peekaboos that comes down to my mid-back, I have my nose pierced, my ears pierced three up, my cartilage of my right ear is pierced, my belly button is pierced, and I have four tattoos: my name in a heart on my ankle, the Aquarius sign on the bottom of my forearm, the Chinese words for my name on my arm, and a large purple star on my shoulder blade.

Eventually, my parents got fed up with my "despicable behaviour" and sent me to live in La Push with Aunt Tessie, Uncle Rob, Matt, Jamie and Peyton.

Present day

I opened the door, and looked out onto the most stupidest looking house in the planet. It was faded yellow, with white shutters, and it was two stories. The only appealing thing of the house was the large, green, lush backyard. The only appealing thing about the town is the beach. My skin was unusually tanned, but I still wanted to tease guys with my big boobs and amazing ass.

Grunting in disgust, I dropped my suitcase on the step and started to walk down the road. "Drew, where are you going?" auntie called.

"To set a house on fire!"

"Good luck!" she yelled back. Her voice sounded strained, like she was carrying something.

Wearing black skinny jeans, grey sweater, and white converse, I ran along the old road, having no idea where I was going. A few cars passed me, but I paid them no attention. After fifteen minutes of sprinting, I came to a path that read "First Beach." Oh, the beach!

As I ran along the trail, I couldn't help but wonder what was in the forest. The last time I was here (A/N which was during the events of New Moon) there were reports of big, bear-wolf-like creatures running around.

The first thing my ears caught was the sound of the waves. As I looked out, my eyes caught a boy looking at me. As he looked into my eyes, his eyes widened, and he came sprinting over to me.

He held his hand out. "Hey. I'm Seth Clearwater."

My mouth couldn't even give any sign of a smile, let alone the amazingly cute smile he was giving me. "I'm Drew Johnson."

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