-1A/N: I was rereading the chapters of Jasper's Angel, decided the story was good but the way I'd written it was complete crap so I decided to write it again. This redo is kind of a combination of Jasper's Angel and This called my life except I have changed it so that Jasper is no longer Ashley's father (for those of you who have read Jasper's Angel and liked it the old way please tell me and I will repost the original story).
The girl was a stranger to the area. Any resident could tell that. Forks was a small town so new people stood out. She was tall, slender and very pale, with long honey coloured hair that hung slightly curly down her back. She wore jeans and a white shirt. Cowboy boots on her feet. Two dogs sat patiently at her feet, both were German Shepherds, one cream, one dark, and wore bandana's (one blue, one red) around their necks. The girl was looking at a piece of paper, staring intently as if it would tell her the answers she sought. The lighter dog whined, jerking her back to reality. She tucked the paper away and patted the dog's head. He placed his front paws on her knees. She absentmindedly stroked him, resting her head against the bus window.
"Fork's bus station!" shouted the driver. The girl grabbed her rucksack from the seat next to her, pulled gently on the leads wrapped around her wrist and headed to the door.
"Hey are you sure you want this place kid? It's a bit of a dead end" the bus driver asked. The girl nodded, her eyes bright.
"Yeah, this is it. Thanks" she disembarked before the driver could try and be helpful anymore. She waited for the bus to leave before doing anything else. A quick glance around confirmed the driver's comment. It was a dead end.
She sat on a nearby bench and unclipped her dogs. The leads weren't necessary, the pair were perfectly obedient. The girl thought about the events that had led her here. It felt strange. Only a few days earlier she'd been in Basingstoke, England (the English equivalent of Forks). Then Texas, now Forks.
"You okay?" asked a voice. The girl looked up to see a car, the driver a boy with blonde hair, gelled into careful spikes.
"I'm fine. I was wondering…do you know where Isabella Swan lives?"
"Bella? Yeah, of course. I know everyone. Do you need a ride to her place?" He was probably just trying to be helpful but she decided against accepting.
"No, I like walking. I just need directions"
"You sure? It's on my way"
"I just got off a bus for the first time in ages, I need to stretch my legs" she lied. The boy shrugged and quickly rattled off directions to Bella's house.
"Thank" she waited for him to drive off but he didn't.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Cassie Blake. You?"
"Mike Newton. Are you a friend of Bella's?"
"I'm her cousin"
"Wow, I didn't know she had a cousin"
"We're not super close" Cassie tried hard to keep calm. Her instincts were torn between running or hitting the boy. She took a deep breath. He was just a curious teenager, no harm.
"You're from…England?"
"Yeah"
"Cool. What type of weather do you get over there?"
"The same you get anywhere. Rain, sun, clouds. The usual" he stared at her blankly, not understanding her humour. She sighed and stood up.
"It was nice to meet you but I've got to go"
"Oh yeah. Probably see you around sometime" he smiled and drove off. Cassie waited until he was out of sight before muttering to herself "Well he is really annoying" she turned to where her dogs were sitting patiently.
"Come on Buddy, Scarlett. We've got to get moving" she whistled and they fell into step behind her.