Ok I don't own anything but my character :)Please review its my first fanfic and even though its long it will get better. thx mch (By the way Bella is NOT in this one and if he ends up in the story she will be just another kid)

It was just me sitting on the cold wet grassy floor in a dark medow. Even though the ground was hard and cold I could see the air was hazy with heat. There were a lot of mossy trees surrounding me as I stood trying foolishly in my head to figure out were I was. There was a loud cracking sound behind me. I turned to see what it was. I could see a human figure in the neck of two trees cloaked by darkness. I knew he wanted me to come to him but I was frozen in place. I tried taking a step toward him and...

I woke with a start, bolting up in bed. My alarm clock was beeping and the little light that came in through the clouds outside my window seaped in. At first I wasn't even sure it was my room. Dark red walls, wood floor, red bedding, red curtains, and a nice pile of freshly unpacked clothing. A laughed a little at myself. I've had this room for almost a week and I still felt like I didn't belong. I missed the sunny weather of San Francisco. Because of my dads new job, I was forced to move to rainy town USA. Commonly known as Forks Washington. The weather was almost a worse hell than making my dad angry and reseving lovely new bruises in the process. My mom had hated him as much as I did. When I was born she went nearly mad in an insane way and took a knife to my little baby flesh. Thankfully my abusive father stopped her before she did too much damage. All I ended up with was a perfectly straight thin yet noticeable scar on my left cheek. I was only four months old so of course I don't remember it. But HE never let me forget it. According to him it was him that had saved my life, but it was my fault my mother was sent to the asylum were she later committed suicide. That was always my fathers great reason for making me his human punching bag.

I looked at my alarm clock which read 7:30 am. I had an hour to get to school. My wounderful first day. Actually I always hated school, I was the wierd emo girl. I got up and went to my bathroom. I took a quick shower, blow dried and styled my hair after brushing my perfect teeth. I really wasn't perfect but that was one good gene my parents let me inherit.

My hair had the whole emo style to it, naturally black shoulder length, layered with the sway bangs. I put on a little bit of eye liner. I only used a little makeup. My skin was nearly perfectly ghost pale and smooth except for the car (I had a disorder that didn't let my skin soak up the suns vitamin D so everyone always thought I never when outside much). I then went and grabbed a pair of my favorite black jeans and black tight cotton baby doll shirt that looked laced up almost like a courset is the front and back. I quickly tied my black trainers and grabbed a zip up sweater and backpack (I had a good feeling I would need the sweater).

As I walked down the stairs and headed for the kitchen it still amazed me how much bigger this house was then my last one in California. Having a dad who was a stock broker wasn't too bad we had lots of money. But that also gave him another reason for him making me his daily punch bag. Aperently in his mind I traded a roof over my head and nice things for a few minutes of hell. Which wasn't true eather.

When I was 12 I went nearly chatonic after a beating from Luke (aka dad). I wouldn't eat or speak so I was put in an asylum just like my mom had ben. I spent a year and a half in a cell that only had a bed and sink while I got to receive shock therapy (that didn't last too long because that got me screaming to much for their liking). So on court order I had to live with Luke till I became an adult.

Before leaving the house I grabbed a granola bar and took my vitamin D pill. I made my way out side and got into my Lamborghini Murcielgao LP640. This cars stop spead was 340mph but I've never went over 110. I drove fast to Forks High School, it wouldn't be such a great thing if Luke got a note saying I was late on my first day of school.

When I entered the parking lot there was already many cars there even though I was a little early. There was some rusty ones but also two nice ones. A red BMW and a silver Volvo. I parked as far from them as possible. I didn't like to bother preppy rich kids as much as anyone would want to hang out with me 24/7. I got out and made my way to the front office. As I enterd the lady behind the front desk looked up and gave me what looked like a pleasant yet frightened look.

"May I help you miss?" She asked in a sweet and knowingly fake voice.

"um..Yea I'm new and need my schedule please." I tried to be polite.

"Of course you must be miss Talbot. Here you are" She handed me a pink form and my schedule."Get that paper filled out by each of your teachers and bring it back as soon as possible. Welcome to Forks High!" she said it a little too happily.

I left the office immediately searching for my first class. I had about five minutes to get there. I scanned the paper and to my horror I had Honors English first period with Mr. Clark. I was ok at it but I really hated wrighting stuff I knew I had to read in front of other people. I easily found my way to the class room. I was right on time. I went in and already the class looked full which sucked bad cause I hate being the last one in.

I walked over to the teacher at the front of the room keeping my head down so my face was out of view from the thirty some eyes staring at me. I swiftly handed the teacher my pink slip. Praying I could just sit down but no.

"Well glad you could join us." Mr. Clark said "Before taking your seat please introduce yourself to the class.

I nearly died right then. I turned and faced the class speaking smooth and quickly having practiced this many times in my worse nightmare.

"My name is Ireland Talbot and aparently Im new."

Some girls giggled at my statement. I really wasn't trying to amuse anyone. I looked for an empty seat which was in the back. I made my way there keeping my eyes on the ground. I sat down and tried to stay silent while people turned in their seats trying to get a better look at me. I could here some making rude remarks on my hair and cloths.

I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves.

Thats when the most smooth and beautiful male voice spoke out next to me.

"Its alraight to be nervous, happens to us all at one point or another."

I looked up and my eyes met another that looked like deep slightly glowing honey.

Ok end of chapter one sorry it was so long I had a lot to say lol. Please review!! (can you tell she might just get along with Alice :) (my first fic)