This is my second fanfic so far. I really really hope you like it and would love to get reviews; good and bad are very well accepted!!

I also may start to babble at times before my stories but heyy yeah. Haha.

This chapter is inspired by the full moon that occurred last night, it was . . . kinda creepy as it was like the movies where the clouds would cover it up and then suddenly bam! The moons brilliant light would fill your room blinding you at midnight!

So umm yeah enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. (But I do now!! Haha! Steals Twilight. Runs. Gets caught by cops, darn. Fine I don't own Twilight!)

Taylor

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Chapter 1: What does a full moon mean?

I watched as the misty grey clouds revealed the bright full moon slowly, its brilliant light flashing like a beacon. An omen? A sign? I didn't know but the deep, knotted feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that it definitely meant something. I little too coincidently I heard the howls of wolves. It was distinctive, beautiful yet mysterious in the eerie night. It echoed in my head over and over again. I lay staring up through my velux window with the blinds still open. My room was dark but clear enough to see the unpacked boxes covering the dirty blue carpet. My dark chocolate brown hair spilled around my shoulders and my tired brown eyes were still open in the late night. Tomorrow was a big day, my first day at Forks High School, and the day that I couldn't afford to mess up. First impressions are everything. I wasn't worried though, I didn't think so anyway. Soon enough my eye lids became too heavy to hold up anymore

I woke up to find smoky grey clouds hovering. As my eyes opened I remembered that today happened to be my first day of High School. I felt the little black butterflies swirl around the pits of my stomach. I bit my lip and hauled my body out of the warm safety of my bed. I sat in front of the old mirror with spirals coming from the corners. I looked at the pale face staring back at me, seemed I would fit right in here. My eyes looked lifeless, dead. I wasn't bothered with make-up and quickly ran a hairbrush through my matted hair.

I pulled on some old faded jeans and a purple patterned top. I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

"Hi" said my dad smiling, "The ce-"

"Yeah, I know" I said cutting him off. I had heard his thoughts. "The cereals in the top left corner cupboard."

Dad just sighed and shook his head. We tried to keep conversations alive but I couldn't help just hearing what people thought. I grabbed the cereal desperate for some food and ate, quickly. I was excited and nervous and petrified all at the same time. I didn't even think that was possible.

I stood up ready to leave smiling. I turned to kiss my dad on the cheek but I stopped when I saw his worried expression.

"Dad" I sighed.

"No. No, don't dad me. I just . . . honey, look . . ."

I looked down and chewed at my lip, Dad hated talking about this.

"I promise Dad. I wo-" I could hear his thoughts frantic with worry, it was hurting my head with so much anxiety.

"Dad stop worrying! You're hurting my head. I promise I wont give anything away." I told him. "Not this time anyway" I murmured too low for him to hear.

"I know you wont. I just don't want you to get hurt. I-"

"Dad I will be fine" and with that I kissed him on the cheek and shut the door behind me.

I got into my old car and drove to the school. Everything was new and exciting.

As I pulled into the schools parking lot, I began to worry. I scanned the parking lot to see no empty spaces. I was going to be late. I was going to make a really bad first impression. No one would want to be friends with me! I had to hold the steering wheel tighter as my hands began to shake. My heart pounded faster and faster, each of its anxious beats echoed in my mind.

We should just park over here; there are no more spaces.

I heard someone's thoughts. I looked around for this person but it was fairly obvious where to find them, as their car was the only other car in the parking lot. I quickly made a turn and began to follow them. They were driving a shiny silver Volvo. There was two of them Edward, one was called, and . . . that was all I could make out.

I found a parking space underneath a withered Oak tree. I took in a deep breath and had a little pep talk with myself.

You can do this. It will be ok. Just go in. Smile. Be happy. Polite. Make a good first impression. Come on Grace! It will be ok.

Oh yeah. I can't believe I missed that out!! I'm Grace. Grace Sissen. I'm funny, I think, and I mostly get on with people but I'm very independent. I am an only child, just living with my dad. My mum, well my mum left me, left us, my dad and I. I prefer not to think about her. You see she left when I was thirteen. A difficult age, an age where any teenager needs her mum the most. I couldn't have pep talks about growing up. I couldn't talk to my mum about boys. I just missed her. You notice I said missed her, not anymore, I don't want to miss someone who left me. No.

You are also probably wondering about my power. Well it started when I was about seven. I remember, one day I was talking to my friend, Faye. We sat in the quiet playground when I heard Faye speak, well actually she thought, but I didn't know that.

I really miss Gran. I can't believe she died. Mum's so upset.

Of course I didn't know that she had thought that.

"Oh no Faye. I'm so sorry." I said in sympathy.

"What? Sorry, why are you sorry?"

"About your Gran. I'm sorry she died"

"What?" she exclaimed, "How do know about that?"

I looked at her in pure confusion. "You just said it to me"

"No I didn't! I was thinking it!"

All I could do was stare at her, her thoughts? Did I just read her mind? Faye's voice broke my train of thought.

"What are you?" she spat before walking off. I didn't know what I was and her words hurt so much. She never spoke to me again. Thankfully she didn't tell anyone what had happened that break.

I snapped out of my little flash back and remembered what I was doing. School. I looked at the little shiny Volvo that I followed but it was empty. Who ever it belonged to had helped me survive my very first obstacle of school. I got out of my old car and headed towards the reception.

I took in everything around me, the stone pathway and the dark bushes that lined it. The reception was small, warm and bright, welcoming. It was very cluttered with leaflets sprawled across desks. I noticed a newspaper lying around from sometime last year. I walked up to a man with large, chunky black glasses and a thinning hairline.

"I'm Grace." I informed the man. He just looked at me and nodded slowly and confused.

"Grace Sissen. I'm new here. This is my first day"

"Oh yes. I know. You're here for your timetable?"

I mentally laughed at this guy. He was kind of hopeless. "Yes, my timetable"

He rummaged through a pile of papers and handed me my timetable that was dog-eared and crumpled at the edges. I looked at it, then the man and then the paper again. He just smiled apologetically. I turned on my heels and headed to English, my very first lesson. I stopped just outside the small classroom and hung up my coat on a rail. I took a deep breath and stepped into the classroom. I looked at the teacher, Mr Mason he was called. He was busy writing today's tasks on the white board and didn't notice me. I coughed and he turned, saw me and stumbled backwards. My face flushed a deep crimson colour as the class sniggered. I just quickly handed him the slip, waited for him to take in my name and walked to an empty seat. I sat at the back of the room.

Who is she?

What's she doing here?

Not another newbie!

Not bad.

I heard the students think. I chewed at my lip and realised that I was in top set, I was always good at English. I scanned the reading list. It wasn't too difficult and many I had read before. Soon before I knew it, it was lunch. I had survived my first few lessons and said hi to a few people.

At lunch I sat down with a sweet girl called Angela. Angela Weber I think her name is. She is tall for her age and has light brown hair. She was nice and just let me get on with reading a book. She mentioned that she had a friend called Jessica but I should watch out for her as she gossips, a lot. She wasn't in today though which Angela said was an advantage for me. One obstacle I could avoid.

It was nearing the end of the day and I was happy with the progress I had made. I did a few little meets and greet kind of things, say hello, say where I was from ECT. Of course my accent was a topic of discussion, my British accent. It was funny with the compliments t hat I got about it; to me it is just how I speak but obviously more to the Americans.

I heard the bell ring and I sighed. Finally, the end of a long day. I wrapped my arms around myself as a cold breeze prickled my cheeks and pulled my hair from my face. I made my way back to my car and opened the door and threw my bag onto the passenger seat. I spun around and then something caught my eye, something exceptional, and something of pure beauty.

It felt like I had forgotten to breathe. This, this creature stood before me was an angel, too good to be true. He had chalky pale skin, deep topaz eyes and untidy, wind swept bronze hair. It was too much to take in. I smirked; why not find out more about this boy. I tried to search his mind. I searing pain swept my mind, I chewed my lip trying not to scream, and it was like someone was tearing through my mind. Flickers of bright light flashed before my eyes, blues, red, black, yellow, and topaz. It burnt my eyes, I tried to close them but they wouldn't. I was stuck, I couldn't move, my body was paralyzed with my feet clued to the ground. The icy rain ate at my skin. Images and words flashed on and off like a broken light switch. I saw his face fill with pain. What was happening to me? To him? His eyebrows furrowed and he stared at me. Something was happening. I couldn't hold it anymore. My body was weak. I felt dizzy, like I was going to throw up. My head throbbed and my heart pounded. Screams echoed in my mind. It didn't take me long to realise that one of those screams was mine.

I took one last look at the broken angel.

I blacked out.

Ooohh! Gasp! I really hope you like it! I'm quite proud with it myself actually.

Please please please read & review. Anything is appreciated!!

Taylor

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