(A/N) So I decided to do another Twilight Fanfic, even though I haven't finished the first one yet xD Oh, and don't worry, there will definitely be more Paul in the next chapter ;) Anyways, please read and review, I would really appreciate it! In fact I will love you forever! Well, I would but you guys may find that a little creepy ;)
Anyhoo, please review! Tell me whether you like it or not, how I can improve my writing, character and...stuff xD So I hope you enjoy this, and remember that constructive criticism is appreaciated greatly ;)

Chapter 1

The Collision

As she entered the small, one-story house slowly, her hazel eyes searching the room carefully, Rose Spencer dropped her bags on the floor, a faint smile appearing on her face as her Grandma came and stood beside her, placing an arm around Rose's shoulder in a comforting manner.

"I know it's not much compared to your Uncle's house, but you'll get used to it," Her Grandma said, pushing a loose strand of gray hair out of her wrinkled face.

"Its fine, Gran, it seems really nice...and cosy," Rose continued to glance round the room, running a hand through her long, light brown hair.

The wallpaper was cream with an arabesque pattern on it; the oak flooring had a large, cream embroidered rug placed in the middle of it, surrounded by two light brown sofas and a matching armchair. The sofas were littered with beige cushions, which, like the wallpaper, had an arabesque design. In one corner of the room was a large bookshelf containing thick, battered looking books and a few dusty, old ornaments. A small television sat in the other corner of the room, facing the sofas and armchair, and on the wall above it was a picture of Rose's now deceased Grandpa, who had died only a few years ago. Rose missed him greatly, though not as much as her Grandma did; In fact her Grandma seemed lost without him.

"Now, I think I'll make a cup of tea whilst you go unpack your things," Rose's Grandma shuffled off towards the kitchen, "Would you like a cup, dear?"

Rose shook her head, "No thanks, Gran, I'd rather just unpack my things,"

"Oh, okay then, dear," Her Grandma called from inside the kitchen, "Your rooms just down the hall,"

Rose nodded, despite the fact her Grandma couldn't see her, and picking up her bags she headed past the living room and down the hall, stopping at the door right at the end.

As she stepped into her room, she smiled happily. She remembered the times she used to visit her Gran in the summer when she was younger, and it was safe to say the bedroom had not changed one bit. White wallpaper with tiny, elegant roses covered the walls, and a white carpet lay on the bedroom floor. A small, brown wardrobe sat in one corner of the room, next to a large vanity which had a pile of old photographs laying on the surface.

Rose walked over and carefully picked up the photographs that contained the precious memories of her childhood. One showed Rose hugging her Grandpa tightly, and she was laughing happily as a small dog licked her face. Another was of her sitting in the sand with her Grandma and Grandpa. By the looks of it, they were trying to make a sand castle...and failing. The next photo made Rose freeze, her eyes going glassy as she stared at the face of her mother; her dear, sweet mother, who unfortunately, had died last year in a car crash.

Rose sniffed, wiping the tears in her eyes away, as she placed the photos in the thin draw of her vanity, before shutting it carefully.

Her mother had died a year ago, and since Rose never knew her father, she had decided to go live with her Uncle Jerry. Though Rose had enjoyed staying with him, it was a bit too noisy for her, due to the fact that five other children lived there too and all of them were a few years younger than her. Despite how much she appreciated the fact her Uncle had let her live with him, it was a bit too loud and crazy for her, and so she had decided to move in with her Gran instead, who lived all the way in La Push, a small reservation located next to Forks, Washington.

Sighing quietly, Rose started to unpack her things, placing all her clothes and shoes in the wardrobe, her deodorant, perfume and skin cream's on the vanity, along with a small bag of makeup she rarely used, due to the fact she thought makeup was too fussy, and whenever she wore it she ended up smudging it. Finally, she placed her laptop on the end table on the right side of her bed, next to a small, bright, white lamp.
Rose smiled to herself, before walking over to the window, peeking out of the white blinds and white, transparent curtains. The house, much to her delight, was right next to the forest. She had always loved the outdoors, even as a child.

Stepping away from the window, Rose headed back to her bed and plopped down on the white sheets, grabbing the fluffy, white teddy her Grandpa had given her before he died.
She stared up at the ceiling, smiling lightly as she realised how at peace she felt. She could tell she was going to enjoy living with her Gran.

The next morning Rose found herself strolling barefoot along La Push beach, smiling as the sea danced up the sand and seeped under her feet. It was quite sunny today, though according to Rose's Gran it was likely to start raining again tomorrow. Rose didn't mind the rain too much, though sometimes she did prefer the sun.

She was dreading tomorrow, as it would her first day at La Push High, and to be completely honest. Rose hated school. She hated it with a passion, due to the fact that at her last school she had been bullied mercilessly, and there was a chance she could be bullied at her new school too.

Sighing she glanced up at the sun, squinting slightly as the heat danced across her face, making her feel calm and relaxed for a moment or two, before her mind immediately drifted back to the fact it would be her first day tomorrow. She couldn't help but feel panicky.

Rose glanced one more time at the sun, before turning round and heading back up the beach, deciding that it was time for her to head back home. She didn't really like leaving her Gran in on her own; she worried about her a great deal. Her Grandma wasn't as healthy as she used to be, and often needed help around the house.

As Rose neared the top of the beach, the sound of people talking reached her ears, and looking over her shoulder she spotted a group of boys. All of them were rather tall and muscular, and none of them were wearing shirts, causing Rose to blush lightly. She felt very uncomfortable right now, maybe even a little embarrassed, especially when one of the boys glanced up and caught her looking at them curiously.

Rose instantly looked away, and instead continued to head up the beach, towards her Grandma's house, this time walking a little faster. She didn't really want to get caught up in a conversation with shirtless guys, it would be awkward for her, she wasn't used to talking to boys, never mind shirtless boys.

"Oi! Shortie!"

Rose blushed as she heard one of them calling to her, but determinedly continued on her way to her house. There was no way she was turning round and walking all the way over to them.
Sighing, Rose broke into a run, frowning lightly as she heard the same guy calling her. What did he want? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Couldn't he see that she didn't want to talk to him? Or any of his shirtless friends?

As she neared the house, her frown started to fade away, and a look of relief replaced it until-
WHAM!
"Owwwww," Rose moaned in pain as she suddenly found herself lying on her stomach, with something extremely heavy on her top of her. She felt like she'd just be run over by a bus or something.

She felt a pair of hot hands roll her over, and her eyes widened as she came face to face with a boy. In fact it was the same boy who had been calling to her. She blushed bright red as he continued to sit astride her waist, a large, cocky smirk on his face.

(A/N) Sooooooooo, what did you guys think? :P Was it good or bad? Was there any grammar/spelling mistakes? How can I improve my writing? Please, please, please, please review! Thanks for reading! ;)