Okay si its been along time since ive posted anything so if there are things you want to say about this then just do it 'cause its fine and i dont really care if you say this is a piece of shit and stuff like that. though you could give a pointer O.O that at least is nice so yeah. anyways i'll have the characters up somewhere on my profile sometime before the 21st... im not gonna be home so i will make sure its there.

Disclaimer: I DONT own twilight. if i DID then bella and edward wouldnt have any promblems that have a love triangle. so its good i DONT own twilight. but i DO own the characters not from the book.... except Hope....you will know why after you read.

Chapter One

I've never thought of death as the end of your living days. I counted it as the next gate of your life that has been opened for you. The gate of freedom

I sat down as my teacher clapped. The only times he clapped what either when he wanted us to shut up or to praise us. Neither made us like him anymore than we did the first week of school.

"VERY well read Miss. Dove." I rolled my eyes behind my brother's sweatshirt sleeve. I hate my last name. As I continued to think of all the reasons why our class did not take appeal to our English teacher he started to speak.

"SO good I think you should be in an IB class." I froze my breathing. WHAT??!!

An IB English class was too hard for a freshman. It's not like it's the end of the year. It's December. It's not like we've know there was a chance this could happen.

"B-but Mr. Casey Brianna isn't qualified to be in IB." I looked and saw Hope Winkle. Her long blond hair seemed to be bathed in starlight as Casey stuttered. His ears turning red.

The class was long as Hope flirted with our teacher, like she always did. By the end of the class I walked to my history class, eyes drooped as I sighed in agony at the class door. I took a breath and walked into the class.

Unlike all the other students in my grade, I had almost all upperclassman classes. Excluding history and English. One was a ninth grade leveled the other a tenth.

"Bri!!" I saw my history teacher giggle. She had her short black hair spiked nicely as she could. I nodded to her and went to take my seat next to the window. The weather outside was wet, and every foggy as a scent had blew past me. Chocolate and raspberries.

"Hello." A deep voice greeted, a chuckle coming after as I looked over to see a pair of black eyes. Forcing myself to look at the face of my greeter I saw the most beautiful face I've ever saw.

"H-hi." I stuttered, trying to look away as he chuckled.

"I'm Démon Cullen… it is nice to meet you…" I interrupted him. "Brianna." He nodded.

"Brianna…" He repeated mostly to himself to remember. As he did, he looked closely at my face and smirked.

"You look like a mini version of my sister." I gave a weird look at him at what he said. Démon must have realized what I was thinking because he lifted my wrist with my jelly bracelets on. Staring at them, he smirked.

"You don't play that game do you?" I blushed and rapidly shook my head. Démon nodded.

"Good."

At the looks of it, I could tell that this would be the coolest year ever.

It had been about a month since I met Démon and he was always staring at my hand, as if wanting to snap one off. Though I do not play the game, it is not like he can't anyway. He just won't get any. The last time I caught him staring, I confronted him.

"Why are you always staring at my wrist? If you want to snap one off then go ahead, just don't expect anything." I hissed. My hands clutched tightly as Démon just stared at me. As he stared, his body shook, as if something was enraging him.

"Démon what is wrong?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair as we stood in the parking lot, a car horn blowing and I turned my head to my right, seeing a car slid to me. There was no time to think as the car collided with my body, rolling on the top my back hit the glass, my eyes shifting. As my eyes shifted, I saw the clear window turn red, and then my vision darkened.

The last thing I heard was my name from Démon.

If anyone wants hope then just tell me since i dont really think if i own her that she will be untainted from the thoughts of people i just dont like so yeah just make up something on her. her name doesnt have to be hope either... :D that can be what she calls herself.

anyway there might be another chapter on one of my fictions today after this since me got no practice tomorrow.

gotta love it!

-Midnight.