PLEASE READ - So I just kind of had a weird mood to write. I'm not even sure if this is good? So, please read it and tell me if you like it or not and if I should continue or not. :) Thanks, friends! I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

Rain made me feel good. It washed away all the sadness and loneliness I was feeling. Well, at least for a little while. It was currently raining at my new home. It rained all the time, which was one of the only things I liked about La Push, Washington. I came to live here with my mom after my dad died. I used to live in Michigan, and I loved it there. I had the best friends that anyone could ask for and my dad was always there for me, that is until he had the heart attack.

*Flashback*

I came home from school earlier than usual; I wanted to rush home to see my dad before he went to Illinois for the weekend for a business trip. As I pulled up to my small house, my heart stopped in my chest. There was an ambulance. Flashing lights, ringing sirens, and everything. I jumped out of my car I had just gotten a few weeks ago for my sixteenth birthday and didn't even bother closing the door behind me. I ran up to a shaking Mrs. Anderson, our elderly next door neighbor, and managed to stutter out "What's going on?"

"A-Annie! Your Father! I came over to borrow a cup of sugar, a-a-and he collapsed! I-I called 9-1-1, and they got here, but I don't know what happened!" She sobbed out, she was shaking incredibly hard and tears were streaming down her face. Mrs. Anderson had always been one to over- react, but this time I could tell the situation called for an intense reaction. I ran to the nearest paramedic, and opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out as I saw my dad, out cold, being carried to the ambulance in a stretcher.

"Is that your father?" The young paramedic asked, sympathy seeping from his voice. I managed to nod. "I'm so sorry, but it seems as though he's had a heart attack, we don't think he's going to make it."

*1 hour later*

That was it. Time of death: 3:24 PM. My life was over. I sobbed. No matter how hard I tried, my tears would not stop falling. He had always been my best friend. He was the best dad in the world. And now, he was gone forever.

*Back to present time*

I shuttered at the memory.

And here I am, only four short days later, at my only other blood relative's house. My half-brother Embry and his mom had kindly offered to take me in. You see, my dad and Embry's mom had him when they were only nineteen. My dad didn't run, they just mutually decided not to get married. He paid for child support and everything. Then, my dad got married and he and my mom had me. When I was six years old, my mom decided to bail, leaving just me and good, old dad. Now that you're up to date on everything that's happened in my life, you should probably know who I am. The name is Annie Grace Monroe and I am sixteen years old. I had long, wavy brown hair, pale skin, and green eyes. In other word, I looked nothing like my half brother and Tracy, his mom. They were both Native American, so they had dark, tanned skin, black hair, and deep, brown eyes. Basically everyone in La Push had these characteristics, so I stood out like a sore thumb. I was currently sitting in my new room by my new desk watching the rain pour onto the lush, green forest that we lived by, or in, I should say, seeing as the whole town was covered in tall trees. I heard a knock on my door. I wiped away the tears that were resting on my cheeks, took a breath and said, "Come in!"

Embry walked in with a tray of Kraft Mac n' Cheese, a fruit roll up, and a glass of water. He sheepishly approached where I was sitting on the floor and sat down next to me.

"I made you some Mac n' Cheese," he said, smiling. I didn't know Embry very well, I had only arrived in La Push yesterday, late at night.

"Thanks, Embry," I managed to give him a small smile back. I took the tray from Embry and took a small bite of the food. Truth be told, I had no appetite, but I didn't want to make him feel bad.

"Listen, I know you've been hearing this a lot lately," Embry began, looking down at his hands. "But, I'm here for you, if you ever, you know, what to talk it." He then lifted his head up and looked into my eyes, and that did it. Tears began to stream out of my eyes, again. Embry was obviously taken aback by my sudden change in mood, but nevertheless, he put his arm around my shoulders and stroked my arm.

"It's okay, sis," He said in a calming voice, "I'm here, it's okay."

"It's not okay!" I said back, not in an angry way, I was just stating the truth.

"Yeah, your right it's not," He said back as he wiped the tear that were streaming down my face. "It probably sucks, but you know what? I'm going to help make it better. I'll do all I can."

I hiccupped, set the tray of food on the floor, and hugged him. He hugged back, and I couldn't help but notice that his skin was extremely hot. I pulled out of the hug and he gave me a small smile.

"You know, if you feel up to it, there's going to be a bonfire down at the beach tonight at around eight, and you can meet all my friends," He said, his voice hopeful.

I looked at the clock that read 6:30, looked back at Embry and nodded. His face lit up.

"Great! I know that everyone will just love you!"

A/N - Sooo? Good? Bad? Let me know!