Hello everyone. I'm quite new to this.

I have read a lot of fanfic lately and I figured I would give it a try.

I'm trying to work on another story as well on another site.

But it would never fit within this site.

So I'll be bouncing back and fourth between this story

and my other story.

Please bare with me while I take you into the life of Celeste.

Thank you for my beta leckadams for betaing this for me.

I own Celeste and the gang. Stephenie owns the rest.

What is in a name? What are they suppose to represent for each person? For instance, my name Celeste means Heavenly. And then you pair that with my last name, Chanson, which is French for voice. Heavenly voice. My parents must have had some sick humor. I'm pretty sure my voice wasn't so heavenly as soon as my bare newborn body was exposed to the cool air of the hospital room.

Feeling the wind against my hair, I rested my foot up against the dashboard of Trishie's Wrangler and leaned back against the worn leather seat.

We were cruising down the 101, on a beautiful July day, through Forks. It was a cute little town, but I would never think to move here. You never know what could be lurking in your backyard with all the trees and bushes acting as a perfect cover for animals big and small.

The sun was finally fighting its way through the blanket of gray clouds. Apparently it won the battle for the time being. It was a balmy 77 degrees out; a major difference between the usual 60-something degrees Washington is subjected to.

We were going on a much-needed break from normal, everyday life. I worked as a receptionist at a home furnishing store and attended Cornish College in Seattle for a degree in interior design.

Apparently Trishie's cousin, Mike, told her about a beach not too far away from his town of Forks and that he had gone there a few times with fellow classmates. The local Quileute tribe was supposed to be really friendly and some of the younger people may even sit around the campfire with us.

Great, just what we need, more uninvited guests tagging along on a 'girls weekend'. Trishie's boyfriend Phil decided to come with us as well as his friend Adrian. So now the Jeep's backseat is crowded with 2 more people. My friend's Reese and Chloe were pinned between the two lugs in their seats; Phil behind me and Adrian sitting behind Trishie's seat.

I flipped down my visor mirror to look at myself. Only, I wasn't really planning on looking at myself. I was been crushing on Adrian for about a year now. His eyes are the deepest of blue and his awesome dark brown 'fuck me' hair drove me insane. H was well built too and plays baseball at University of Washington

But apparently, on further inspection in the mirror, Adrian had eyes for Chloe. Of course he had eyes for her, why wouldn't he? She was strikingly beautiful with straight-layered daffodil blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Not to mention she's smart, witty, and fit as well. She was getting a degree on College Dance. Chloe doesn't notice him ogling her, she wa too busy reading 'The Last Child' by John Hart.

Sighing, I looked at myself in the mirror. The only thing I did like about myself was the fact that my eyes were a jade green. Other than that, I was just an average looking girl. I worked out whenever I could, finally have gotten rid of that little bit of baby fat on my tummy. It was rock hard now, but nothing grotesque. My hair, well, I did't know what's going on with it. I was golden brown, but it gets lighter during the summer and darkened a little during the winter and I was a cross between curly and wavy. My complexion isn't horrible. I wasn't pasty white like a lot of people who were actually born and raised here, but what I didn't like were the tiny freckles that litter my nose and the apples of my cheeks. I was not too much, but still. I felt dirty.

I flipped the visor back up and looked back out the window, finding us cruising through a tunnel of trees. If it weren't for the slight scent of salt water in the air, I would have assumed we were lost.

Ten minutes later, there was a break in the tunnel of trees with houses and little shops not too far off the interstate. Hanging from the shop windows were the usual décor you would see from a Native American village. We must have been getting close to the reservation.

Phil started 'whooping', causing me to turn around. "Yeah finally! Doll-face speed up, I'm too cramped up in the back!" He then started squirming around.

"Fuck Phil, stop moving. Chloe and I are the ones that are cramped sitting between you and Adrian." Reese sighed and rolled her eyes when Phil mocked her.

Trishie, keeping her eyes ahead scolded Phil. "Babe, stop being an ass. I'm not going to speed up. You never know what could pop out of these trees; be it human or animal, I'm not hitting it."

Not too far after the curve we saw the beach. Trishie parked her car in a dusty, unpaved parking spot. Dust billowing up towards the windows, getting sand in my eyes.

"Oh what the hell!" I cried out rubbing my eyes.

"Oh, what happened Celeste? Are you ok?" Trishie asked with a worried tone.

"Shit, just some stupid sand got into my eyes when you parked." My eyes were tearing up and I was still rubbing them because of the irritation.

Phil and Adrian opened their doors to get out and stretch, allowing the girls to escape as well.

Trishie pulled my chin towards her "Celeste, stop rubbing your eyes. You'll make them even more irritated than they are now. Grab a bottle of water and flush them out and…" Trishie went through her purse and grabed a hold of her emergency kit and opened it.

"…put a couple of Visine drops in your eyes to relieve the irritation." She handed me the bottle.

"Thanks. Fuck, it really hurts." I opened the car door and removed the cap of the water bottle. I started flushing out my eyes. Oh yes, I must look quite attractive. After doing so, I flipped the visor on my side down and opened the bottle of Visine. Damn, my eyes are red. I dropped two drops in each eye and blink a little. The irritation wasn't as strong as it was before.

Before getting out of the car completely, I grabbed my bag and threw my shades on.

"Ok, good. You're finally finished with the eye problem. Can we please start setting up on the beach?" Phil just really knew how to be an ass.

I just rolled my eyes and headed towards the trunk of Trishie's Jeep and started pulling things out; then Adrian came along to help followed by Phil.

We then made our way towards the beach with camping gear in tow and with my eyes looking like Christmas.

I'm not much of a nagger...and I H-A-T-E nagging...but reviews if you can? I know there isn't much to go by here, but I swear it'll eventually get better.