Dear everyone,

This is my first Fanfic so please be nice. This is my attempt at trying to post a story, so I'm just playing around a bit.

I love the Jared / Kim pairing so I thought I would start with one of their stories.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop and a few Cd's. All characters belong to the great Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 1: BEEP!

My eyes fluttered shut as he moved his perfect face slowly towards mine.

"Kim," he breathed, " I love you" as his lips softly brushed mine.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Urgh! For goodness sake! Couldn't my alarm clock have left me in peace for another few hours?

No? Is that too much to ask?

Still in my half-concious state, my hand managed to find and make contact with the beepy noise, effectivley knocking it to the floor. For some reason, this did not make it shut up, and the noise continued to give me a headache.

I grumbled something indistinguashable to myself as I proceeded to wrench myself out of my warm, bed to turn it off.

As I rampaged my wardrobe for some clothes to wear to school, I counted my lucky stars that I went to the Quileute school, not a private school where they make you wear uniforms. I was thankful for this every morning, especially as I looked in the mirror, because wearing uniform would make me blend into the crowd even more than I already did.

My face was plain. I was lucky that I didn't often get spots, but that was my only good feature. My nose was too wide, my chin stuck out, my eyebrows looked like I had a gorilla stuck over my eyes, my hair was thin, but I would never stay how I wanted it. My eyes looked like a deer's eyes, and my face was too wide. There is honestly nothinng good you could say about my appearence.

I wished I was pretty, like Tiffany in the year above me in school. She didn't need to wear make-up, and her figure was as beautiful as a swim-suit model. It wasn't fair. That was why Jared never noticed people like me. Because of all the beautiful girls like Tiffany.

My heart grew heavy thinking of Jared. He was popular, handsome and could go out with any of the girls in the entire school if he wanted to. He had been away from school for around 17 days now. Not that I had been counting or anything. I was dying , panicing at the thought of never again seeing his beautiful copper skin and his warm, white smile. I couldn't live without the light of his golden eyes, or the way he pushed his shiny, shaggy black hair out of his eyes.

I forced myself to take deep breaths when I realised I had been hyperventilating. My mum wouldn't like it at all. I told her about my crush on Jared once and she had more or less told me to aim for someone of my level. I didn't tell her everything, like the dreams, or the way I write his name with mine over and over in my notebook. It sounds pathetic, but if you saw it, you would look at it and go, " Wow, that girl is pathetic" and that is why I keep myself to myself.

I sighed as I though about what I was going to wear. Most of my stuff was just comfy, hanging aroung at home stuff, that didn't look particularity nice. I wanted to find a decent outfit, just in case Jared showed up.

GRRR! I honestly had NOTHING to wear. After rooting through the ironing pile in the corner of my room, I dragged out an old tank top, and a pair of skinny jeans. That would have to do for now. I paired it up with a pair of old, ratty converse. It doesn't souund like a nice outfit, but it was much better than the ones I usually wear.

I ran downstairs, grabbed a cereal bar of the kitchen counter, and was off to school.