Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight related, Stephenie Meyer does.

First Impressions

I live in a small town named Forks in the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State. Nearly everyday the sky is covered in a blanket of cloud with the occasional appearance of the sun but that was very rare. It rains here more than any other place in the United States of America. Maybe it reflects my mood as I was miserable living here.

I lived with my mom in a two-bed roomed house that she had bought when my dad was with us. He was involved in a car crash when I was seven and died in hospital due to internal injuries. I wasn't allowed to say bye to him because I was only young and my mom didn't want me to see him like that and remember him that way. My mom and I became very close. She was my best friend.

"Lily your dinner is ready." my mom called up to me. I was in my room working on my homework that was due tomorrow but I put my pen down and headed to the kitchen intending to finish it after I eat. My mom was placing the my dinner on the table when I entered. It was spaghetti Bolognese so I had to be careful not to get it on my clothes. I took my seat where I always sat and my mom sat opposite me.

"So how was your day?" My mom always asked me this knowing I gave the same answer every time.

"Same old, same old. How was yours?" She told me about her day and how she had acquired an old bird cage that was made in the early 1900s and was sure to sell for a good bit of money. While I was at school, she worked in her shop selling antiques which got us by alright but it was a struggle at times. I was dreading turning sixteen in case my mom felt she had to buy me a car but I assured her I enjoyed walking to school as it wasn't that far to walk anyway.

The school was, like most other places, just off the highway. For someone new, it would not be obvious it was a school if it wasn't for the sign saying Forks High School. The school itself looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-coloured bricks that were surrounded by so many trees and shrubs.

"Have you done your homework?"

"Nearly, I just have to make notes on one more chapter and then I am done." My mom took a lot of interest in my education as she wanted me to go to a good university and escape from Forks. She felt she was stuck in this small town because of her shop but I knew she wanted to stay here because of my dad. I on the other hand, wanted to get out of here.

I looked like my mom in the sense that it was obvious we were related but she looked different. Her hair was the same colour brown as mine but hers was cut into a bob that accentuated her amazing cheekbones. She had warm brown eyes to match her hair and they were protected by long lashes that touched her cheek when she blinked. Her ivory skin was flawless but with age came laughter lines and crows feet but she was still beautiful, unlike me.

My mom's looks treated her well in life but mine hindered me. I was a lone-wolf as I couldn't relate to anyone my age not like I wanted to anyway. I was never accepted because I didn't look normal and it didn't help that I liked being alone. I had ivory skin like my mom but I had the pain of the odd spot appearing. When one would clear up another would appear in a different place. It was so annoying because it was nothing a little cover stick couldn't help but my mom said I didn't need make-up as I was a natural beauty. Yeah right. Then again a spot was the least of my worries as I had other problems. I was so pale that I always looked sick and the people who cared always asked me if I was feeling alright. My hair looks good when my mom styles it for me but because it rains and I walk to school, it always gets frizzy so I just tie it up anyway. I would say I have nice eyes as they look a different colour by the lighting and what colour I wear. They can be grey, blue or green. I am also lucky to have inherited my mom's eyelashes. Due to having an overbite I have to wear train tracks and I accept the way I look as I know it's as good as it is going to get.

"Looks like it's going to rain." My mom knew I wasn't myself so she tried to make small talk. Normally I was quite chatty with her but I wasn't in the mood.

"Doesn't it always?"

"Not always," She smiled. "The weatherman said it's going to snow on Wednesday."

"Joy." And with that I ate the last of my dinner so I could head up to finish my homework.