Hola! I know I haven't updated any of my other stories, I just can never think of anything to write! I need some like super duper totally awesome ideas, or I might just do like epilogue stuff like 5 years later and end them since I really have no ideas… well here's my new story, hope you likey!
Oh yeah: I don't own anything; credit of all Twilight-ish stuff belongs to Stephanie Meyer
Although, Brooklyn is my own character that I made up
Chapter 1
Sophomores: the forgotten middle child of high school. You're not the freshmen, the newbies; but you're not the juniors of seniors, the upper classmen. No one really cares what happens to you. At least they don't hate you anymore. You go unnoticed and uncared for by your fellow schoolmates. Why should anyone care about you? You don't matter at all. Or at least this is what I used to think. Before I met him.
Never before had anyone ever made me feel the way he did. He made me feel appreciated and cared for. I was, like sophomores, the forgotten middle child: four older siblings, 3 younger. The parents never notice the shy ones; the ones they think can take of themselves. Never noticed, at home or at school. Freshmen year and for most of my life, it was like I didn't exist, invisible to anyone who passed. Until he came along.
"Brooklyn Hannah ? Are you paying attention to me?" Lisa asked. She was my mom, but I never thought of her like that.
"Yeah." She was giving me the same old lecture about everything. Basically, she complained about everything that was wrong with her life to me. I never cared. My life was just as bad. I had no real friends, no family that I cared for or cared for me. I just stared out the window at the rain, as the drops played tag down to the windowsill.
"Brooke? Brooklyn? Listen to me when I am talking to you!" She always exploded at me, never at any of my siblings, just me.
"Mom. Do you actually have anything important that you wan to yell at me about?"
"Brooklyn… you know what. Just go."
"Um, this is kinda my room."
She left. Just walked out. She probably didn't even remember that my sixteenth birthday was in a week. I always wondered if there was something different about me. I looked nothing like my parents, like my siblings. My mom had dirty blond hair, green eyes; my dad had light brown hair, and blue eyes. All of my siblings were a mix of them both. My parents treated me differently than the other kids. Like I didn't belong.
I decided a walk would be best. I grabbed a jacket, and walked out the door. The smell of fresh rain on the pavement surrounded me. Our house was a large, farm-style house in the outskirts of the small town of Forks, WA, in the quileute. My parents made me walk to school, which was nearly two miles. I hated those walks, but walking just to walk, was what I liked. Being able to smell, see, feel the world around me.
I walked through the woods, down the paths I knew so well towards the big evergreen tree in the depths of the forest. Normally, I felt alone, which I liked, but today something was different. Today was different. Today, everything would change.