Hey! This is my first fanfic so don't be to harsh,

This is an imprint story because I love them, and plus I think Paul's awesome.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns twilight I don't but I do own my characters also I don't own some on the quotes I put in my story (stories).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

"Girls we're here!" my mom chirped from the front seat beside my dad.

Welcome to La push! I thought dryly. It's not that I cared about moving, I really didn't I can make friends anywhere we go, it's the fact that my mom, Jane thought New York was a bad influence on me. Honestly, is she serious! We've lived in New York since I was twelve she could have found that out earlier, but whatever. La push is a small town where the Quileute's native American tribe are from which is really interesting, to be serious La push seemed cool, it was small and cosy you got the feeling it was a strong community and everyone knew everyone. I didn't even mind the rain or the green to be honest.

I turned off my ipod and looked out the window; we had pulled into a large but cosy blue house with white shutters and a white door. The front garden was nice with bright green grass and roses under the windows. There was a garage that could fit two cars with a drive. The whole house was surrounded by a forest practically the whole town was. I loved it, I always loved nature, I loved the smell, the sound and of course the wonderful sight.

"God, why is it so green!" I heard my older sister sigh.

I'm Silver Ashford, I'm 17 my mom is American and my dad is French. I have an older half-sister called Brooklyn Ashford who is 20; we have the same dad but different moms. Her mom left her and our dad, Robert, when she was only 1 and our dad met my mom, in France when Brooklyn was 2 and they got married and had me by the time she was 3.

Everyone says I look like the girl on the poster from 'Memories of a Geisha' except I have electric blue eyes. We have moved to La push because my dad wanted to open his own record shop and my mom got a new job in Forks at the hospital, they decided on La push because 'it was a nice environment'. I would be starting senior year at La push tomorrow and Brooklyn would be starting college in Seattle, I thought she should have got her own apartment in Seattle but she didn't want to. We had lived in France since I was born and moved too New York when I was 12.

I got out the car and went to the back; I only had 2 suitcases because my mom came last week to fix everything up. I took my suitcases and followed my dad up the porch steps and through the door. It was nice and open; I had saw lots of pictures before we moved and didn't need a grand tour. I walked up the stairs with my suitcases in tow, passing all the family photos.

I stopped at the door that had my name in elegant script with a colourful background; it was only a little square which made it cute. I opened the door and walked into my new room, it was large with lime green and bright pink walls. There was a four posted white bed with a multi-coloured bed spread and pillows. There were double doors for my walk-in-closet and a door for my bathroom. There was a window seat and a white desk in the corner; it had my lime green laptop and my docking station. All in all the room was perfect.

I hung up pictures of France, New York, London and my friends, when I was hanging them up they made me laugh but cry at the same time. I also hung up posters of my favourite bands Paramore, Metro Station, Foo Fighters, The White Strips ext. I walked into my bathroom which was same as my bedroom with lots of colour; I set my toiletries on the counter and walked out and into my walk in closet. I was half way through organizing my closet when there was a timid knock at the door.

"Come in!" I called popping my head around the door of my closet, I watched as Brooklyn walked in looking extremely nervous.

Brooklyn has dirty blond hair, a round face with skin a little tanner than mine but not much, soft features and big round muddy green eyes. She used to be a geek with a skin problem but has grown out of it. Her mom was from Brooklyn and wanted her daughter to have a piece of her before she left her life for good, Brooklyn's mom was never talked about and I was the closet person to Brooklyn.

"Hey," she said quietly looking at her shoes as if they were the most interesting things in the world when let me tell you they were pretty darn ugly.

"What's up!" I sang trying to make her less nervous and more relaxed.

"Um…I wanted to tell you something that I know, Jane and dad are going to start hounding you about…your career choice," she told me sincerely. I already knew about the stupid family tradition.

Everyone in my moms family is either a lawyer or a doctor and if you weren't they would be extremely disappointed in you. My mom is a doctor and to be perfectly honest I'd rather them be disappointed in me than coming home every night complaining about how much I hated my job, I wanted to love my job not despise it.

"I know Lyn, its fine really I'm not giving up on my dream to be a music teacher, and you should know that!" I replied with a grin using my usual hyper voice. I danced back into my closet placing my hats in a line.

"You do?" she asked sounding relieved, with a small smile on her face and a raised eyebrow.

"Of course, but it's not going to happen I hate the idea of being a doctor, I can't stand the sight of blood. As for being a lawyer…that's just to darn boring for me!" I said happily standing back to admire my handy work. "Hey what do you think about this for tomorrow?" I asked showing her my outfit for my first day of school.

The outfit contained a pair of checkerboard print skinny jeans, a yellow and white striped t-shirt that had a print of a face on it, a pair of yellow converse and a checkerboard print hat.

"You do realize your going to turn some heads tomorrow, right?" she asked with an uncertain look on her face making me sigh. "Plus the amount of gossip you're going to cause." She sighed looking at my outfit in confusion.

"Brooklyn, people will always talk about you, you might as well give them something to talk about!" I replied brightly not letting her comment hurt me.

"Don't you care about what they say about you, at all?" she asked with disbelieve covering her tone.

"Not really, look it's better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who your not!" I argued trying to contain my anger.

"You know what, fine. I think it looks awesome and you will look amazing in just about everything anyway, but that in mind I wouldn't wear it." She defended herself, showing her hands up in defence.

"That's because you're boring and we're complete opposites," I said placing my outfit on my big pink leather chair.

Brooklyn left and I continued unpacking, feeling even more excited for tomorrow. I wasn't at all worried about how people would react to me because honestly I couldn't give a damn. I quickly took a shower using my favourite strawberry shampoo and body wash, going through my usual routine before pulling on a pair of black boy shorts and a bright red tank top. I tried my hair before jumping into my cosy, warm bed.

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I awoke to the sound of 'shake it by metro station' blaring somewhere in the house no doubt from Brooklyn's room. With a groan I rolled over and slowly sat up rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I stood up and made my way over to my wardrobe. I pulled on my outfit I had picked out yesterday and added a junk bracelet.

I made my way to my bathroom and went through the usual routine. I straightened my hair into my usual look before placing my hat on my hat, slanting it to the side just a bit. I also added eyeliner to make my eyes really pop and mascara. Once I was finished I grabbed my Paramore riot backpack and ran downstairs.

Brooklyn was sitting at the table when I walked in reading the paper, sometimes she can be really boring. I don't think I've ever saw her do something extraordinary or at least different. I mean I'm three years younger than her and I've already got a tattoo.

"Where's mom and dad?" I asked grabbed an apple and biting into it.

"Work, oh and I have to take you to school and we better go now or you missy are going to be late!" she replied trying to sound enthusiastic, I rolled my eyes at her poor attempt and grabbed my bag before walking to the car.

It was a simple red small car, honestly I can't tell you what it is basically it's a car and that is all I need to know. It drives, it gets us places and it smells nice, what more could you want. I put my earphones in and pressed play on my ipod before climbing into the passenger seat. We drove to school in silence, Brook was probably worrying about starting college and I was letting her have her space. As we pulled up outside of the school, I pressed pause and looked over at Brook.

"Well Silv looks like your destiny a waits, are you going to face it head on or cower away in the shadows?" Brook asked in an extremely geeky voice.

I looked at her for 10 seconds before bursting out laughing. "God Brook, you're such a geek…" I giggled and patted her hand. "But you're an awesome one!" I laughed grabbing my bag and getting out of the car.

"You should be glad I love you or I would have kicked your ass!" she called with a laugh.

"Yeah, totally, 'cause your just the brave type of geek!" I replied sarcastically, trying to keep back the large grin that was threatening to show.

"Whatever I'll pick you up after school, now be a good girl no fights!" she called as she drove off, not waiting for my goodbye.

I turned around and looked at my surrounding; La push high was virtually a collection of small red buildings. It was completely dull to my displeasure, everyone was staring which I really tried to ignore but I was so different they all had lovely russet skin when mine looked like a piece of paper, oh well.

I started to walk towards the office and noticed a group of six guys and a girl staring at me funny, I decided to ignore everyone. I placed my ipod in the front pocket of my bag and made my way to the office. I ignored a slutty looking girl that was making her way up to me and continued on my way to the office.

I walked into the office to find it was surprisingly warm, it normally don't realize the cold whether because I seem to always been freezing no matter what but I could feel the blast of warmth in the room. The walls were a warm honey colour with pictures hanging on them. There were uncomfortable looking green waiting chairs with a wooden coffee table that had educational magazines. There was also a desk in the corner close to the door.

At the old mahogany desk sat a women with long fake bleach blond hair, brown eyes framed with thick librarian glasses, she looked to be in her late forties because I could see wrinkles on her russet skin.

"Hey, I'm Silver Ashford. I'm new here!" I replied brightly with a grin, watching as she faked a smile my way, looking through a stack of paper work.

She found what she needed and thrust it into my hands. "That's your schedule, a map of the school and a piece of paper you have to get signed by all your teachers, have a nice day." She explained in a bored tone, but that made her spiteful voice worse and looking down at her horrible bright tacky green nails that clashed with her hair.

"Thanks, I feel so welcomed." I replied sarcastically giving her one final glare before walking out of the office but not before hearing her scoff.

I'm terrible at reading maps, no matter how hard I try; I always seem to get lost and pretty easily for that matter. I was to busy trying to read map I didn't realize where I was going and walked into something that was as hard as a rock. I stumbled backwards, and my beloved map, schedule and slip thingy fell out of my hands.

"I'm so sorry I-" I tried to apologies but the guy rudely interrupted.

"Watch it!" he barked turning around to face me, I noticed his voice was husky and deep.

He suddenly gasped and stared at me. He was super hot; he had dark chocolate short hair, brown eyes that looked nearly black, perfect face with great features. His body was to die for, he had a well defined 6 pack and huge biceps. As my gaze travelled up his body I noticed he was a giant. He must have been 6'6" and compared to my 5'8" he was massive.

"I said sorry, what more do you want me to do serenade you? And you should be apologising to me, didn't your mom teach you any manners?" I snapped at him once I got over my shock.

"What? Yeah, I mean she did…um…I'm sorry I didn't…well…I didn't know it was you…um I'm Paul." Paul stuttered nervously which I found super cute.

"Well…I'm Silver!" I replied vibrantly bending down to pick up my schedule, map and slip for the stupid teachers.

"So, are you knew here?" he asked stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I just moved here from New York," I told him looking at my schedule to find I had English first.

"Oh, you sound French or I'm I just imagining it?" he teased with a smirk.

"I lived in France from when I was born till I was twelve. You know Paul, I would love to stay and chat but I have to get to class, it was nice meeting you!" I said starting to walk to class.

"Yeah me too, um…do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?" he asked hopefully.

"I'd love too!" I said a bit to quickly but played it off with a grin.

"Great, well I'll see you at lunch." Paul said enthusiastic, before looking reluctant to leave.

I waved and made my way to my English class. After 10 minutes I found it and realise it was just across from the office. I opened the door, causing all eyes to land on me as I stood awkwardly at the door way. I smiled apologetically and tried to explain.

"Hi I'm Silver Ashford, I'm new here and I really can't read a map and got lost, that's why I'm really late." I apologised as the teacher stared before pointing to a seat at the back and continuing with the lesson.

I took my seat next to a boy with brown greasy hair, brown eyes with glasses and his russet skin had a skin problem. He didn't take any notice I was sitting there which was rude in my opinion but I didn't want to bother him he looked happy listening to the teacher ramble on. I didn't bother paying attention because I'd already done what they were doing, even though this was AP English. I noticed a lot of the girls were glaring at me and most of the guys were staring talk about manners. As soon as the bell rung I grabbed my bag and bolted it out of the door.

The rest of the day went by quickly, I met some nice people and some bitches. I met some people who were really nice and friendly they were Kim, Jacob, Embry and a girl called Jenny. After AP art and design I walked to lunch, I was walking with Kim and met her boyfriend Jared who I noticed was taller than Paul. That was the weird thing even though I had just met Paul I couldn't get him out of my head.

As soon as we walked in the cafeteria every head turned in our direction. I noticed Kim hated the attention and tried to hide behind her hair before pointing out where she was sitting before running like her butt was on fire, I couldn't help but laugh as I walked to the lunch line. I looked over the food in pure disgust, how the heck they ate this stuff I don't know! I swear I saw the pile of grey mush move and plus it had hair! I had to stop myself from gagging; I quickly picked up an apple and a bottle of water before paying and walking away from the moving mush.

I was just about at Kim's table where Paul sat; I found out that earlier when she invited me, when an orange explosion popped up right in front of my eyes. She had fake bleach blonde hair, orange skin, brown eyes and her outfit was in one word, slutty. She had on a bright pink mini skirt that parley covered her private parts and a tank top that reached just above her stomach.

"Wow, I love your skin where did you get it done at?" I asked with fake awe.

"Oh this is all real," she said stroking her face with awe, her voice made me want to run away and high it was that annoyingly high pitch.

"Sure it is, you dad just happened to do it with a cheesy dorito," I said sarcastically hearing everyone else try to stop from bursting out laughing.

"How dare you, you know what you're just a…a…slut! Yeah you're a slut!" she exclaimed making me smirk, nobody calls me a slut and gets away with it.

"Well, that maybe true but you're a slut as well. Except the difference is I'm actually wanted and you're just what's left. Now if you excuse me, I'm not a really big fan of orange blobs see ya!" I replied in my normal hyper voice before dancing my way over to Paul's table.

I took a seat next to Paul and across from Kim. I was introduced to Quil and Seth, I already knew Jared, Paul of course, Kim, Jacob and Embry. They all laughed at my little episode with Hannah, the orange blob, who was known to be Paul's stalker which I found hilarious.

"So Silver, who did you move with and why?" Seth asked leaning forward like it was story time, I giggled at his eagerness.

"Well my mom works as a doctor at Forks hospital, my dad owns his own record shop and my older sister go's to college in Seattle but didn't want to stay away from home so she still lives with us." I replied leaning back a little in my chair.

The rest continued as a 'get to know Silver day' and the more we talked the more I liked them especially Paul. When the bell went I was invited to sit with them tomorrow as well and for the rest of the year, Paul also asked for my number, which I gave willingly before running to my next class.

The rest of the day past by in a flash, honestly school here is so boring I already know everything they're teaching the only interesting subject was music but that's only 'cause it's my favourite. I was waiting at the gate for Brooklyn, I was getting really pissed off she was already 10 minutes late and it looked like it was going to rain. I pulled my phone out and flipped through my contact list looking for her name, once I found it I pressed call and waited.

"Hello?" she sounded irritated but why should she, I'm the one standing in the rain. Yeah it's raining and I don't have a freaking coat, I look like a wet dog.

"Where are you?" I all but screamed at her, trying to control my anger.

"Oh crap Silv, I needed to go to the library and I must have lost track of time-" she ranted but I cut her off.

"I don't care Brook, where are you 'cause I'm standing in the rain looking like a wet dog." I replied calmly with only a hint of venom in my voice, I'm quite pleased I haven't told her I'm going to kill her, yet.

"I'm still in Seattle, Silv but I met-" Brook has a habit to ramble on and on, sometimes even about a totally different subject all together.

"I really don't want to hear it right now, tell me later Bye Brook!" I sighed before ending the phone call and stiffing it into my pocket.

I started to walk in the direction I hope our house is in, if not I'm screwed. I was absolutely freezing and probably looked like crap but I don't really care at the moment to be honest. I heard a car coming up to pass me, when it stopped; I turned to see a sleek black jeep with the window rolled down.

"Need a ride?"

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Hope everyone enjoyed!

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Morgan, x