I wake up everyday it's a daydream
Everythin' in my life ain't what it seems
I wake up just to go back to sleep
I act real shallow but I'm in too deep

And all I care about is sex and violence
A heavy bass line is my kind of silence
Everybody says that I gotta get a grip
But I let sanity give me the slip

Dizzie Rascal

My life was a constant hum- a never changing strum of a guitar, an endless pang of a key, an monotone, hollow boom of a drum. My life was a simple as you could get, I felt like I was waiting for some unnatural phenomenon to happen and I was ready to jump up and enter the unknown. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed life- I had good times and bad, but even though I was happy and laughing underneath was the constant hum. I don't know what I was waiting for it to do- stop, get louder or quieter. I don't know. But I was waiting.

I woke up to the sound of my persistent alarm and I quickly shut it off, I sat there taking in my small room- the white walls, the English flag on one of them to remind me of home ( we moved to Washington when I was 6 so I still have the accent) , the floor length mirror leaning against the wall, the chest of white draws opposite me, my desk with its silver lamp and homework strewn across and lastly my door staring at me, mocking me to open it and start my day.

I ran through the layout of my day knowing what conversations I was going to have and where- not because I was in some Groundhog Day movie- no just that my life was very predictable.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped taking in my russet skin and shoulder length straight, thick black hair and my eyes- green/brown with my classic dull look- staring into my own. Every morning I did this but I didn't know why because it wasn't like anything changed then again, I was waiting for a change

I mentally went through the same routine I do every morning:

1. Shower

2. Dress

3. Walk dogs in cloudy, cold, wet morning

4. Ignore Katie and mum

5. Eat breakfast

6. Leave house at 7:50

Starting my routine, I bumped into my older sister, Katie. She had longer hair and chocolate eyes and fuller lips. All in all, she was the prettier, popular and funnier- basically everything I was not.

"kimmy watch were your walking- oh kimmy look at your hair it needs serious treatment!" she used the nickname I hated and started with her ongoing rambling of my faults and how I should fix them immediately. I ended up budging past her into the bathroom and locking the door.

"kimmy that's no way to treat your only sister! Let me in!" her wails just dampened my already low expectations for today. Why? Because somehow, she'll turn it on me and act like I did something wrong.

I sighed and carried on my morning routine, I snapped out of my trance when I left our two-story wooden la push home to feel the cool wet air hit my face. I took in my surroundings, the tall willowing pines swaying together in unison, standing like proud soldiers against the clouding grey sky which looked ready to pour its contents on the pacific northwest.

Some people might hate this view but I don't know if its that I've lived here for most life but I love it. One of the few reasons I haven't run from la push yet.

Grabbing the dogs leads tighter I registered their happy faces at the walk ahead of us. I loved our dogs, two rescue greyhounds. One a light grey and white colour and the other a gingery red, funnily enough that was his name, Red. The other was Nola. Yeah, I know weird names but I loved them.

Oh, wait hold on my favourite part of the dog walk, passing Jared Cameron's house.

Who is he? only my life-long crush. Ugh pathetic, I know but there is something about him maybe its his dark chocolate eyes or his tall lean frame or his smile- oh his smile! Just as my daydreaming was at its peak I snapped out of my reverie and registered Jared storming out of his house shaking like crazy, and I mean crazy his muscular back was facing and was blurring, almost violently vibrating.

I was stumped should I ask him for help or something but by then he was gone, shaking my head I pondered on the whole situation.

I only stopped when I realised I was on the bus and my three best friends sat down around me.

"Kim have you done the revision for the maths test yet because last night I tried sending you my notes but you didn't reply" Edie rambled, she was the smart one of the group. Always over-achieving in everything and helping us along the way. Her big sister Rihanna was best friend with Katie and like me she understood being cast in your sibling's shadow.

"ugh please stop talking about stupid school!" yeah, that's Alicia the popular one, she wasn't as popular as Katie and Rihanna but she was outgoing and went through many boyfriends. She could be the funniest out of all of us though.

One of the main reasons she was friends with us was because she is bullied for being white- I know right la push can be racist , but Alicia worked this to her advantage she was seen by guys as desirable, one of a kind but some prejudice snobs still called her milky white- honestly were not in 7th grade!

"Edie, Katie stop fighting please" Taylor mumbled, she was the peacekeeper always had her nose in book, like now she was reading Nicolas Nickleby by Shakespeare.

I suppose she took after her brother Sam Uley, he was an elder and was rumoured to run some sort of gang at his house, Taylor trusted us to not believe the rumours but Alicia always hit back with "how does she know, she hasn't been living with him since he met Emily" Edie then hit her and made her swear not to say anything.

"so, Kim how was the weekend with your delightful sister", sarcasm lacing Taylor voice. I mentally thanked her noting that she was trying to distract the other two.

"well I only got five comments on my hair and seven comments on my skin" I commented realising I made it till 8:05 without talking- a new record! As for the skin comments my forehead was pretty notorious for breakouts but hopefully mum would be taking me to the doctor soon- if she had time for me.

"ugh seriously no offence," when Alicia said this it usually was offensive, Taylor raised an eyebrow me," but you sister needs a good whack!" she shouted whilst backing up her point by hitting the brown bus seat.

"mine too!" Edie piped in, it was common knowledge that Edie was out place in family, both her parents are singers and her sister is teen royalty. Basically, our group was a bunch of rejects.

Are bus rocked to a stop, and we hopped out to head into the very small Quileute Tribal School, when I say small I mean 40 pupils in each year, 15 in each class. Pretty small compared to nation average of 752 in a high school. Ours was 160 so I knew everyone's middle names, their first pet and whether they liked football.

As you can imagine gossip travelled fast, and that's how I found out in my first lesson (art) that Jared hadn't turned up yet, I could see his fan club (yeah, he has a frickin' fan club!) they were freaking out, their new miniskirts were bought for nothing, on the inside I was as well, not for the miniskirt reason but was he ok? Was it because of this morning? I hate to admit but Jared was on of the other reasons she hadn't run from la push.

"yeah, his mum said he had a fit or something," Vicky was whispering to Samantha, I used to play with them when I was younger.

"a fit?" I asked

Vicky turned around dumbfounded for second, trying to figure out who I was- great in one of the smallest school of the USA I was still under the radar.

She recovered," his mum told my mum that he was shaking non-stop and was burning hot but he ran out the house before his mum could calm down."

Vicky turned around and just prayed lunch would come quicker so I could discuss with the others, my praying because not long later after maths, geography, Quileute speaking and English lunch was here, I walked out of class meeting up with Edi seeing she just had science across the hall. We starting chatting about the complicated equation of an acid plus acid equals salt and hydrogen.

"I asked Mr Turner about the effects of slat plus acid and he said." I looked up to see what stopped Edie talking, I should have known. There's only one way to shut up Edie. Moe specifically a person. Paul Walker.

Ever since 3rd grade when Paul couldn't square 20 and Edie showed him up and answered Paul has never forgotten it, his favourite past time was bulling Edie I am pretty sure he set the world record for most nicknames:

Nedie (nerdy and Edie)

Dork/dorko

Dwedie (dweeb and Edie (this was his favouriote))

Tech wedie (tech ween and Edie)

Egghead

Freakedie

Know-it-all-edie

I could go for days but back to the story, Paul swaggered in with his goons who followed him around manly for protection. He was easily 6ft with muscles on every part of him- what happened to the lanky boy I knew last year who was smaller than me. I swear most of the boys in this school are on steroids.

Edie visibly trembled and awaited the wrath of Paul Walker knowing there was no out running him, I stepped in front of Edie protectively- yes, I was shy but I stood up for my friends!

"what do you want Walker," I sneered

"well, well, well little kimmy poo is standing up for dwedie isn't this surprising," his goonies laughed at his joke.

"Kim just go to the lunch hall I'll meet you there," Edie started mumbling

I turned sharply and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly," no these ends now," everyone at one point had seen Paul taunting Edie and I was fed up, one time me and Alicia found her crying in the toilets about it, Taylor found out and kneed him the groin. He never forgot that too.

"yeah run along kimmy poo," he motioned with his hand but I ignored the laughter of his friends and turned back to him.

I glared," you don't scare me Walker! So, stop bullying Edie,"

Paul guffawed," oh look dwedie you need another friend to stick up for you!"

Edie stood up straighter "leave me alone Paul," she looked unsure of her own words and whispered. I wasn't certain that he heard them but apparently, he did as he stepped right up close to Edie and bend down to match her level.

"what did you just say?" Paul said in a condescending tone, he was almost daring her to retort.

"nothing" she barley spoke I stood on enraged wanting to interrupt but knowing there was no way I could.

"exactly. You are nothing. Nothing. Always will be." Paul whispered, for a second it looked like they were going to kiss but I must be demented because the pure look of hatred in Pauls eyes was scary.

A tear dropped from Edie's eye and her bottom lip quivered Paul turned away and muttered," pathetic." his friends laughed. Pure anger took over me- this was unusual.

," hey Paul." He turned automatically and all of a sudden, my fist was making contact with Pauls nose, Edie gasped, his friends were speechless and Paul mad a cry of pain the same time I did. Ow Paul has a really hard nose. A really hard nose. Like a rock. I grabbed my fist squeezing it , Edie was staring at Paul in shock , he was bent double.

Then all of sudden his whipped up showing up the crimson trickle from his nose to his chin and the he did the last thing I thought he would he ran away, pushing past friends but his hands and torso were shaking violently just like Jared.

Edie burst out laughing.