Chapter: 1- New Life
Rachel POV
Of course I'm back on the road again to a new annoying town. This time a place named after a piece of silver ware. I mean, Forks? You've got to be kidding me? I can't believe mom wants to move here? I know we've moved to a lot of strange places but this is probably at the tope of the list. Why did mom have become a fashion model? There is no fashion here as far as I can see.
"Honey, are you ok?" Mom asked.
"What?" I snapped out of my trance. I turned around to find my mom checking herself in her mirror while texting her manager.
"Are you okay?" She repeated. I glared at her.
"What do you think?" I asked with attitude. She sighed.
"Honey, we needed to move. It was too crazy in Madrid." I groaned, "Just grow up." She whined like six years old. The limo stopped in front of our new house.
"I'll grow up when you start to grow up." I snapped. I rushed out of the car before I could hear my mother's reaction. The driver got out of the car handed me my gold fish from the front seat. I walked into our new mansion. As always, it looked all shiny and new but smaller. Mom walked in with her eyes glued to her phone as always.
"Honey," She called before I could race up the stairs, "Maggie is coming to visit us this weekend." I shrugged and ran up the stairs to pick a room that would be mine. The movers were already rushing up and down the hallway with furniture. I picked a blue and purple room and sat on the floor with my goldfish, Marley.
Don't get me wrong. I love my sister Maggie but sometimes she takes up the center of attention. My mom loves her even though my mom got knocked up with her when she was fifteen. That's when my mom was normal. Before she became a famous super model. Then when she got knocked up with me, well, she just didn't love me like she loved Maggie because after I was born, she got a big glamorous job. She just handed me and my sister to strangers while she explored the world. She just couldn't handle kids. So Maggie took care of me. The Nannies were really no help. We used to mess around with them or we would challenge each other to see who did the worst prank on the Nanny. Mom only visited us only every three months. She called every week. She was a good mom but…she wasn't at the same time. Sometimes she had her moments but most of the time she just was a diva super model. Maggie and I always went to different schools every two year. Now Maggie's in boarding school and I'm in public school. Sometimes I would go to private school but it wasn't my style. Plus the teachers couldn't handle my anger problem. Well that's what I tell everybody. The reason why I have anger problems is because I'm more than just human. My whole family (besides my mom) are a lot more than just human. But my sister still thinks I just get angry really easy than the most of us. I don't know why.
"Excuse me, Miss?" A husky voice asked. I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked the sweaty over weight man.
"Where should I put this?"
"Right here," I pointed to the corner of the room. They slowly placed my huge mirror in the corner facing me. They left the room to unpack more stuff. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I didn't look to bad for someone who didn't get a lot of sleep. My long curly bronze hair shaped my pale freckled face. My eyes were a bright green color. My lips were covered with a cherry flavored lip gloss. I wore a long blue coat with purple gloves and tan brown uggs. I didn't look bad for someone who's been up since two in the morning.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I got a text from my mom.
Get ready for school!! :D
I groaned and text back.
I don't even have any school supplies
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
I got it, now let's go!!! :D
I moaned and lied on the floor slowly falling asleep. Why couldn't I have a normal mom where she would actually yell at my face? I got up to put Marley on a shelf. I ran down stairs to find a little old lady with a paper in one hand and a back pack in the other. I grabbed them both and head out the door into the limo. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked the text message from my mom
Have a good day at school!
I rolled my eyes and closed my phone. What is so special that I have to get to school today? Well, at least it's Friday.
Chapter: 2 – What was that for?
Paul POV
"Get up!" Some screamed in my ear. I yelped and fell on the floor. I moaned. I opened my eyes to find Quil lying on the couch snickering at me and Claire on top of me giggling.
"What hell was that for?" I asked moaning. Claire pointed at me.
"Oooo, Pawl said a bad word!" Claire giggled. Claire was about six. I groaned and tried to grab a pillow to smack this little annoying brat off me. Obviously Quil read my mind and growled. He picked up Claire and carried her to the kitchen.
"Why don't you go have some breakfast with Aunty Emily ok?" He tickled her and she left giggling.
"Dude, we have school, get up." He kicked my head lightly. I snarled.
"I was up all night last night guarding the perimeter! Leave me alone!" I growled and turned my back to him.
"Dude, Sam is gonna get really pist if you don't go to school." He said still chuckling to himself.
"Why the hell should I care what Sam says?" I yelled.
"Because Sam will kick your ass," Quil answered. I sighed and slowly got up. I glanced up at Quil. He was just snickering at me with a fat grin on his face.
"If you don't go play hide and go seek with your little brat I'm gonna kick your ass." He walked away still snickering at me. I got up and stretched. I quickly grabbed a t-shirt and dark jeans with a hody. The kitchen smelled of muffins, bacon and fruit. Emily was working at the stove making eggs, muffins, and bacon for everybody. Usually all of the new members of the pack came here for breakfasts or some of the people who haven't imprinted yet. Quil is always here because Claire is Emily's little niece and he imprinted on Claire. Thank god I didn't imprint yet. I don't want to be one of those drool slobbering nerds who are always with their "imprints". It's just so stupid. The whole think wants to make me gag.
I grabbed three apples, two muffins and a piece of bacon.
"You're welcome Paul!" Emily yelled from the kitchen as I opened the door. I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut. I jumped into my car and headed to school. Great, another stupid boring day of high school.
I arrived to find everybody gossiping about another new girl that was coming to school. Well that should really spice this day up. I herd from a couple of people that she's related to some famous chick from play boy magazine. Well that just puts the icing on the cake.
A long black limo pulled up in front of the school. A girl got out and walked inside the school. Whispers flew across the parking lot. Jared came up behind me.
"Hey, dude. Did you hear about the new girl?" He asked.
"Um, yeah, what's so special about this chick?" I asked.
"Well apparently she's really rich." He shrugged and I shrugged along with him. The bell rang and we both headed inside together for first period English.
Chapter: 3- Freak
Rachel POV
I got out of the limo with everybody staring at me. I heard a wave of whispers run through the parking lot. I took a glance at the school it looked old and strange. I shrugged it off and continue to go inside. I walked to the office to find a strange old lady that smelled like peanuts and smoke. She kept on pushing up her glasses nervously. She looked hopeless and confused. I walked up the desk.
"Hi, I'm Rachel Garth, the new student?" I said smoothly. She looked up puzzled.
"Oh, Hello Rachel, I'm Mrs. Levin. I have your scedgle right here and a map of the school so you don't get lost. Here's a packet and a room number to go to if you feel to over whelm." My mom most of told the school that I have an anger problem. I took everything and thanked her politely. When I left the office, I herd people whispering and whistling. Some people were even making cat calls. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk to down the hallway.
"Hey, baby why you don't come over to my house tonight." I clenched my fists and continued to walk.
"Aww, baby come back. I was just having some fun." He laughed and grabbed my shoulder. I shock a little bit but not to much for me change.
"Come on baby." The guy obviously looked high. I sighed and shook my head. I tried to continue to walk but he grabbed me. I whispered into his ear before I locked his head in my arm. I lightly stroked my long nail down his throat.
"If, you want to keep your head, than I suggest you stay away from me baby." I cut my nail into his throat then let him go. I walked to my first period class English.
I walked into the class and everybody was starring at me accept two huge muscular guys.
"Hello, Miss. Garth. Why don't you take you seat next Mr. Salvo over there." He pointed to the seat next one of the huge tan muscular guys. I walked down the isle of seats. A wave of whispers flooded the room. I took my seat next to the large guy.
"Now, class settle down! I would like to introduce Miss. Garth. Miss. Garth, would you mind if you could share a little bit about yourself to us?" He asked. I glared at him but got up anyway. The guys next to me were still talking.
"Hi, I'm Rachel Garth and I-,"
"Hey, aren't you related to that hot model, Jennifer Garth?" One nerdy looking boy asked. I rolled my eyes and sat back down without answering him. He just starred at me with exciting eyes. My hand started shacking a little bit.
"Yes," I mumbled and looked at the wooden desk. Even more whispering went around the room.
"Class, class, settle dow-," I large lady ran into the room.
"Mr. Forlick, we really need you essisdence in the copy room please!" She gasped after every word out of breath. He ran out of the room. Everybody started whispering again. I was quivering a little but not as much as before. I knew I was in control. Then I noticed something. Everybody in the room except two people smelled like human. The other two smells, smelled like wet dog. I scrunched my nose of the horrible smell. The two smells were coming from right next to me. I glanced next to me under my hair, a hot guy with warm brown eyes, tan skin and black hair. I could tell under his shirt he had hard core abs. I finally turned around and it felt like an electric spark went threw my veins. I couldn't breath. He was so adorable with his cute dimples and smil-, wait! What am I saying!? I can't like this guy I don't even know him! I shook my head violently. I finally noticed the other tan guy was looking at both of us confused. A deep blush went through my pale freckled skin. I frowned at him. I thought I couldn't breath.
"Can I help you?" I mumbled. He stuttered and turned around. I looked at the other tan guy and he was just snickering at me. I gave him and death glare and he stopped. I turned back around amazed and confused about what just happened. I couldn't help but take another peek at him. He was starring at me again. I started shaking violently. I had to get out of here. I had to. I grabbed all my books and ran out the door. I had to get outside. I had to!