Raylin's POV

I woke up on the first day of the new school year. This year, I would be a Junior so that means only one more year of school after this then I'm free to leave this dump and explore the world. But first, let me tell you a little more about me.

My name is Raylin Wolfe. My mother is of Native American decent and so is my father. I am quite shy but also called unique for my eyes. You see, one of my eyes is green, yet the other is gold. No-one knows why they are like this. Anyways, I attend school on the Reservation in La Push. I live on the Reservation too. My hair is black and wavy, reaching to around my waist. The easiest way to tie it back is in a ponytail rope plait. I have the traditional tan skin and have quite a curvy figure.

Now for school!

I rose from my slumber at around 6:00am to my alarm making that dreaded beeping.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

No sound could bring greater suffering! Once I was (about) awake, I took a nice luke-warm shower to clear my head. I use my favourite apple scented shampoo and conditioner before finishing off washing and turning off the shower.

The start of a school year is usually a time for everyone to dress fancy and look their best but I don't think that way. Today, my outfit consisted of a grey tassel skirt, a black long sleeve top and ankle boots with a small heel. I tied my black hair up in a ponytail, rope plait. My only jewellery was a moon charm necklace my grandmother made for me for my seventh birthday. My most treasured possession. I rarely took it off.

Once I was dressed, I headed down the stairs and away from my room for breakfast. We were having bacon and eggs. My mother was just finishing up the food as I walked into the kitchen. She looks quite like me; so much so the other people of La Push and Forks – the town nearby – often confused us for sister instead of mother and daughter.

My father isn't here anymore, in case you were wondering. He left when I was three, claiming he didn't want to father a child of freakish nature, whatever that meant. I haven't seen him since and I don't particularly wish to either.

Mother and I carried the food into the dining room and I set the table. We ate in silence; a regular occurrence seeing as we don't get along all too well. She blames me for my father leaving. When I was finished, I carried my dirty dishes into the kitchen and cleaned them. By now, it was only 7:00am, meaning I had two hours to get to school. It was only a half an hour walk. Soon I was planning on getting a car or motorbike.

That is, if I can find the money for one. They weren't the cheapest and even a scrap one would be pricey to repair. *Sigh* Why couldn't my mother care enough to let me have one thing? She hates me. Almost as much as Paul Lahote.

Paul Lahote is another Junior like me. And we hate each other with a passion. He is arrogant, cocky, a total player, constantly fighting other students and all in all he was just a bully. We hate each other. And that means I lost the chance of being friends with some of the boys in my year just because they were his friends. And when someone like him doesn't like you, that can be a bit of an issue with people like Violet Riddle, Lucy May, Levi Austin and Ivan Weiss. A.K.A. the most popular kids in the school.

Violet is the main popular girl, spray tan and all. She is a total slut too, constantly getting with guys but mainly sticking with Levi. Lucy is the gossip girl off the school: she knows every bit of gossip there is to know in our school. Levi is one of the arrogant kids who disrespect teachers and other students yet girls flock around him like geese. Luna only knows why. And then there is Ivan Weiss. He is just like Levi but instead of one-night stands, he lures girls in, gets them to love him and then crushes their heart as if they were boring old rag dolls.

I hate them all so much.

School started in two hours so I brushed my teeth and hair, packed my bag and started the walk to school. It was a ritual for me to get there really early to avoid the teasing and taunting from the other students. Because I had nothing to do, I wandered around 'til I found my locker and placed some of my textbooks inside of the metal tomb. Some days, I wish I could crawl inside of it and just die. Hence the nickname 'the metal tomb'.

The library was easy to find. I entered and instantly got a whiff of the old leather volumes decorating the ancient wooden shelves. I picked up my favourite book and took a seat by the window, my regular seat. The book I chose to read was called 'Little Women'.

'Little Women' is a book set during the American Civil War in the March Household. The story line showed how they got through the troubles of being women in a sexist time period and how they survived through worry for their dear father fighting in the war. It's a great read and I think everyone should read it.

I sat in the window seat with the book and opened it at the start. It was so easy to just allow myself to be sucked into the plot of the story. I love the magic some books make using only words and imagery. It was enchanting.

When I looked up from my book at last, I saw the time was 8:56am. Damn it! I had four minutes to reach my first class in room 37. It was Geography. A nice subject but not my favourite. So, I ran as fast as I could over to the lesson and arrived seconds before the bell rang to signal the beginning of school lessons. My Geography teacher, Mr Lore, smiled at me as I walked in.

"Ahh. Nice of you to join us at last. Take a seat." He said, a smile dancing on his lips. I nodded and looked around for a seat. There was only two left: one next to a girl, Macy Parker, or next to –

Ugh!

The only other spare seat was next to Paul damn Lahote. The obvious choice was Macy so I sat next to her. She spared a small, shy smile for me as I dropped my bag to the floor and slid into the seat. We've never talked but we when we do, we have hour long conversations on books. Bookworms for life, we are. She has one other friend she usually hangs out with, Harriet Queen. She is quite similar to Macy but not as book passionate.

The lesson started and we took care to make notes when needed and listen. The first lesson of the year is always the same: teacher talks, we make notes, get homework. Easy and over within the first half hour. After we were allowed to do whatever we wanted to. Macy pulled a book out to read but I had left mine in the library before school started. Shame. It would've been nice to read for half an hour during a lesson. I looked around the room. Everyone was talking to their friends. No-one was working or reading or doing anything school-like.

I saw that tosser (Lahote) messing about with his friends and flirting with Violet. He is such a git! I seriously don't understand why he is the way he is. It's disgusting. What girls find attractive about him is unknown of to me.

Sighing in frustration, I picked up my bag and scrounged around for a book or my phone. I couldn't find any books that I had not read so I took out my phone. It was a Nokia 1xxx and decently cheap. It was the only one I could afford. Of course, the tosser had to have his say when I first got it, calling it a cheap thing an unborn child could afford. It was not cheap, believe me. I had to save up for seventh months to finally be able to get it.

When the bell for next lesson finally rang, I stood up quickly, shoved my phone in my bag and rushed out of the room. My next classes were Biology and then I.T, rooms 54 and 13. Then came lunch.

Yippee! Note the sarcasm.

A/N Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my new fanfiction on this website. I also write on the website Quotev under the same name if you want to read my other stories. I hope to have regular updates on this story so please read and review. I will read anything you have to say but please no hate. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Have a lovely day. Bye!