A/N I know I said I was going to redo my one story, but I have lost the love for it. This story I hope goes well. This is just the introduction so please tell me if I should continue or what not. I have the second chapter almost finished so look for it later today. Also, this chapter is the only chapter written in the form. My other chapters are written just like a normal story. This chapter is just "a formal introduction" Enjoy :D

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01; A Formal Introduction

"To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you. "

~ Lewis B. Smedes

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I want to start my story off like any great author, start from my birth and end with my death, but I really don't want to put you through that boredom. Boredom, you may ask. Yes the first sixteen years of my life were boring. I lived a normal life then, nothing supernatural or interesting, just life. But that's a lie because three days before my tenth birthday something happened that changed my life. It changed where I lived, who I kept as friends and more importantly, my name.

I was born as Malactania Marie Timber. My mother was a new age woman, always believing in spiritual things and exercises. My siblings also sported strange, unusual names. Natalando and Kastinia were my younger twin siblings, both seven years my junior. Us three never gave our names a second thought when we still lived in Salem; they were just a part of ourselves we couldn't change, like eye color or height. It wasn't until my parents died that I changed my name to the first word that came into my mind. Sait. Sait Timber; no middle name, no evidence of my past self.

I remember my parents death in detail, as though it happened the day before not ten years ago. I remember the rain that was pouring from the heavens and soaking the March ground below. I remember my siblings whining and pestering for my parents who were late coming home from their anniversary dinner. I remember two men dressed in brown showing up at my door, bearing the news that would alter my life completely. I remember their kind words and my denial that my parents could truly be dead. Lastly, I remember the eyes of the man that held me as I kicked, screamed and cried. Those light brown eyes with darker flecks and the mesh of eyelashes that stood guard on his eyelids. I could never forget those eyes, never.

After their death, we moved out of state. My step-aunt, my late fathers step-sister, was kind enough to take us in even though she was in her prime years for partying and making love. I always thought that twenty four was too young to take in three broken children and try to make a happy home for them, and I was wrong. My aunt Jules became the best guardian I could ever ask for, beside my parents. She was funny, never cruel and always there to help me with my problems. Whether it was a fight with my friends or problems with a boy, she was there for me. Jules tried very hard to make us feel welcome in our new home in La Push, a small reservation in Washington State, but she wasn't perfect. We were still teased for our pale skin and my blond hair, still teased for being outsiders. After a while, though, we got used to it. I made friends, had a couple boyfriends and lived the life teenagers should live. Complete with fights, breakups and lose of friends.

My friends, now they are part of what made my life exciting. There were four of us in the "group." Not that they were my only friends, but they were the ones I kept closest to my heart. Besides Leah, my ex-best friend, they were what I would call "sisters."

Covey was the tallest of us all. She had the Quileute skin, hair, eyes and facial features. She was the most normal of our group, she was full Quileute and in on all the secrets of the tribe. Covey was loud, but only around the group. She was the one that kept the group together when we got in our fights and she was the one that was always there for all of us. I met her when I still hung out with Leah Clearwater. She was once Leah's friend too and so the three of us used to do a lot together. It wasn't until Sam Uley broke Leah's heart that we broke apart; Covey and me went together while Leah stayed behind with her depression and anger.

Tasha, real name Natasha, was only half Quielleute. Her mother was raped when she was fifteen on a trip to Forks and didn't have the heart to abort the baby the resulted. When Tasha was born, she became her mother muse. Tasha was her mothers everything. Tasha was the quietest of the group, always standing in the back and never really saying what was on her mind. She pretty much went along with anything Paige said and did. I met Tasha in grade eight when we shared Math together. She couldn't do the problems on the board because of eye problems, so I helped by reading them aloud. She introduced me to Paige, and the rest was history.

Now Paige was a different story. She was half Quileute, half African. She was short and had beautiful hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful of the group, and she used her beauty to her advantage. Like when she got angry at all of us, she flirted with the guys and hung out with them. Paige also wasn't a virgin and had a crush on every one of the La Push "Gang." I really doubted our friendship was "true," only because she never really seemed to like me. I think she hung around me because I stuck out at school and she could use that to get attention from all the boys. I still loved Paige though, even if the feeling wasn't mutual.

So I will end my introduction here and hope you read my story of hate, love and friendship. Throughout my story you will see me grow into something I never believed I would become. I will lose things, gain things and always keep growing. Enjoy.