A/N;
Okay, this is going to be a Jacob/ OOC fan fiction… This is just the beginning, filling you in on what happened to me before I met Jacob. And Yes, The character is based on me, but has different looks and some different personality, but based on me, yes. In this Chapter I didn't put much detail into the places, because I don't plan on using them until way later, and I will explained with more detail then.

Most of the story will be in Briar's Point of View, but there will be other peoples, I can guarantee that.

Well enough on the big note thing and move to the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER; I own nothing except my self, Matt, the parents, everyone else you've never heard of.

Thanks,
Briar / Silver

Briar's Point Of View.

"Happy anniversary," I tell my parents as I lean over the couch.

It was Saturday morning, on June 17th; my parent's 19th anniversary. I saved up my tips, and ended up having enough to send them to brunch today at the local restaurant where I worked.

I handed them the money. "Go get ready. I reserved you a table for brunch."

I leaped over the couch, ending up in between them.

"Oh, honey. You didn't need to do that! Thank you!" my mom smiled as she pulled me into a hug. My dad soon joined in, and we sat there in a comfortable silence. Then I broke it.

"Go get ready. The table is booked for ten thirty." My mom kissed me one last time on the fore head before running up stairs. My dad hugged me and then followed.

You see, my parents are plain ordinary parents, but they are mine and I couldn't wish for anyone better. Rachel Turner, my mom, is thirty-seven, having me at age twenty-one. My dad, Kristopher Turner, is thirty nine, two years older than my mother. The treat we well, but never spoil me. They taught me to work for stuff, instead of asking and begging. I did well in school, strait A's because my dad is my teacher, and helps me with everything.

About ten minutes after they went up stairs, they finally reappeared again, in good jeans and shirts.

"Okay Briar, be good, and thank you so much. Good bye, we love you," they chanted together, hugging me once again that morning, and then leaving.

At noon I heard a car pulled into the drive-way when I was in my room. I ran down the stairs, all the way to the front door to greet them. But when I opened the front door, it wasn't my parents before me, it was a police officer. But why?

"Hello, are you Briar Turner?" He asked, and I nodded. He followed me inside, and sat on the couch, well I sat on the chair.

"Is something wrong officer?" I asked, and he nodded.

"On your parent's way home, they were hit head on by a drunk driver. Your mother died instantly, and your dad died before he could get into an ambulance. I'm so sorry." Tears started to trickle down my face.

"No. That can't be possible. You're lying—" I was cut off by a phone. I got up and walked quickly to the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi Bri," Matt said and he heard the sadness in my voice and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"Please, just come here,"

"I am on my way." I hung up the phone, and I collapsed to the ground crying.

Matt ran in the house a minute later, not stopping for the police and ran strait towards me.

"Oh, Bri; what happened?" he asked, sitting on the ground then he wrapped his arms around me, and I just sobbed into his shirt.

"Mom –Sob- dad –Sob- drunk driver –Sob- dead," I cried, and Matt held me tighter.

I ended up falling asleep in his arms, and right before I lost consciousness, I felt Matt pick me up, and bring me to my bed.

That afternoon, I dreamt about my parents, all the good times we shared and spent together, and came to one conclusion; everyone was freaking lying! But I knew I did not dream up the morning. The police officer, the news, me crying, Matt coming; I never dreamt any of that. It was all true; my parents are gone.

I cracked open my eyes, and I saw Matt sitting on my computer chair.

Matt was, is, my best friend. We've known each other since we were five in kindergarten. As we got older, are interests changed, Matt became the popular jock guy at school, and I was, am, and always will be, the plain, boring girl that other girls despised. You see, Matt didn't like all the girls, the popularity, and all that crap. He stayed my best friend, we were always together, and everyone hated me for it. Matt and I had tried dating once, but it was too weird, so we stopped but continued on as best friends.

Well anyways, Matt was about 5 foot 10, with shaggy, black hair, that most of the time covered his left eye. And his eyes were at deep, light grey.

I finally opened my eyes fully to meet Matt's eyes from across the room.

"Hey, you're up," he said softly, coming to sit at the end of my bed.

"Why?" I asked simply. A tear started to drip down my face.

"I don't know." He answered back, and I pulled him into a big hug. "Officer Jackson wanted to know if you had anywhere to go, any immediate family, or anything like that." I shook my head and silently sobbed, still hugging Matt with his arms wound around my body tightly, like he never wanted to let go.

"Do you have god-parents?" He asked, and I hesitated a moment before I shrugged. "I can get my dad to check for you if you want," Matt offered, and I looked up and nodded.

It's been three days since the accident, and Mrs. Carter, Matt's mother, has let me stay with them until I found a place to go. My next door neighbor's Mr. and Mrs. Barlow, who were my parent's closest friends, planned the funeral, helped my go threw there stuff and that stuff. So I basically slept ate and cried.

Mr. Carter came back to the house that night around five. He sat me down on the couch and handed me a piece of paper with my godfather's information. I hugged him, and then Matt and I took a walk to the park. We took a seat down on the red bench.

And only then did I finally look down to the paper;

Billy Black,

792 Wolfe Rd.

La Push, Washington, United States

98350

905-052-2274

Matt pulled out his cell and handed it to me.

"It's so far away," I whispered.

"I know, but we'll always be best friends; forever." **Matt had no idea how right he was**

I sighed. "Thank you Matt, for being such a good friend." I hugged him one more time, and then dialed the number.

905-052-2274- Ring- Ring-

Hello?

"Hello; may I please speak to Billy Black?"

This is him. Who's speaking?

"My name is Briar Turner. I live in Brampton Ontario. My parents just died in a drunk driver accident" my voice broke there, "and here, you are marked down as my God-Father."

Oh. Umm, I'm sorry for your loss. Who were your parents?

"Rachel and Kristopher Turner are my parents."

Oh. Rachel, Oh my god.

"So you knew her?"

Yes. She was my best friend. I can't believe- Are you okay? You need a place to stay, don't you?

I nodded, and then said "Yes I do."

You are welcome here anytime. If you need a place right away, I can get you plane tickets.

"Thank you."

No problem, if there is anything else I can do for you Briar don't hesitate to ask.

"Thanks Billy."

Is there any certain day you plan on coming down?

"After the funeral, which is tomorrow, if that is okay with you."

It is. I'll have my daughter's old room ready for you, and I'll have a plane ticket in your name ready for tomorrow night. Sound okay?

"Yes."

I'll call you later with the flight information.

"Okay; Thank you so much and good bye."

Bye and he hung up the phone.

I turned to Matt, and gave a small smile. He understood immediately, and pulled me into a hug. We hugged a lot these past few days, and he would never understand how much they meant to me.

"I'm going tomorrow night," I explained and I saw the sadness in his eyes.

"So soon?" he pleaded, and I nodded.

"I leave after the funeral. Can you take me to my house so I can get some stuff?" He nodded and we walked for an hour to my house. On the way there we talked about random stuff, and how we'd miss each other. I haven't been apart from Matt for a one day span since I was five. Eleven years and I've seen him every day; now I'm moving to a different country, to live with people I've never even met, let alone heard of before.

An hour later, we walked up my house's steps. I haven't been in since Saturday, and I didn't know what to expect. Mrs. Barlow had boxed up my parents clothes, leaving all the trinkets, pictures, and all the nick-knacks they had around. I went strait to my room, with Matt trailing behind me.

I look around my room for probably the last time. It was an attic room, which had a window that lead to the roof, where me and Matt would sit and watch stars in the summer. My bed was a double bed that sat under the window. A wooden desk is near the wall, my laptop on it, a desk lamp, and some old notebooks. My dresser is on the other side; it's just plain and holds my clothes. Then my books; they stocked my book shelf until no room was left, so I piled them in corners.

Matt already got my suitcase out and opened it on the bed.

"Wait," I said, then opened my laptop, "We should see what the place is like first." He nodded as I typed in La-Push on Wikipedia;

La Push is a small unincorporated community in Clallam County, Washington, United States. It is home to the Quileute Indian Tribe and is located along the Quileute River. It is known for its surfing and whaling, as well as natural beauty. One of the main attractions of La Push is the Ocean Park Resort along James Beach. La Push, with Forks, is one of the rainiest places in United States, and you barely see the sun. If you do, that is a rare occasion.

I read it and Matt also did. After that he looked up, "Seems rainy," he stated. I smiled. Matt was really, really, really, bad at making small talk, okay?

"Yes; I think I'll need to bring my jacket," I muttered and then added louder, "Let's get packing."

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Three hours later, my stuff is packed. Well my clothes, pictures, laptop, and that stuff. Matt promised to send all my books over later. I couldn't live with out them, but can't bring them all with me, so Matt is sending the five boxes over.

It was nine o'clock so Matt and I go back to his house for the night. I'm tired, so as I get to the spare room bed I'm instantly asleep.

That was the last night I spend with matt before I get to leave.