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I had good bloody luck and got too adopt this story ! from susan salvatore ! thank uu soo much !.

Chapter - 1..

Abby's P.O.V

Here we go again Monday morning time to get up, have a shower ,get dressed and eat breakfast, and get ready to re-visit hell also more casually known as la-push high school.

You probably thinking that I'm like every other melodramatic teenager who thinks schools hell. Well my name's Abby may smith and I have more then one reason for thinking schools hell.

Reason one: My family, my mom married a guy( my father) who was not from the rez I think was from Ohio.( they died when I was three) Making my family with all traditions an outcast someone people were allowed to be mean too.

Reason two: My appearance, I have the palest skin you could imagine, Bright red curly hair and I am 5ft. Quite different from the normal Quileute girls who have dark skin, Dark straight hair, And are 5ft 8in.

Reason three: Paul gray, the schools most popular boy, who feel the need too torture anyone who in his mind he considers to be outcast.

So there is my very justified reasons to why high school is hell. Well I guess it's time to get ready to face hell. I had a quick shower. Got dressed in my paramore shirt and hoody, with my skinny jeans.

I grabbed a pop tart on the way out jumped into my car and started the long trip down to my school. I arrived 10 minutes before the bell. Enough time for me to get my books out of my locker an head too homeroom.

But apparently I wasn't there early enough too avoid Paul. "yo shortie rob the church charity box again cos those clothes are just plain ugly." He said with a sneer while knocking my books out of my hands. He walked away while everyone laughed.

Yep just like every other Monday morning. It went on like this everyday for the next week. Tuesday it was a jab at my family history. Little did he Know my Parents were dead and James and Victoria were my aunt and uncle.

Wednesday it was my height, he stole my books of me and placed them on the highest shelve of my locker. So I had to ask Coach Tanner to get them down for me. Paul had no idea how much that hurt deep down.

Thursday He Put a Large amount of bubble gum in my hair. So I had to go home and have Victoria pull it out of the tight red curls that were my hair. Which hurt like hell.

Friday it was Just a good old fashioned why would anyone want to go on a date with you you're an ugly waste of space that should just die before you cause anyone else discomfort by having to look at you for more than 5 minutes.

On the weekend I just stayed in(I have no-one to go out with or to hang with) and helped Victoria with the housework, cook, and finally my homework before having a nice relaxing bath and gong to bed nice and early on both nights. See I like too split the homework half and half between the two days so I don't have that much to do.

Sometimes I wonder what Paul would do If he was in my position. Would he take it or would he stand up for himself. Another thing that crossed my mind, was if my parents would be proud of me right now?

They probably wouldn't

They would want a strong daughter one who was capable of standing up for her self. Not one who was so week and small that she was a easy target.

But I guess there's no point thinking this and maybe I should be preparing myself for what Paul's going to do to me in the morning.

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