I do not own, or claim any right's to Twilight or any of it's characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just like to take them out of a box and play with them for a while.

Author's Notes: This is my very first fanfic, so hopefully it isn't too embarrassing.

The song for this chapter is Through Glass by Stonesour

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I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

Mornings... Ugh!

I hate this time of day. Morning. Whoever came up with the bright idea of school starting at the ass-crack of dawn should be shot in the balls. I am not a morning person. It's not exactly like I sleep or anything, cause I don't, but I would be so much more content to spend my time in the perpetual darkness of night. Truth be told, I can't sleep. Not that I try and just can't fall asleep, but that I physically can not sleep. This fact does not upset me though. I love the night. Darkness soothes me; Comforts me. I could be perfectly happy if the sun decided to never rise again. *sigh* If only...

I looked at the small clock hanging on my wall to see that it is 6:52 AM. 'Time to act all bright-eyed and bushy tailed' I thought sarcastically to myself. Yeah. Like that would EVER happen.

I had been standing at the window of my average-sized, very cluttered bedroom. I did this a lot. Something about the idea of staring at the world through a pane of glass just seemed fitting to me. With a loud groan of disgust I turned around to head towards the door. My bedroom was pretty basic, for the most part. Square and boring. I had painted the walls jet black and the trim a blood red, my two favorite colors. There is a large red sofa on the wall to the right of the door. Across the room from the sofa is a large LCD TV hanging on the wall above a small black 3-drawer dresser. Next to the door sits a long desk with a very complex computer setup. The computer has 2 large flat screen monitors and large speakers. Next to the window is a 8 tiered CD shelf overflowing with music CDs. The door to the bathroom is right next to the sofa. Anywhere that there would be space along the walls are messy stacks of books and spirals. The walls are plastered with all sorts of band posters and pictures. Anyone who walked into this room could tell the occupant had a passion for music, as the most organized thing in the entire room was the CD rack.

I snatched up the small backpack that was sitting next to the door. At this point there was nothing but an empty binder in it, but I knew that to be short lived. Today was our first day at a new school. My... family, for lack of a better word, had just moved to Forks, Washington a week ago. Forks was a drastic change from our previous residence in Dallas, Texas. I desperately missed Dallas. I was born and raised there, tho I don't recall much of it before 24 years ago. Dallas was entrancing to me. Due to the constant sunshine, my family was forced to live most of our days in the confines of our large, 3-story home. I reveled in my nightlife. Being the music aficionado that I was, I spent a lot of that time at concerts and clubs. My favorite club was called "The Church". It was a sight to behold. On Thursday and Sunday nights "The Lizard Lounge" was transformed into a dark, gothic masquerade. It was the only place I had ever not felt out of place. During the day time hours when I was trapped by 4 walls I typically immersed myself into my music and online gaming. The idea of millions of people sitting behind computer monitors pretending to be elves and orcs and having magical abilities for hours on end was highly amusing to me. It helped pass the time rather nicely.

Unlike Dallas, Forks was dreary and wet. Forks saw very little sunshine, which was the main reason for my family moving here. They all had grown tired of having to live in the shadows. I almost had a coronary when Myra sat us all down and told us of the decision to move. I didn't speak to any of them for days, not that it shocked them. I rarely wasted my time with their conversation, with the exception of Sebastian. He is the only one in this ensemble that I can stand to be around for more than 3 minutes without bile raising up into my throat. He was a bit disturbed by my withdrawal from him in those days, but I just could not bring myself to acknowledge even him. Forks is a small town. No, small is an understatement. Forks is a single pixel on a massive graphic compared to Dallas. Leave it to me to describe things as only a true computer nerd would. Most of the families in Forks had lived here for generations. The high school we were to be attending was minuscule. It would prove difficult to stay out of any limelight, of this I was positive. People would soon learn it better to ignore me than to be inquisitive about me though, so I paid it no mind.

With my backpack strapped to me, I trudged out of my room and to the large staircase. My room was the only bedroom on the third floor. The only other space there was a large, den-like area that held another large LCD TV and a massive pool table.

I started down the staircase when a loud, piercingly high and tooth-achingly sweet voice called out "Well, good morning sunshine. I see you are in fine spirits as usual."

Sasha. I shuddered at hearing her statement. I absolutely loathed Sasha. She is the epitome of everything that makes my insides want to come spewing out of my mouth. Sasha is bright, cheerful, and bubbly. Totally the hyper, cheerleader type. A polar opposite of myself. She loved to do anything that would crawl under my skin. Since her merely speaking succeeded in that type of feeling, I made every effort to stay as far from her as I could.

"Wow Sasha, it's not often for you to not have a dick shoved so far in your mouth that you have the ability to speak. Are you feeling ill?" I turned around and scowled at her.

Her eyes tightened as she met my gaze. "My my, someone seems awfully bitter. It isn't my fault that you are so socially challenged that not even the president of the chess club would touch you with a ten-foot pole." She smirked.

Before I could let my temper get the best of me, I simply flipped her off and turned back down the stairs again.

When I walked into the large living area, I saw Sebastian leaning against the wall next to the front door. He was always the first ready to go. His eyes were shut, arms crossed over his chest, and his head tilted and resting on the wall. At the sound of my rustling clothes, he picked his head up and opened his eyes. He looked at me and grinned.

"Good morning, Arshes."

I chuckled humorlessly. "Well, you got part of that statement right. It's morning, but what the hell is so good about it?"

His grin deepened. "It's good for me. You're speaking to me again." I smiled vaguely at him. "Let's not get all Brady Bunch and shit about it. Okay?" He let out a small laugh at that. "Alright then. You ready to get this over with?" He asked. No, I wasn't in the slightest, but there was no getting around it. Myra and Lawrence had profusely insisted on holding up pretenses in Forks, and all but told me I was going to act like a normal 16 year old teenage girl without complaint. I sighed reluctantly and nodded. "No time like the present."

We shuffled out the front door to the driveway. In it sat 2 cars, both extremely different from the other. There would normally be 4 cars parked side by side, but obviously Myra and Lawrence had already left. The car to the right was a brand new bright pink Volkswagon Beetle. It had little white hearts sporadically painted all over it. The leather interior was a blinding bright white. A small single fake daisy sat in the little flower holder on the front console. It was so chipper and girly. It made me want to wretch just looking at it. Even Sasha's car screamed valley girl.

The car to the left was another story. The contours of it screamed ferocious and fast. It was a fully restored 1967 Shelby Mustang GT 500. It's body was painted the darkest, shiniest black with 2 fat blood red racing stripes down the middle. The interior mirrored the body, with black seats and red stripes down them. There was a very sophisticated sound system installed in the dash, complete with a small LCD screen sitting above it. The license plate on both ends read "RAVEN" on them. I walked up to it slowly, running my fingertips gently along the side until they found the door handle. This was my holy grail. "Hello sweetness" I murmured to myself. I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. As I shut the door behind me, I slowly took a deep breath, tasting the scent of the car on my tongue. It was pure ecstasy.

"Shall I leave you two alone for a moment?" Sebastian was looking at me in amusement. I flashed my topaz eyes at him and gave him a wide, devious smirk.

"Get in the car, Jackass. We don't want to be late for our grand appearance in Hell now, do we?" He laughed and flopped into the passenger seat and closed the door easily. He knew better than to be too rough with my baby. I turned the key, and the beast roared to life with a menacing growl. I practically purred in delight at the sound. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I saw Sasha in my rear view mirror bouncing her way to the round pink nightmare. When she had just placed her hand to the handle to open it, I stomped on the gas pedal. My tires squealed as they spun, throwing mud and gravel all over Sasha and her pathetic excuse of transportation. As I was speeding off towards the main road, I could just barely see the rage in her eyes as she stood there, covered in sludge, screaming insults at my retreating tail end.

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