Hi everybody!
This is my second attempt at a fic... I hope this one will get better feedback. Keep in mind that I started this story before Breaking Dawn was released so a few things might be a little different.
Enjoy!

Naomi xxx

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Introduction

'I'm going to miss you so much, Skye.' my best friend, Storm said sadly

'I'm going to miss you too. I'll e-mail you every day.' I answered him, giving him a big hug goodbye. He hugged me back.

'You'd better' he demanded.

I smiled and nodded, taking one last look at him. His short, spiky blonde hair was shining in the sunlight, and his green eyes were filled with sorrow. I felt so guilty leaving him like this. What if I never see him again? Ugh, I didn't want to think about that too much.

A cool woman's voice sounded through the airport, instructing me to board the plane to America.

I hugged Storm again, not wanting to let go. He regretfully pulled away, and gave me one last of his award-winning smiles.

'Bye Storm! Go online as soon as you get home... I'll be waiting.' I smiled, and waved at him, before I took off down the corridor leading outside to board the plane.

Hello! My name is Skye Hansen, and I'm an Australian. I decided to become an exchange student, and move to America. I'd wanted this ever since I was eleven, and I was now seventeen. Every day I had dreamed of going overseas, to a different country, and meet new people with different accents, and experience strange new lifestyles. Despite the fact that I was going to miss Storm with all of my heart, I was immensely excited about moving.

No, Storm is not my boyfriend. He is my best friend. My only friend. We met in kindergarten; he had run to help me when I fell over the slippery-dip. I was thrilled; everybody would always stay away from me because I was different.

They still do.

I'm not really your average Australian girl. Most of us try to be American by walking around and wearing skimpy outfits like short skirts and low-cut shirts. Not to mention a truckload of makeup that would make you assume the form of an Oompa Loompa. I am definitely not one of those girls. I kept my skirts to a reasonable length; in fact I barely wore skirts at all. I preferred shorts.

Unfortunately, I was the only one of my kind in South Australia. As far as I knew. But I didn't care... I loved the way I was. My life was about having fun and enjoying myself. Not to mention my weird sense of humour.

Anyway, back to Storm... he thought my personality was unique. He would always talk to me, and joke around with me, and even do some of the girls stuff I like doing with me. He was a legend, Storm was. It was too bad I was leaving him behind in Australia, with all the try-hard girls. Maybe he should join me in America...

When my step-mother Lola took me to make arrangements about me moving, I decided to move to a little town named Forks, in Washington. It sounded like a friendly little place, and it didn't have many people populating it. I didn't want to move somewhere with tall buildings and lights... it'd make me feel sick. I liked small towns, with friendly neighbours and a small school. And that was in Fork's description. So I was sitting in a plane, on my way to Port Angeles, a slightly larger town near Forks.

There weren't many people on the plane. I didn't expect there to be any... it didn't sound like a very popular place. In fact, there was only five other people seated on the plane. There was a married couple sitting a few seats behind me, a group of two old people at the front, and a boy sitting on the seat next to me, separated by the aisle. No, he wasn't really a boy. He was really big (not fat), and his arms were very muscly. He had curly brown hair.

I had no idea why I was paying so much attention to that person. I hastily turned away and took out my laptop to see if Storm was online yet.

He was. He must have driven home pretty fast; I'd only been in the air for an hour.

Skye!, he wrote.

Hi Storm! Miss you already, I wrote back.

I miss you too. How's the flight going so far?

It's... peaceful. There's only five other people on the plane.

Five?! Are you sure you want to go to Forks? If there are only four people on the plane it mustn't be very popular.

I don't want it to be popular, Storm. I just want a small quiet town where, maybe, some people will talk to me.

If they don't talk to you they're morons.

Thanks Storm.

Are you allowed to go on cam on the plane?

Only one way to find out.

I turned my webcam on, which was connected to my laptop. I could feel the muscly guy's eyes on me. I pretended I didn't notice, and turned back to my laptop.

After I turned on the camera, Storm didn't say anything. He mustn't have thought of anything to say... as usual. Well I guess it was about time for one of my random outbursts to break the silence. As usual.

'Hey Storm.' I tried to get his attention aloud. My laptop had a microphone too.

Yeah?

'I am a fish!'

Oops I think I said that a bit too loud. Oh well.

I heard the boy next to me chuckle to himself. Normal people wouldn't have heard him laugh so low, but I wasn't really what you'd call normal.

I mean sure, my personality was different and I tend to be a little loud. But that wasn't really all that was different about me.

I had really good hearing. And I mean really good. I could hear somebody from across an oval, even if they were just whispering. It was an odd talent, but I didn't let it go to my head. I didn't eavesdrop ... well, on purpose anyway. Sometimes it's hard not to hear what people are saying.

But compared to my next difference, the freakish hearing is nothing.

I healed very quickly. I know that doesn't sound so great... but it is weird. Okay for example... if somebody stabbed me or shot me, I would heal within a few seconds and be back to normal. Once when I was fifteen, I broke my leg in three different places. I assume it was three different places because I heard three cracks. A few seconds after I fell and broke it, my leg started tingling rapidly and the pain vanished immediately. My bones had healed within seconds.

I could also heal other injuries apart from my own. I hadn't tried it on any humans, because it'd probably scare them to death, but I did use it on animals. I came across a bird with a broken wing once when I was about sixteen, and I decided to experiment. I held the bird in my arms calmly, and put my right hand over its wing. Concentrating hard, I managed to heal the bird's wing to perfection. It was weird, because as I healed it, there was a bright light coming from my palm, and it tingled just like my leg.

I had never shared any of this information about myself to anybody. Not even Storm. I doubted even he would take it lightly. Sometimes I felt completely alone, not being able to share my abilities with anybody. I had never met my parents; I'd lived with my foster parents for as long as I could remember. So I couldn't confide in my parents. But I mostly felt alone because I had no idea why I could do these things. There had to be a reason why I could... no normal human can do this sort of thing. I had Googled it, I had looked for books about it, but so far nothing had come up about what I could do or why I could do it. I guessed it would always remain a mystery.

Skye? You with me?

Woops I forgot I was still talking to Storm.

I continued to talk to him as the plane flew on, towards my new home.

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