Hey guys! Omg I got obsessed with Twilight fan fiction a while back. I couldn't finish Where I Belong because I ran out of ideas. So I made sure I finished this story before I published it. I am obsessed with Paul. I know it is weird but he is my favorite shapeshifter. I hope you guys love my story. I am trying to do a story for each wolf.

I don't own Twilight. I only own my characters!

-KayliLynzee118

Alia Evans

DOB: May 13 (13 years old)

Hair Color: Very dark brown with white streaks underneath (never dyed)

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 5'4"

Physical Description: Short and skinny. Not very much muscle. Likes to wear baggy clothing. White streaks in her hair that come from her mom.

Other: Very shy. Mute. Doesn't have any friends. Bullied. Mother died. Step dad dislikes her. Very smart for her age. Very observant. Very curious about everything. 9th grade.

Chapter 1

I tapped my pencil on the desk to the sound of the rain. The person sitting next to me glared and I slowly set the pencil down.

"Alia. Will you answer this for me?" Mr. Hanson called across the room. I felt everyone's eyes on me. My cheeks burned and I pulled my sleeves over my hands nervously. I put my head down and hid my face in my hair. I walk up to the board and write 24x.

"Can't you just say it, Miss Evans?" Mr. Hanson asked, annoyed. I shook my head. He sighed and waved me off. Everyone was smirking at me. I walked back to my desk and I put my head in my arms. The bell rang but I still sat in my seat, like I do everyday. I slowly gather my things. Once everyone left the classroom I picked my stuff up and quickly walked out of the classroom. I walked to my locker and shoved my things in. I grabbed a pencil and a notebook. I walked to the lunch room.

I walked past the lunch line and sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. I barely eat. I don't have an eating disorder but I am pretty small so I don't eat much. I eat an apple in the morning and then I am good until dinner. I put my notebook in front of me and start to sketch.

I usually sketch what I dream. I dreamed last night of the farm I lived at when I was little. I dreamed of the cows eating the grass without a care in the world. I guess you can say I am a pretty good artist. I am the best artist in La Push High School.

Someone taps my shoulder and I jump. I turn to see Liz, my step sister. She frowns at me.

"What happened to that new sweatshirt I got you for your birthday?" she asked glaring. I shrugged and she sighed. "Why do you wear this old baggy sweatshirt? It is like from 5th grade. You know, Alia. You are really pretty under those baggy clothes." she sighed. I smiled at her.

"This is really pretty. Another dream?" Liz asks and I nod. "Well I gotta go."

I watch her walk off. I get back to drawing in my notebook when someone grabs my arm. I see fake pink nails until my arm is jerked back. I wince and suddenly I am facing Zoe. Her nails dig into my skin and I clench my teeth.

"Oh, is the little mute hurting?" Zoe asked in a sickly sweet voice. Her eyes glistened with hatred as I listened to her friends laugh. "Come on, mute! Say what you are thinking!" she taunts. I hang my head and try to push the pain in my arm away. It works for a second but comes snapping back.

"Oh, mute. Say something to us. We know you want to." Lauren laughed. I groaned in pain as Zoe's nails dug further.

"She isn't going to say anything. Let's go." Zoe huffed. But before Lauren walked away she smacked me. I winced and put my hand to my face.

To confirm any confusion, yes I am a mute. When I was 12 my mother died of cancer I stopped talking all together. I have been a mute for a year. My step dad took me in. He doesn't like me very much.

I pulled my shirt sleeve up a little farther. I looked at the nail marks in my skin. They were bleeding but they won't turn to scars hopefully.

The bell rang and I went to art. I have always loved art and Mrs. Yakes has always loved my abilities.

After school I walked home. My step dad, Roger, won't get me a car but I don't mind. I like walking way better than cars anyways.

When I got home, I made a sandwich and sprinted up to my room. My room was tiny with a twin sized bed leaning against the middle of the wall. My room was on the second story with a big window with a window seat across from my bed. I also had a tiny closet to the side. I sat on the window seat and stared out the window while eating my sandwich.

I finished another day in hell.

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