Chapter One.

Day one.

I woke up with a terrible headache. My mind was racing with the thoughts of the up coming day. I felt panic take over me. Would the other students like me? I know I'll be different then what they're used to. Will they be able to deal with that? I felt nauseated at the thought of standing out. I hated attention. Though it seemed to follow me like I was some magnet. All because of my perfect blonde curls, and apparently "irresistible" looks. I hated having everyone's eyes on me. All the guys apparently thinking the same thing: how to get with me.

I groaned hearing the light sets of footsteps tumbling down the stairs. I could hear the little whispers coming from Marilyn and Leanne, my six-year-old half- sisters.

"Si?" Leanne peeked around the door, her head sticking into my room. My mom loved to dress the girls up. Leanne had her dirty blonde hair in high pigtails. She was dressed in a frilly pink shirt, and jean skirt with pink tights.

"Why are you up so early?" I complained into the pillow.

"It's seven." Marilyn was now in my room too. Her hair was in a French braid, and she wore the same outfit as Leanne. Mom also loved dressing them alike. "Mommy sent us to wake you."

I quickly sat up. Too quickly, I had to blink to adjust to the light Leanne switched on. "Get out of my room, you twerps." I hurled at them, restraining myself from cursing.

Marilyn's eyes bulged, and I could tell she was about to call for mom. Not that I cared too much. I wasn't on good terms with her at the moment anyway. All because I wouldn't smile over being dragged away from Queens, New York to La Push, Washington. How could anyone smile through that? My step dad accepted a job here, and that was it. No question about it. Mom said we were moving. I tried to convince dad to let me stay with him, but that was a no go.

"Sierra Batten!" My mothers voice boomed from the top of the stairs. The only upside to moving was that I got my floor in this house. I got the entire basement. Which included my own; kitchen, bathroom, and front room, plus of course my bedroom. My bedroom's tiny-just big enough to fit a single bed, and my closet. We had to renovate to fit more closet space. I don't really need a big room though, when I have an apartment to myself. We'd only been here for three days, but I already loved my living agreement: everyone has to knock before coming down. Except the twins don't. But they soon will.

"Yes mom?" I grumbled as I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and to the bottom of the stairs. Mom was dressed in a navy skirt, and a white blouse. She looked like she was going out.

"It's time to get ready. Kirk will drive you to school today."

"Ugh. School." I shook my head, and then answered "I'll be ready in a half an hour." I retrieved to my linen closet and pulled out a towel. Then headed to the big bathroom. It had a bathtub, and a standing shower. I turned on the steamy water, and climbed in. I washed through my long hair that came midway down my back when it curled.

When I was done an all dried off, I went to my closet. I wanted to wear something trendy, but not oh-look-at-me-I'm-the-new-girl-from- New York. I decided on a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a Hollister hoodie with a laced low cut tanktop underneath.

I scrunched my hair, and dried it. Applied some makeup. After that I hurried up the stairs to grab a quick breakfast. Mom had a muffin on the table for me, and a note.

Gone with the girls to their school in Forks. Sure you want to go to the Indian school? You can change your mind, darling Kirks waiting in the car. Hurry.

Mom.

I grabbed the muffin, and threw the note in the garbage. Mom signed the girls up for school in Forks, not far from here. But I said I'd rather go to the school on this Reservation. Quileute Tribal School. (QTS) I didn't see the point in traveling to another town for school. If Kirk made us move here, I was going to live here.

"Already?" Kirk asked as I swung the car door shut. I nodded to him in reply. My nerves started up again.

We pulled up to the school. It was unfamiliar looking compared to any school I'd ever gone to. It looked native. I jumped out of the car, feeling sick. Kirk pulled away, waving goodbye.

"Alright," I told myself "You can do this, Sierra" I began walking up the short path the to school. The inside was much more modern. Lockers like any other school, classrooms where modern too. It was just the outside. Many they hadn't wanted to lose their culture.

I went straight to the office to get my schedule. There was a line in front of the desk. Finally when I'd reached the front the lady behind the desk sized me up.

"Well, hello there. Are you the new student?"

"Yes. Sierra Batten." I responded. She handed me my class lists, and told me I should be in English right now. I thanked her and headed to room 203.

When I got in the classroom I felt eyes on me. The teacher introduced himself as Mr. MacKay. I smiled politely as he addressed me to a seat in the back. I hurried to it, hoping that I wasn't attracting too much attention.

"Hi, I'm Carter" The boy next to me said as I took my seat.

"Sierra" I responded. He kept smiling at me, so I turned to face the teacher. He was drowning on about how to create a good character. Firstly you have to believe in it as you do yourself. Ha. That's total bullshit.

When the bell finally rung, I was the first out of class. I heard Carter calling my name. I swirled around planning my excuse. I stopped thinking altogether when I saw who he was with. The boy had longish brown hair that flipped under his baseball cap. He was about six feet tall. But his eyes were what took my breath away. They were amazing; almost a green, but a mixture of blue too. He wore a black t-shirt that showed off his incredible biceps.

"Hi, I'm Spencer." He said with one of the most amazing smiles.

"I'm Sierra."

He nodded. "Just moved here, huh?"

"Yeah, from New York."

"Ooh. We got ourselves a New Yorker here. Explains why you're so cute."

I felt myself blush, and he laughed. I was so used to this from every guy pretty much back home. Even Carter standing next to use looked pissed. But for some reason Spencer made me feel so different.

"So, because you're new here, I'm guessing you haven't got any plans this weekend?" He said in a deep sexy voice. I shook my head. "Well, now you do."