Prologue

Forks, Washington.

Apparently our family heritage led us back to this dinky little Native American reservation that was situated right on the coast of Washington state. We'd never really talked about where we came from, as a family. It had always been apparent to us; Michael, Silas and I that we had some sort of... different ethnicity in our background. Our skin colour would attest to the fact that we were different from the all American kids we'd grown up around in the other places we'd lived.

Despite the obvious differences, however, we'd never discussed it. Discussing where we came from would inevitably bring up our father, and that was something that nobody was willing to do. Especially our mother.

The car slowed down as we came into Forks; the tiny town through which you had to go to get to La Push. Mom took a sharp left turn into an old looking gas station, which was far too busy for the day that was in it. The sky was grey with cloud, and little droplets of water were splashing unrelentingly down onto the smudged windscreen of our little Ford.

Bringing the car to a stop next to a gas pump and unclicking her seatbelt, Mom turned around to look at Michael and I in the back seat. Silas was snoozing soundly, his head resting against the passenger window.

"Go in and pay for the gas, will you?" Mom instructed me, pulling a couple of bills out of her purse and handing them to me. "Pick up a few snacks too. Some chips or something. We're not going to have anything in down at the new house." Next to me, Michael turned his head away, frustrated. At the angle at which my mother was looking at me, he was unable to see what she was saying. He had been lip-reading for most of his life, but there was nothing to be done if he couldn't actually see the person's mouth.

The inside of the filling station was a grimy looking place, stocked to the brim with convenience confectionery and car accessories. I ambled slowly around the store, picking out packets of chips and candy bars. I ambled so slowly and aimlessly in fact, that I ended up ambling right into another person.

I looked up, stunned and came face to face with a petite little girl with dark skin and black hair. She looked like my mother. She scowled at me like it was obviously all my fault that we had collided.

"Sorry," I muttered, blushing.

The girl assessed me for a moment before flipping her hair. "Whatever, watch where you're going," she told me curtly. Her eyes flicked from my face until they were looking at something over my shoulder. "Paul, I thought you were waiting in the damn car. All you ever think about is food." The girl brushed past me and I blinked in surprise. I followed her with my eyes to see that she was batting her eyelashes and looking up at a... tall and incredibly handsome man.

He was looking down at the girl with a look on his face that indicated that he wasn't really interested in what he was saying at all. As I looked at him for a little longer than was truly appropriate, his eyes flicked away from the girl and towards me, as if he could feel me watching him. As he returned my gaze, his deep brown eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

Mortified, I spun around quickly and hurried to the till to pay for the snacks and the gas. I was so flustered that I didn't even realise that the gangly boy behind the counter had short changed me until I was back in the car and my mother began to exclaim over how expensive the snacks must have been.

Michael, seeming to notice how flustered I was signed to me, "What's up?"

I moved my hands quickly in a reply, "Town's full of weirdos." Michael smiled before turning to look out of his window again as we left Forks behind and headed down a narrower, bumpier road leading towards the coast.

Hey there, people. This is just the prologue of my new story. I hope someone (anyone) reads this. I will be pretty depressed if nobody reads it or reviews. I'm about to upload the first chapter too :)

Ciao, Lily x