A.N. Hey so this is Kirsty she is 16 and from Ireland. She comes from a broken family she is an only child. She is moving to La Push with her mum (Kelly) who just remarried a Native American. Which happens to be Tony who used to live there with Sam and his mum when he was abandoned when he was younger. Kirsty is your typical Irish teenager argumentative, angry and tends to favour the teenager drinker image while well. I will be writing this story with the knowledge that I don't live in America so be aware that I may not always write accurately although I will try

Chapter 1- The Beginning

My first day here, in this hell whole of a place I mean why couldn't we just stay in Ireland why move so fucking far away from normal people? Seriously I'm sick of the niceness of these people I miss my home this move is making my life so depressing. Currently I am walk to this stupid beach that Tony said I should check out, if I'm being honest he only wanted me out of the house as his childhood buddy was coming over. If I remember correctly he was called Sam or something like that, I didn't start a fight about it, which I normal would have because I didn't want to meet him.

Well the beach wasn't that bad it was better than the ones back home, plus the water is warmer I noted earlier when I was dipping my toes. Must put swimming on that to-do-list I have made along with my plan of escaping this form of a personal hell. So far it all leads to me killing people this though makes me let out one of my famous evil laughs as Tony calls it. The laugh attracts the attention of the three boys at the far end of the beach, as they started to make their way towards me. I noticed that they were all big guys with huge assed muscles although some were taller than the others. 'Hey paleface what brings you here' said one of the smaller guys.

"What's it to you, and call me paleface one more time and you will find out what my fist would feel like connecting with you face" I said while giving him one of my famous glares. The tall one he must have been over 6 ft. Certainly well built in all the right places, spoke next "hmm well it looks like I would love to find out so… again we say what are you doing here paleface bitch" ok I was having enough of these jerks, my patience was wearing slim. I launched myself at the tall bastard in a blind fury he was really strong though he had me pinned down ha-ha however he must never underestimate an Irish girl. I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt so I pinched his nipples and twisted them his face was so full of shock it was this point I looked into his eyes which I must say were quite beautiful ha like I would ever tell him. Some thing was hurting my head so I released my hand from his left nipple and reached behind my head it was a stone so I did what any Irish girl would do. I hit him hard over the head he toppled over me onto the sand while holding his head in his hands this caused me to laugh in hysterics. At this point I turned to the others "Who's next" they nervously gulped and took a step back this caused me to laugh harder.

Until the guy I hit over the head stood up again and the anger in his eyes was worse than any look I have ever seen before, he was physically shaken and everything. This little show was not going to stop me from getting my point across "ok weirdo, don't ever call me paleface again plus here's some advice remember to not anger an Irish girl got it… you freak why you shaken?" At this point his friend step in and was pushing him into the forest the folks in this town are just down right weird if I do say so myself.

The quite one stepped towards me while his friend continued to push the big guy out of there, "Hi I'm Embry, Paul has a temper you just made him mad that's all Quil should be able to handle him" the guy seemed nervous couldn't even look me in the eyes. "Right, well if I cared to know I would have asked" he was a bit taken back by my tone I wasn't here to be miss nicey two shoes (A.N. Irish phrase). He nodded at me and turned and left heading in the same direction as the other two left in.

I stayed for a while longer as I wasn't sure long Tony wanted me gone for. It was getting darker so I lifted myself of the sand and made my way home. A few times I heard the bushes rustling which made me uneasy but scared, no it was mostly likely an animal of some sorts. Walking up to my porch my mum came running out "Kirsty Marie where the hell were you" ah I hated when she spoke my full name. "what, why are you mad I only when to the beach' she crossed her arms and give me the 'you know better look' I happily glared back at her, "Mum get the fuck out of my way it's all your fault I'm here as soon as I'm 18 I'm getting the first plane out of here and there's nothing you can do about it" she screwed her face up at me " you do realized Kirsty that the legal age for you here is 21 so I actually have longer to annoy the fuck out of you, don't we Tony". Of course she would have to bring him into it, he poked his head out of the front door "Oh Kirsty you know we love you too much to let you go when you 18, "hey guys dinners ready" he said before his head disappeared again.

Mum just smiled and walked inside, I swear I could have killed someone at that moment so I just settled for kicking Tony's car while screaming "Fuck you all" finally give up and walked inside to get some grub. My relationship with my mum has always been like this ever since dad left us. I blamed her and she blamed me it was a circle of blame between us. As I grew older I didn't really blame her for him leaving I mean he was a drunkard and a loser but my mum and I liked our fucked up relationship.

Most people would think I hate my mum by the way I speak to her but between me and her it our way of showing we care. When mum meets guys that always assumed I was being disrespectful of my mum but I knew I wasn't mum would also dump them after as she didn't want our relationship to change, it has always just been me and her so when she met Tony he was different he understood our strange relationship.

After dinner I went to my room turned on my iPod dock and started listening to 'You Me at six's' song 'Bite my tongue'. I then went search through my moving boxes to get out my sketch pad and started drawing the first thing that came to mind when I was finished realization hit me it was the Paul guy from the beach I had drawn I threw the sketch pad on the ground why the hell would I be drawing him? I am not going to think about this anymore looking at the clock it was late and school started tomorrow may as well head to bed. Turning of the light I hoped tomorrow would go quickly.

A.N. So There's the first Chapter let me know guys if you like the story or not. Please review

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Irishwolfgirl