Misery… pure misery, that's how I feel, my mother stayed silent next to me in the car in fear that I might start screaming at any moment, a combination of the drizzle, moving to Washington from England and an extremely bad breakup because of said move made me as sour as rotting limes. We drove passed a large green sign reading Welcome to Forks… oh Fuck off you pretentious piece of metal, being forced to live in this dump is just my personal idea of hell, it's cold and wet and it looks as exciting around here as having to watch paint dry.

I thought America was a happy sunny place… wrong, wrong double WRONG, I let out an exasperated sigh and so did my mother, she's a doctor by trade and when one of her old friends from some Indian reservation let it slip that there clinic needed a doctor she almost immediately jumped on a plane and headed over, on the news of the move my boyfriend of two years dumped me because of and I quote "Long distance relationships aren't worth the hassle" that sparked a huge argument and I haven't spoken to him since.
His reaction was completely forgotten when I told my small group of friends, the crying and hugging must have looked a sight to onlookers passing us by, 6 athletic big girls all sobbing together in the middle of a rugby field, I thought It would have been easier to hide the news under team practice but it didn't soften the blow at all.

My friends and myself were bonded by our hatred for being girly and rough sports, we were a team and had been a team since we were about 5 or 6 years old, and I was the rebellious one of the group, I was the artist, the weirdo and I enjoyed pissing off my mother with anti girlyness… by the time I was 14 I had chopped up my hair and died it various putrid colours to spite my mother, but now that I was 17 I had calmed down considerably even though I wasn't the vision of loveliness my mother always wanted, my hair was now my natural mahogany brown, waist length and wavy because of the woven in extensions I had, I'd dyed the ends of them forest green along with a section of my long bangs, I loved unnatural hair colours it's just my thing.

After god knows how long my butt was now completely square from sitting down so much; my blue denim jeans were starting to feel a little too tight, wriggling about uncomfortably I found little relief, cursed with my mother's figure I found it hard to find comfortable clothes, I wasn't skinny by any means, but I was proud to say my belly, boobs and huge ass were British, don't get me wrong I'm not obese I played rugby like I said, and I ran a couple miles every evening plus I actually do have a waist, I guess I'm just… bigger than most.

We rolled into the driveway of the two-story building my mom had shown me in pictures, I noted that it was opposite a large rusted gate with another sign hammered to it saying "LaPush Reservation", another sigh escaped me, I hadn't even noticed my mom get out of the car I was so lost in my own head, I was very grateful that I didn't have to unpack anything, mom had done that about a month ago while I was just finishing up with school, she decorated everything but my room, my stuff was In there but she said all she had done was strip the walls and replace the carpet with dark wood.

"Toni! You'll have to get out of the car sooner or later."

I jumped at the sound of my mother's rich voice and scowled… is it bad that I wished for the house to implode and take her with it? I through myself out of the car almost falling flat on my face because of my square arse I groaned and stretched, only to almost jump out of my skin (again) when I heard one of the deepest most manliest voices I've ever heard in my life.

"You must be Toni." Now looking at the voices owner I couldn't help but smile, curse my mannerisms…
he was tall… very tall, but then again everyone's tall to me I'm 5'2 and he was well above 6 foot, his hair was jet black and spiked out in random directions like a wild man, and boy was he buff… I would have been scared but I was far too tired to truthfully care that much.

"Yeah I'm Toni… and you are?" The guy smiled and held out his massive hand.

"Sam Uley… Your mother asked me to keep an eye on you, and to ask you about helping with a couple projects in LaPush… she says you're good with your hands." He tried not to smirk, and I once again cursed my mother wondering who else she had been telling about me and my hands.
He enveloped my much smaller hand into his; his body temp was through the roof and I gasped, he took his hand back quickly and I thought it best not to mention it going from the look on his face.

"I build things, paint and draw … I carve wood too, I love working with my hands it's much more personal than doing it with machines." Sam's face changed into a broad smile

"Well I think you'll fit in just fine, I'll show you around some time… your mom asked me to introduce you to some people too… said you needed a distraction?" I heaved a heavy sigh once again, and rubbed my face catching the cold metal of my Monroe piercing, I always forget about my piercings I had them all done within weeks of each other, my Monroe, my labret and my eyebrow and I don't regret any of them. I tugged at the bottom of my long sleeve black V-neck t shirt suddenly finding my feet very interesting; I didn't want to be thinking about HIM at all, glancing at Sam I saw he was waiting for a response.

"Yeah…bad breakup… really bad actually…" Mikey broke my heart, he just tossed me aside like rotten food and that hurt like hell.

Sam hummed almost knowingly, it kinda sounded like a growl but when I glanced up his face was soft and kind, you could tell he'd had a tough life, too much responsibility to young you know?

"I'm always around if you need to talk… if you can't find me just ask around, not much stays secret around the rez."… Great…

We stood in awkward silence for a good 10 seconds, before a strange sound from the gate behind him made me jump; Sam chuckled and turned around waving at whoever was behind him.

"I'm gonna go start on my room Sam, please feel free to ask me for any help with... anything. I could do with a project." I caught a glimpse of a group of boys at the gate behind him all big and shirtless, I went inside before any protests or invitations could fly.

Weeks later my room was finished plastered in my drawings, paintings and photos until you couldn't see the creamy white walls underneath, the mass of colour made the small-ish room brighter somehow, my large mahogany king size bed matched the floor and donned crystal clean white fluffy bed sheets and pillows, I made sure that colour was a large part of my life, brightness had always made me feel at home and safe, the multi-colored shag rug felt so good under my bare feet gazing upon my hard work with a hot cup of tea gripped firmly in my hands.

I had re-sanded, fixed up and varnished a couple of old chest of draws my mom found outside someone's house waiting to be scrapped, yet here they both stood, magnificent sisters on the far wall of my room, home to all my clothes, trinkets and carvings and more photos too, separating them was an old floor length gold rimmed mirror, there was nothing special about it I just needed a mirror and I got that one. My bed had two patchwork bed side cabinets on either sides of it, again covered in little bright trinkets, beads, hair clips and two matching rainbow lamps and my old trusted alarm clock, lots of huge bean bags were soon added to the room when Sam brought his friends and fiancée Emily around one day, just to get them off my bed.

I have to admit though the best part of this room was my window, it gazed over part of the reservation and the forest, I perched myself on my windowsill and opened my window it was a cold, dry morning, it swung outwards making my yellow curtains flutter in the gentle breeze I watched the people walking and talking, children playing and I could just about make out Sam talking to Paul, Jared and Embry.

Sam's friends acted very strangely around me for a while when we first met, but eventually calmed down, I finally met this old friend of my mother's too, her name was Sue Clearwater, a tribe elder, she was very sweet to me complementing my hair much to my mother's dismay, and another person that happened to be there was another tribe elder by the name of Billy Black, he was paralyzed from the waist down and in a wheelchair, but was full of energy and playfulness.

I was so deep into my own world I didn't notice Sam and the boys bound up to the house, I guess they must have seen me, but I jumped out of my skin spilling the hot tea over my light pink night shirt when I heard One of them yell for me.

"Toni! Come on it's almost noon!" I held my shirt away from my skin and glared at all four of them, all but Sam had wide shit eating grins, I thought about jumping onto the porch roof just under my window and pouncing on them… but as the cooling tea dripped onto my leggings I decided against it.

I swung the front door open with a less than amused face still gripping my shirt.

"Do you guys know how much this burned?" Paul pouted and pushed passed me probably smelling the pies my mom made, he was followed by Jared, embry and Sam.

The boys stayed downstairs eating while I showered and got dressed, as I walked out of the shower I heard Sam shout from down stairs.

"Our friend Jake's here you mind if he comes in?!" I chuckled holding up my bust through the towel.

"Sure, and this time YOU have to tell mom about her pies Sam!" I heard him laugh softly.

I latched my white padded bra around "the beasts" and let out the breath I was holding, being a natural 38E was hard on the back so industrial strength underwire bras are a god send, I slipped on a pair of mismatched underwear which I think were stripy, some old torn up straight leg jeans, a thick fitted white long sleeve jumper my old timberland boots and my grandmothers gold chain.
I pulled my hair back into a high-ish ponytail and pinned my bangs back, I only ever wore the lightest makeup if any at all, once I fixed my piercings back in place I trundled back down the stairs to my waiting audience.

"Here she is!" Sam announced as I walked in.

"Jake this is Toni, Toni this is Jacob Black."…wow…talk about hubba hubba my eyes may as well have fallen out of my head he had a face that looked like it had been carved by angels, he smiled at me but it faltered when we locked eyes, my light green and his whiskey brown just connected. When he finally looked away after quite a while he seemed shaken, almost faint He regained his composure with a little help from Sam and me; he stared at me once again with soft slightly hooded eyes.

"Hi…" his voice had a slight gruffness to it but it was soft and breathy.

"Hi." My voice almost mirrored his; it took me a good 10 seconds before snapping out of it.

"So who wants food?" I could tell that maybe that was the wrong thing to say around these guys.

Thank you all so much, I've finally gotten back into the swing of things with my writing, please leave comments or suggestions, I want your opinion on what supernatural creature I should include into the story in whatever way
Witch
fairy
Give me some ideas please!

Thank you all so much

Toni xxx