Everything that sounds like it was in The Twilight Saga most likely was- I only own Mackenzie, and all the other characters I have yet to add into this crap series. Okay, I hate these things just as much as you so bye!
Chapter One;
My nails tapped nervously against the desk as I watched the clock in the front of the room. I was positive that every other person in this room was doing exactly what I was doing- not paying attention in class and waiting to get out of it for summer. Hell, even the nerds probably wanted nothing to do with this school at the moment. Our teacher was having one of her mini melt-downs. Basically all that happens is she runs around the room with her ugly, loud heels that she finds attractive.
" Mackenzie." My eyes shot away from the clock and I looked at my teacher. She frowned, her dark red lips pressed tightly against each other. I smirked and sat up straight, crossing my arms over my chest. I could hear the breathing of my lab partner as she leaned away from me. She was one of those goodie-too-shoes. I mean, I'm not a bad student, my younger brother might be though.
" Yes Miss Bitc- I mean Hitch?" I asked, biting my lip. I heard sniffled laughter around the room as I made a slight grammar accident.
" Miss Fuller, I have warned you time and time again-" Her rant was cut short as the bell rang, indicating I was free. I grabbed my purse off my chair and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
" Have fun with my brother next year, Miss Hitch." I snickered, before walking out of the room to find Brady. Before you ask who he is and why I'm looking for him, he's my annoying, self-absorbed, ignorant, idiotic pest of a brother. He's two years younger than me, a newbie at high school. And, I hate him.
One time when I was getting ready for my date with this really hot guy named Joshua French, he thought it would be absolutely frickin' hilarious to take my clothes while I was in the shower and lock my bedroom door. So basically, I chased him out of the house and he got a small bruise. Yeah, you can't see the problem yet can you? Oh yeah, Joshua was outside, in his car, watching me while I was in a towel. I never went on the date.
" Kenz!" Speak of the devil.
" Brady!" I yelled back, faking enthusiasm. He ran over to me, his thick books under his arm and his backpack slung over his shoulder. My brother definitely wasn't ugly, I mean- he is my brother. Calling him ugly would be calling my mom and dad ugly, who also made me, which would make me ugly. He, like me, is a full Quileute. Which means dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes. Big whoop. Everyone who goes to school at the reservation looks the same unless you're an outsider like Bethany Hart.
" Ready?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, his voice alone irritating me. I just nodded and walked out of the school. Brady was in front of me, walking as if he had something in his pants. I kept my head down, hoping no one would think we were related.
Bad idea.
" Watch it, short stack," Someone hissed in front of me. I pushed my hair away from my eyes and glared at the figure. Oh great, it was the hot-head Lahote. I pushed past him, grabbing my brother who stopped to gape at the huge man. Paul Lahote was a part of Sam's cult. Every single one of the elders says Sam is a ''hero''. I think it's all bullshit. His cult involves himself, Paul, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, and Jacob Black. When I meant huge man, I meant huge man. All of them in the cult are extremely built. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have a problem with Sam.
But they are. And I do.