Okay.. this is such a bad story. So I'm trying to redo it... cause it.. wow... bad.

It had been one month since I moved to Forks. Everything I did was now set in a motion and hardly anyone at school noticed me anymore. It was the last day of the second sememster and everone was excited about the upcoming holidays. I had never been one to enjoy holidays. Life was just... so empty without it.

This was the day when every person in our town decided it was fun to door knock and -sell cookies, ask people to join their religion or hold auditions for their band. These holidays I was, hopefully, going to join a band, and I wouldn't care if it absolutely sucked, I would try my best to gather one with complete randoms, or go to as many auditions as possible.

I slowly drove home, hoping, silently, that it would be my last day of normality. Forever.

I decided to do some laundry. So, I grabbed all the clothes that needed a good wash, as well as my bed sheets, grabbed a piece of paper, pen and my guitar. I sorted all the clothes, and stuffed them in the washing machine, added some powder and sat down next to it. The rhythm of the clothes tumbling turned out to be an incredibly beat.

Every time, I close my eyes

And fall against the wall

Withou-----

The doorbell was one of the few things that I had to stop my song writing process. I've always loved cookies, but at the particular moment, I didn't really feel like any. I put down my guitar and rushed to the door. There were 3 boys at my doorstep,

"Um, hi...What do you want?" I said, through the screen-mesh door, bewildered by their looks.

"Hi, we were wondering if you played the guitar, by any chance?" said one of the boys. He was tall, and lanky with blonde hair. He had eyeliner on, and I guessed from the way he dressed, he was partially emo.

"Yeah, I do, why do you want to know?" I replied slowly opening the door to allow them to see me.

"Well, we were wondering if you wanted to come to our auditions." Said the brawniest one of them all. He had black, thick curly hair and a moon-crescent grin that looked like he had one too many Botox's.

This was my opportunity, my brain fried thinking of the opportunities that could happen to me. To do something innovative, Charlie had always said that I needed to get out of the house, so this was what I was going to do, no doubt about it. "Sure, where and when?" I sheepishly.

"Tomorrow, 11am, at Forks High School, in the Gym." Said the last of them. He was by far the most handsome; he had bronze tousled hair, and a crooked smile, that made my heart skip a beat. "Oh, and I'm Edward, this is my brother Emmett, and my other brother Jasper,"

"Well, thanks for your time, goodbye." said Jasper. They all turned on their heels and retreated to where a silver Volvo lay.

"Bye" I managed to say out loud, but by the time I had said that, they were slowly climbing into there car. I was stared after them, hoping they would turn or look back; Jasper punched Edward in the arm and laughed at him. I couldn't hear, or lip read what they were saying, but Emmett chortled loudly and I thought he said in his booming voice 'the only girl you invite to auditions.'

I was ready for this.

A promotion from my same day to day routine.

An actual life.

Woohoo! My overactive imagination screamed at me.