Chapter One:

"Leah! We're going to be late, hurry it up!" Seth yelled from downstairs.

"I'm coming! Give me a few more minutes!" I screamed back at him.

Ever since the Volturi had finally left, life had been getting back to normal, as normal as it could get around here.

I brushed my long black hair, gently removing the tangles, a pulled it back into a thick braid. I had allowed it to grow out to about the bottom of my shoulder blades, maybe a little longer, ignoring the fact that it made my grey fur longer when I was in wolf form. I applied my liquid eyeliner around my dark eyes, and got dressed into some old jeans and black ribbed tank top. Pulling on my grey converse, I raced outside to get a ride with the Cullen's. Not that I had much choice, unless I wanted to run all the way there, which wouldn't be so bad but would seriously mess up my schedule, riding with them was the only other option.

Alice was particularly bouncy today as I got into the car.

"Guess what!" She screeched happily.

I raised my eyebrows.

"There's a new girl at school today!" She smiled.

That caught everyone's attention, so I stared out the window as the talked.

I jumped out of the car, grabbing my army styled green backpack, and raced into school. I wasn't actually anxious to get into school, but to get away from everyone else. Just because I was in a new pack and everything doesn't mean that I'm changing my whole personality.

"Thank you for finally joining us Ms. Clearwater." The grumpy man behind the desk in literature class told me as I walked in.

"No problem." I snarled.

This made him back off, it always did. Whenever I was in a bad mood, nobody bothered me, and I was pretty much always in a bad mood.

"Right, back to story plot lines. Some people enjoy working backwards as we call it, developing a story plot line as they go along, which is somewhat a pointless way of doing this for you have no guidance. If you start from the front however and" He was interrupted by the door banging open.

"Oh, Principle Johnson, can we help you?" My literature teacher, whose name I think is Mr. Kale, or something like that, but I always just called him grumpy man, asked.

"Yes, I have a new student for you, she lost her way." He stepped back to reveal the girl that was standing in the doorway behind him.

That girl, that minute, became the center of my world, giving off a glow that only she could give off. It was very much like seeing the light for the first time, so many had described it.

She wasn't really tall, just perfect. She wasn't too fat, or too thin, but she had lean muscles, like a cat, and a smooth stomach.

She had a short black pleated skirt, that showed off a nice glimpse of her creamy white skin, and with that she had grey and black socks that reached to the bottom of her knees. She was wearing simple black converse low tops that were lined with purple and had a small silver skull decorating the side of the left shoe. She wore a silver studded belt, and a shoulder less tight long sleeved black shirt, torn artfully with a white spaghetti strap tank top underneath. She had on a beautiful old fashioned chocker, of a black string woven tightly together, from which hung a gold rimmed heart, the edges shaped in gothic points, and a black stone in the center. She also wore a simple silver skull ring on her middle right finger.

Her shaggy black hair hung over both of her eyes, making it impossible to see her eyes, or most of her face, but from what I could see, it was beautiful, with pale skin and full lips. I wondered to myself how she could possibly see, I mean, sure I had seen one eye covered, but both? Not that it looked bad on her or anything, but it was weird.

She had her head down, almost as if she was attempting to hide her face.

"So, why don't you tell us a little about yourself?" Our teacher said as the principle left the room.

She turned a little to the teacher.

"My name is Alexis, but I prefer to be called Alex. I just moved here from Seattle, so not too far away. Is that enough for you?" She asked hesitantly which showed that obviously she felt shy and nervous.

"Sure, you can go sit down over there in the back of the room. But just for the future, you need to make sure you don't loose your way next time." Grumpy man glared and pointed to the empty seat next to me.

My heart sped up.

"Where?" She asked.

"Next to Leah, Leah, speak up for her. If you're this directionally challenged, maybe you should get a haircut." He growled.

I could see Alex tense, drawing her mouth in an angry tight line.

"Over here." I called, glaring at the teacher, who seemed to wince slightly.

She shuffled over to me, and sat down in the desk beside mine.

"Thanks." She whispered, and then pulled out a small sketch pad.

Mr. Grumpy didn't notice, so she started to draw a little as our teacher went on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on about plot lines.

In less than two minutes she pulled her pencil up, and tore out the paper quietly. I wasn't able to see what she had drawn, but it turns out, I didn't need to.

She quickly slipped the paper, and I looked at it.

Alex had drawn a picture of a girl, with thick black hair that was braided down her back, wearing a black tank top, and leaning against the desk. She had drawn me.

And it was incredible, almost like a black and white photograph. She was an amazing drawer.

I took out my notebook.

Wow, that's good!

I passed the notebook to her.

She seemed to stare at it for a second, as if to study it closely, then took her pencil back out of her desk and wrote a response.

Thanks, you're nice to draw. You have the perfect face and body for modeling. You ever gone pro?

I smiled. Okay, maybe not so shy.

Nope, I never got the offer. Have you ever done pro drawing?

She smiled, exposing beautiful naturally white teeth.

Nope, I never got the offer. Is this class always this boring?

I stared in disbelief. She had never done pro drawing? Unbelievable!

Seriously, I thought for sure you'd have like your own art museum! And yes, sadly this class is always this boring.

She let out a small groan.

Crap, that sucks.

I looked at her, and she smiled, causing me to smile.

Yep, I had an imprint.