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My first fanfiction that I am actually going to post here YAAAAY! I might have a lot of typos, and if I do…tell me pleasse! :) Hahahha, well…I hope you like ittt! REVIEW and you'll make my day!

Disclaimer – I do not own Twilight. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 1: "I'm Freshmeat" (Daniela POV)

I hate high school.

Yes, I do not like high school. It's been less than a month since I've been here, and I already hate it. You know why? I don't see my friends as often, grades matter now, and my boyfriend of three months broke up with me.

Well, technically I broke up with him. It was his fault! He kept hanging out with his ex-girlfriend. I know what you're thinking, but honestly, I really don't mind who Brian hangs out with. If he hangs out with his friends, or if he hangs out with his lady friends, it's fine by me. But Brian hanging out with his ex was bothering me. One of my friends told me that the girl still liked Brian.

That wasn't the only reason we're over. Brian's best friend was my ex-boyfriend, Andrew. It's pretty self-explanatory, actually. Andrew was- no, is a jerk and convinced his poor best friend to break up with me as soon as possible. How do I know these things? Am I a stalker? Oh, heck no. My friends are amateur spies. I'm totally just kidding. They just happen to be at places at the right time. Anyway, here I am hating high school even more because of the breakup.

I know; I'm young. I'm only fourteen. I've only dated two guys, and I promised myself to never date anyone else until I am eighteen. That's the rule my parents told me, anyway. Too bad I broke it twice, but you know what they say. "Rules were meant to be broken."

"Daniela," someone said.

I ignored whoever said that. I'm too busy ranting about my life inside my head.

"Daniela Karylle!" my AP Human Geography teacher yelled.

Yes, I'm a freshman in high school taking a college-leveled course class.

"Yes sir?" I asked, not knowing what he called my name for.

He replied in a softer tone, "Can you pass out those books to the class?"

I had to say yes; I had no choice.

People say I am a smart person. I don't really consider myself smart. I have terrible study habits, I procrastinate, and I got a seventy-one on my first test in this class. Mr. Gold, the teacher, said that getting a seventy-one is not that bad. It was better than the other grades in the class.

Being a student in all advance classes give you so much pressure. Everything is all about grades, especially when you have Asian parents. Don't get me wrong, my parents are the cool kind, and I love them. They just want me to do well in school, so I can go to a good college.

"Okay class. We are done for the day. You can hang out 'til the bell rings," Mr. Gold announced.

I didn't feel like talking; I am really tired.

"Hey Daniela. You okay?" the girl who sat across from me asked with worry on her face.

Before I had time to answer, the bell to end the school day rang. Boy, am I relieved! I am so tired. Tired does not even explain what I am feeling right now. While I'm doing my after-the-bell-rings routine, which means I have to go to the band-slash-orchestra room to get my violin, I see Brian, Andrew, and their "gang."

Oh great, I thought.

I need to go to my locker, take out my instrument, speed, not make eye contact, and I'm totally safe. I know I'm over reacting, but still. Yes, Brian and I are somewhat friends, but "being friends" with your ex-boyfriend will never work out.

After I got everything I needed, I quickly headed out the crowded room. No matter how hard I try to avoid an obstacle, it always has its way to get to me. So of course, I accidentally hit Brian with my instrument case while I was getting through this large crowd in the small hallway near the double doors in the band and orchestra room. To make sure that he didn't see me, I quickly took my glance away from him. With my luck, he didn't see me.

I finally made it out the double doors. Since I had a few minutes before my bus would leave, I stayed in the courtyard and tried to find someone who I can talk to.

Walking around different groups of people, I found someone decent I could talk to. It was my cousin Katie and her friends. Katie greeted me with a hug and introduced me to her friends. Out of Katie's friends, I only knew on of them, which was Marcella.

Marcella and I are friends, but we're not that close. I told her the things that happened between Brian and me, though. I didn't want to tell her, but she saw that I had been upset and asked me what had been happening recently.

"Hi Marcella!" I greeted cheerfully.

"Uhmm…hi Daniela," she said in a nervous tone.

Something isn't right. She's normally this chirpy little girl who makes everyone's day. Just to think of it, she wasn't this way when I saw her talking to one of Brian's friends. I even saw her laughing! Well, since I know that there was clearly something wrong I wanted to ask her if she was all right. It was the least I could do since she had always been so nice to me.

Right when I was about to ask her a specific question, I felt to large arms wrapped around my waist. I knew whose arms they were because I felt that same feeling of protection when I get scared. I tried to wiggle out of his grip but couldn't.

"Derek, let go of me before I bite your hand," I yelled.

"Geez, calm down sis!" he told me.

"Haha, but seriously let me go," I demanded.

Derek let go of his tight grip and said, "Sorry girls, I have to steal my little sister away from y'all. She's going to miss the bus."

"Wait a minute! You're not going anywhere after school right?"

"Nope, but hurry! Your bus is about to leave!"

"Derek, I'm young, not stupid. You know I hate riding the bus, so you're driving me home!"

"But I'm catching up with some frie-."

"You just sad you're not busy!" I pouted.

"I'm just kidding little sis. Okay, I'm driving. Bye girls! Bye Katie!" my brother smiled. Derek carried my instrument while we are walking towards his car. He is the sweetest brother ever, and I am so lucky. My brother is only two years older than me, which makes him in 11th grade. He's better than me at everything, I have to admit. Derek is in the cross-country and soccer team, while I am in regular PE. I suck at sports. He gets straight A's, while I have two B averages in my report card. Oh, did I mention that he is a chick magnet, popular, and yet he's a down-to-earth person? Yeah, he's pretty awesome. Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous. I'm just saying how great of a brother Derek is.

He and I have the same features. We both have dark-brown hair and eyes and tan skin. The one feature that makes us different is our height. He is 5'9 and, I am only 5'1 and a half.

I went inside Derek's car and waited for him. He started to back up from the parking lot and drove away from school. It takes us about fifteen minutes to reach the house. I've been really tired today. I didn't feel like speaking one word, so I just stared out the window as speeding cars pass by.

"Dan-dan, are you all right?" my brother asked with a tone of worry in his voice.

"Not really. Why do you as-," he cut me off before I even got a chance to finish my question.

"Oh no! You heard about Marcella and Brian didn't you?" he asked.

"No, what about them?" I asked but knew where this was leading to.

"I don't want you to be upset."

"It's okay; just tell me!"

"Either Brian was pressure to ask out Marcella to homecoming, or Marcella was pressure to say yes."

"Wow. Typical."

"Don't let them stress you out, Dan; they're not worth it."

Thinking about what my brother had said, I realized he was right. It's Brian's loss, not mine.

After a few small talks in the car, we finally pulled in the driveway. Derek told me to go inside and that he was going to carry my other things with him. He's such an awesome brother.

I went inside and looked for my parents. I couldn't find my dad, and my mom is asleep after twelve hours of work as a nurse last night. I'm pretty sure my dad is still at work, even though he is usually home before I am. I didn't want to bother my mother's slumber, so I just proceeded to walk upstairs in my room.

As I got inside my room, I automatically changed into my "inside" clothes (AKA plain shorts and t-shirt). I didn't even bother to turn on the TV. I just lied in bed thinking about many things.

I must've drifted to sleep instead of a nap because when I woke up, it was already 7:30 P.M. I went downstairs to greet my parents, but instead of seeing happy smiles from them, I saw my father crying. I seldom see my dad cry, and when he cries, I feel like crying too. All my worries from today is now gone. I focused on my dad; my family is the most important. My mom, Derek, and I gathered around my dad sobbing.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked my dad, almost crying myself.

"My boss fired me, and there's no way I can help your mother pay for the bills anymore," my father replied.

He works for a car company and sells cars to customers. He is a very good employee, and I have no idea why his boss would do such thing.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I accidentally sold a car that he saved as a gift for his daughter's sixteenth birthday," he answered.

Derek, with fury, said, "What the..! He would have announced it to everybody, or he could have saved it where it cannot be touched!"

After my dad reassured us that everything will be all right, he told us to leave the room while he and mom discuss the problem. Derek and I went upstairs in the game room to play videogames.

An hour after I've been winning every race in Mario Kart against my brother, Mom called us to come down for a talk. Derek and I ran down the stairs and faced Mom and Dad in the dining table.

"Kids, we can't afford the house, the cars, and everything else if I'm the only one working," my mother started.

She then continued, "Your father and I think we should move near our old friend, Charlie Swan."

"Where's that, and who is he?" my brother asked.

Daddy answered, "It's in Forks, Washington. Charlie is my old friend back in high school. He introduced me to your mom during our senior year."

"And don't worry, we told him about it already. We're moving in two weeks. Your dad and I will be leaving next week to go buy a house in Washington," my mom announced to us.

I've wanted to tell my parents something, and I said it.

I said, "Are we really giving up and moving that fast? Or is there really another reason why we are moving?"

They did not answer. I even asked Derek. He did not know either. Something was up; I just knew it. For now, I guess I will just have to wait and find out after two weeks.