Just to clarify, i do not own any of the original characters; they belong to Stephenie Meyer. However, Hailey and the others are mine :)
Chapter 1
My name is Hailey and I'm 17 years old. I am 5 foot 4 inches tall, I have blue/green eyes and my hair is dyed black; it used to be light brown, but that was before I changed. Drastically.
I used to be happy all of the time, but that was before my mum became a heavy drinker. She used to love me and my dad, but then she got a divorce. I still don't know why, but it tore my dad apart. She took me away with her to Miami, but I was depressed. She had taken me away from my life.
This is when I changed. All I began wearing was dark colours, mostly black, and heavy black make up. I dyed my hair black and got my lip pierced. I also got a red/brown wolf tattoo on my left hip. Wolves were my favourite animal. Still are.
In a way, I felt more comfortable with myself like this.
My mum's drinking got worse and she started yelling at me for no reason. She's hit me a few times too. I try and tell myself that it's the drink that's making her act like this, but part of me knows otherwise. She just doesn't love or want me anymore.
So that's why I'm on an aeroplane, on my way to live in Washington with my dad. Unlike Miami, the town where I'm going to live in colder and rains a lot. I don't mind though. If it gets me away from my mum, then I'm all for it.
I'm going to be living in a small town called La Push, which is an Indian Reservation. Home of the Quileute Legends and Tribe. My dad, Steve, said that I'd love it there and I'll make good, trustworthy friends. I asked him what he meant, but he changed the topic. I think he's hiding something from me, but I won't push him to tell me. I'll probably find out when I eventually get there.
"Would all passengers please return to your seats and put your seatbelts back on. We will be landing shortly." An airhostess said through the intercom.
I sighed and closed my diary, putting it back in my bag. I clicked my seatbelt on and rested my head against the cool glass of the small aeroplane window. I could see the land gradually getting closer and clearer as the plane descended.
I felt the jolt as the plane's wheels touched the tarmac of the runway. I'm now in Forks, Washington, around two miles away from my dad's home in La Push.
Everyone rushed to get off the plane. I shook my head and calmly got my bag and stood up. I waited patiently while people from the back of the plane got off. An elderly man stopped and indicated for me to go. I smiled kindly at him.
"Thank you." I said. He nodded.
I went out into the isle and made my way off the cramped plane. I followed the arrows that pointed the way to the luggage area. I waited by the conveyer belt and when I saw my two suitcases, pulled them off.
I walked into a big open area, dragging my suitcases after me. I saw my dad standing about twenty feet away from me. I walked over to him. When he saw me he smiled and wrapped me up in a hug. I let go of my suitcases and hugged him back.
"I missed you dad." I said. I heard him sniff.
"I missed you too honey." He replied and pulled away. "You've grown up to be beautiful." He said with tears in his blue eyes. I smiled.
"Thanks dad. You're not too bad yourself."
He smiled and picked up one of my suitcases while I grabbed the other. We walked out of the airport and he led me to his car. He opened the trunk and we put all my bags in there. He shut the door and we got in the car. He started the car and pulled away from the airport.
"You've changed." He stated. I nodded my head.
"Yeah, I have." I admitted. "I feel more comfortable with myself than I was before."
I tell my dad everything, even if it's embarrassing. I'm close with my dad. He tells me everything in return. We're always completely honest with each other. The truth hurts less than lies.
"As long as you're happy, I'll always support every decision you make. And in my eyes you're still my beautiful little girl." He said. He patted my knee gently and I smiled at him.
I looked out of the window and all I could see was green. Everything was just forest and woodland. I found it beautiful.
"You'll love it here. They're all very welcoming." My dad said.
"Yeah, I have a feeling that I can actually call this my home. Miami was just too fake and everyone was too far stuck up their own arses." I said, turning my head back to my dad for a moment.
He stopped at a red light. I looked out the windscreen and saw a little boy around the age of two waving at me with a shy smile on his face. I smiled and waved back at him. His shyness seemed to get the better of him and he hid behind his mother's legs, peeking his head out. My dad laughed.
"Looks like you've already got the little ones after you."
I laughed and my dad started driving again, as the light turned green.
"Seriously dad, he was like fifteen years too young." I said.
"True." He replied. "But it's better to start 'em early."
"Dad." I groaned. He laughed.
"Kidding."
"I should hope so." I mumbled.
Around half an hour later, we parked outside our house. It was small, but I think it's exactly perfect for me. It suited my personality.
A kind looking woman and a tall man came out of the house next to ours. They walked over to us.
"Ah, these are our neighbours. This is Sam Uley and his fiancée Emily Young." My dad said. "This is my daughter, Hailey."
I noticed that Emily had three ugly scars down the side of her face, but that didn't stop her from looking pretty in my opinion.
"It's nice to meet you both." I smiled and shook their hands. Emily gave me a smile of her own and Sam nodded his head at me.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" my dad asked.
"You know you can't cook Steve." Emily laughed lightly.
"I'll cook." I said. They looked at me and my dad smiled.
"She may only be seventeen, but she can cook like a professional. She acts more mature than her age. Most of the time." My dad said. They agreed and Sam helped me with my bags.
I stood on my tip toes and got a pan down from the top of the cupboard.
"What was that?" Emily asked.
"What?" I said, looking around. She pointed to my hip. "Oh, my tattoo." I replied.
"Can we see?" Sam asked. I nodded.
"Sure." I lifted my shirt up and moved my jeans out of the way slightly.
My tattoo was a red/brown wolf standing in front of a faded forest, howling at the moon.
"It's beautiful." Emily said.
"Thank you." I smiled and pulled my shirt back down.
"Why a wolf?" Sam said with a smile gracing his lips.
"I love wolves. Always have, always will." I shrugged. "I think that they're beautiful creatures." My dad and Sam smiled.
"Aww, that's sweet." Emily cooed. I blushed lightly.
"Why that specific colour?" my dad said with a small smirk on his face.
"Um, because I think it's a pretty colour?" I said more as a question.
"I'll help you with dinner." Emily smiled after shooing my dad and Sam out of the kitchen.
"Thank you." I said.
"You're a very polite girl." She commented.
"I look up to my father." I replied with a smile.
We chatted about random girl things while we cooked.
"Tell me more about yourself." Emily said.
"My name's Hailey, I'm seventeen years old and my birthday is on the 19th December. I love wolves, thunderstorms and snow. Um, I like rock music and I like to cook. I don't want to have flings or dodgy relationships and I've never had a boyfriend or kissed a boy." I finished.
"Really? You've never been kissed by a boy?" I shook my head. "That's cute. What do you look for in a boy?" she asked.
"Someone that I can trust. That I know won't hurt me. I've seen too many friends get heartbroken due to heartless boys. I don't know, someone that makes me laugh and that I can be comfortable and myself around." I said.
"You really do have a good head fixed on your shoulders." Emily stated. I smiled.
We finished making up the dinner. We had made seasoned chicken with stir fried vegetables. We laid everything down on the table. I went into the living room and saw my dad and Sam talking. I knocked on the wall and they looked at me.
"Dinner's ready." I said. They smiled and followed me into the kitchen.
"This is delicious." My dad said. "Who made it?"
Emily and I pointed to each other.
"Half?" Sam said. We nodded.
We finished eating and Sam and my dad washed everything while me and Emily talked with them. The house phone rang.
"I'll get it for you dad." I said, walking into the hall.
"Thanks!" my dad called. I picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Is Steve there?" a man asked.
"Yes. Can I ask who's calling please?" I replied.
"Billy Black."
"Okay, one moment please."
"Thank you."
I walked back into the kitchen and held the phone out to my dad.
"It's a man called Billy Black." I said. My dad smiled and took the phone from my outstretched hand. He put the phone up to his ear and walked into the living room. Sam turned to me.
"Wolves don't scare you?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. It's just ever since I can remember I've loved wolves. I don't know why, I just have." I shrugged.
"What else do you love?" he asked.
"Thunderstorms and snow." I smiled. He laughed.
"Random much."
"No. thunderstorms create a dark atmosphere and then the lighting flashes, it makes the landscape beautiful. Snow makes everything seem like a clean canvas, where everything can start afresh." I explained. "Like a second chance in life if the first one didn't work out."
I don't think he was expecting me to say something like that.
"How old are you again?" he said.
"Seventeen." I smiled.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I heard Emily giggle from behind me. She wrapped an arm around both my shoulders.
"I like her." She said. My dad came back in.
"Billy's visiting tomorrow and he's bringing his son Jacob with him." My dad announced. "And Billy's impressed with your manners." He said, pointing at me. I blushed.
"I can't help it. It's unintentional."
Twenty minutes later, Emily and Sam went back to their own house. My dad sat down in the living room to watch the baseball game on TV and I went upstairs to my room to start unpacking. Everything was stored in boxes.
I unzipped my suitcases and started putting my clothes away in the empty wardrobe and drawers. After I had done that, I put all of my shoes neatly in a shoe rack I found in one of the boxes. I put all of my underwear into another draw and put my make up on my little table that had a small rectangular mirror attached to it. I placed all of my toiletries and other stuff in a small cupboard.
I yawned and decided to sort the rest of the boxes out tomorrow. I changed into a pair of girl boxers and tank top.
I pulled back the covers of my bed and got in. I pulled them back up to my chin and turned onto my side. I curled up into a ball and snuggled into my pillow. I eventually fell asleep.
This was one of the very first proper fanfictions i wrote. Please tell me what you guys think and review :) x