Title: My happily ever after

Summary: Kimberly Connweller is content with her life but feels like she'll never be important; however after nearly a year of fancying the strikingly charming Jared Timber, she comes to learn just how important she is. Rated M for a reason. By the way I'm not American so I'm sorry if I get any of the details wrong.

Chapter 1: Kimberly Connweller

Hi, my name is Kimberly Connweller and your about to enter my life.

I'm at the fairly hormonal age of 16, have long raven black hair with dark brown eyes just like any other quilluete. I'm about the same height as most girls in my year so I guess about 5'6 and I am a bit on the skinny side but so is most of my family so no worries.

Okay now to the more personal stuff. I have a kind of big family, my mum and dad divorced when I was 5; it wasn't anything dramatic they both just had different interest. So I was raised by my dad in La Push while my mum moved to New York to start up her dream fashion career. She remarried when I was 9 to a man called Nathan, who was plain and boring. My dad however was a bit slower and only recently remarried to a woman named Clara who was a lot better than Nathan but she'll never be my mum. Because of her I now have a 6 year old step sister named Holly and did I mention Clara's pregnant?

I'm not so unfortunate do have the best friend in the world, Lane Hammonds. We both have the same interests; music, art, mocking bad films cruelly ect. We also shared the same fashion sense and an interest in Harvard. Oh, and we both have the clumsy thing down

Now to my non-existent love life. Jared Timber was charming, smart, good-looking and had an air of goofiness to him. I had liked him for nearly a year now. I'm not obsessed but I noticed things about him, such as how when he was concentrating his eyebrows knitted together so tight they almost joined, when he was tired he would slouch instead of walk and when he was into a girl he would sort of lean towards and sort of over them but because of his height it wasn't scary.

My story begins a couple of months into the new school year.