When I saw you I fell in love and you smiled because you knew - William Shakespeare.

Stephanie Meyer own's all!

Chapter 1:

My life was the same routine everyday,my life was déjà vu over and over. Well that's what it felt like.

I woke up to the shrill of the alarm clock in the little room that gave me only a small amount of privacy. My room looked the same every year except for a few props I change. I still had the white steel bed and white floral cupboards and matching desk. I still had my White wolf rug and the Quileute stuffed wolf with the same tribal markings that sits on my bed . I still have the oak wooden floor and peach colored wall paper and the purple faded curtains that drowned the light from my room. Everyday I woke up to the ordinary, nothing changed and nothing ever will.

I live with my Grandma, My little brother Kaleb who is in 7th grade and my older sister keona who is a senior in high school, there is also of course kieran my oldest brother who is a sophomore in College ALL the way in California, he never visits and he never calls.
But he does however, send a ton load of cash. And a good amount at that.

You may be wondering where the heck is my parents?, they're dead. I don't really feel much for them, I mean they never really took time to notice me when they were alive and when they did they would just complain. They only ever cared about my sister the future model and kieran the future lawyer, that's going after his fathers dream. Me and kaleb, they didn't care about us, not that much. But I know kaleb still grieves for them, he's only thirteen.

Anyway, let's just start from the beginning,

My mom and dad were both involved in a car accident on July sixteenth, I don't exactly remember the year and I don't exactly care but I think It's about around when I was twelve and when kaleb was nine.

I still remember that fateful day,

It was about ten 'o'clock, no I think It was eleven. My mom picked us up from school and dropped us of at our grandparents house - back when gramps was still alive, now It's just 'our house' or 'grandma's house'.

My mom needed to get back to the hospital to work on her late night shifts - she was a doctor - and my dad wanted to drive her there, saying he never spent any time with her. I didn't know what he was talking about, he was the one who helped make four children.

I bet he just wanted to check out that blonde receptionist he's always smiling at whenever we go visit mom at work. Not that I ever told mom that and now as much as I would, it's too late for that.

So as they were driving to the hospital they stopped at a stop sign, when a huge truck went berserk and toppled over my parents car, making the car go flat like you see on those cartoons. Obviously you could not survive a crash like that even If you are a few meters close to the hospital. So then the truck driver got jailed for life, well I think it was life I'm not really sure, I was watching TV. I do remember the truck drivers name though , his name was Barry Carlson.

We only knew about the crash at around midnight, I remember waking up to the flashing lights and looking out the window to see the cops talking to my grandma about the crash. She was weeping when she came in, I heard her all the way from the room near the kitchen. We have no second floor, none of the houses in La push do.

The next morning she made us chocolate chip cookies, apple pie, she bought us Ice cream - tons and tons of Ice cream and let us watch all our favorite movies. Then the cord struck, our grandparents told us to sit at the dinner table and they told us the heart breaking news, holding the ones who cried, I just sat there frozen. I was still grieving but on the inside, I just never like to show my weakness, even when I was little. Gran said it was a trait I learned from my mother.

So that was the story, we had a tribal funeral and some of the families in la push gave us mountains of food. After the funeral we had to move all our stuff into our grandparents house and I had to share a room with my bitchy sister, who after all these years is still a mean bitch.

Then a year later Grandpa died by snapping his neck in the backyard. You see he was sitting in those patio chairs and he must of fallen asleep because the chair fell backwards and he fell against a small brick wall, snapping his neck in the process, and I was there to see the whole thing.

Then after the 2nd Connerweller funeral, we moved on with our now boring lives.

So that's pretty much the story of my stupid past.

Now moving on to my siblings, their alright. We have some fights, well we have loads of fights but we all do love each other in the end. The Connerweller's are known to show unending love, that's what the elders say.

let me start with Kieren, As you know he moved all the way to California and he never looked back, well he never looked back for a year that is. I still remember how he looks because his photos are every where around the house. He had the curly brown hair that was sort of made into a quiff, and he always had stubble around his jaw. He was a really funny guy and he was really popular with the ladies back when he was in high school, I even remember Jared looking up to my brother.

Moving on before all things Jared, cloud my brain...

The next sibling is Keona Connerweller, who is eighteen years old and a senior in high school. The first thing to know about her is she is the total queen of the bitches. Okay, she may be exceptionally beautiful, I'll admit to that. And she is a cheerleader out of the two hundred kids that go to our small school. Anyone who even associate's with her turns popular the next day, the get higher up the popular scale...well everyone except me that is.

She has practically gone out and slept with half the population of boys in school and even some college boys, now she is lingering around Paul who is actually in my year, but I guess Paul doesn't mind because he is know for his reputation as the total man whore and all.

Once she even bought Jared home, But all I thought about was 'OMG, Jared Cameron is in my freaking house, OMG' Instead of getting jealous that my own sister get's to fuck him and I don't - that's what any normal girl would do.

I used to be one of those girls, that looked like they were high on sugar. I could have tried cheer leading, but I'm not exactly flexible and those skirts are just slutty - no wonder the elder's find them disrespectful.

Keona is perfect and beautifully statuesque. She has a beautiful figure with curves in all the right places and Is 5'10'.She was once asked by a scout if she would like to model and she decided she will after high school. She has beautiful dark brown locks with dyed blonde highlights and big Dark brown eyes with Hazel swirls. I used to think she was my idol,my role model but know I'm not so sure.

Then there's Kaleb, who is my absolute favorite out of all the Connerweller kids. I just love him to bits.
I can tell him anything, and vice versa. He knows about my petty crush I had for years on my rival Jared Cameron. And I know that he like's Tara Muller who's always staring at him in math.

He Is quite shy and thinks he is too dull looking for a girl like Tara to go out with him But I Think that's just all lies, but who am I to judge, I'm his sister. I can be very biased. He has the same caramel colored skin and dark curly brown hair just like everyone else but his hair is longest out of the boys, His hair cascades to his throat almost reaching the carved wolf necklace we wear. I like to compare him to a golden retriever, lovable and loyal.

And now - where was I - Oh right that just leaves me, Kim Connerweller. I have a good life, loving siblings and grandparents who provide good food, a home, a car and money for clothes and school.

I'm not saying I'm ugly or anything but I'm OK, since I am related to Keona Connerweller and all. I have long dark hair that goes right down my back and I have a small button nose and eyes that are too small for my high cheekbones but you can still clearly see the hazel in them. I usually wear jeans and sometimes skirts on a good day but I prefer skinny jeans. I have a boyfriend who is although quite controlling, stubborn and manipulative, he still cares for me and we've been going out for practically a year now.

I still never said I like Christian. I mean I did at first but I always had someone else in my heart - Jared Cameron.

I always fantasize about him, always dream about him too. Dreams that were never about Christian and me.

Sometimes I Imagine Jared kissing me the way Christian kisses me or touches me the way Christian touches me, but I know that will never happen.
I always tell myself to move on to be happy, but my heart is just too stubborn it doesn't willingly let go, Every time I try It hurts, a deep type of pain forming in my chest pangs and Forces me to remember the memories of me and Jared. But there was never were any.
You want to know why? I'll tell you anyway. You see christian and Jared have never exactly been good freinds, they were never on good speaking terms anymore.

You see in all throughout Middle school Jared and Christian were the best of freinds, but as time moved forward they fell apart, it was all because of some ridiculous bet for some girl. they both liked the girl. Jared called Dibs but Christian went for the prey. Christian won in the end and Jared was not happy. They had a huge fight and both had broken noses. Then in Freshman year, Christian started picking on Jared's younger sister and Jared of course got angry and another fight broke out.

So now of course anyone who speaks or hangs out with Christian in Jared's eyes are threats and enemies, me included. Imagine Your biggest crush see's you as an enemy. You can never have a chance. Unless there was some force in the universe or the spirits that can bind someone together. Destiny if you will, your soul mate. But that was impossible, I shouldn't fantasize such things from fairy tales.

I knew Santa Claus never existed or the tooth fairy ever since I was little, so it's obvious of course that fairy tales won't exist and will never exist. But what makes me believe in them so strongly?