Never thought I'd be writing a Twilight fanfic...
I actually don't like the books (Bring on the hate!) but the idea of imprints and that stuff really intrigues me and I guess I have a lot of respect for S. Meyer for selling as many books as she did.

Anyways. This is my first time writing in first person in a long while... But I'm trying to work on getting more emotion into my writing.

Disclaimer; I only own my OCs and this plot. Everything else belongs to S. Meyer.

It was strange being here again. After three years, nothing had really changed. Same old thick, lush green forest. Same old gloomy weather. I sighed. Don't get me wrong, I actually love the weather here, not too hot, not too cold and there wasn't anything in particular that I hated about this place... It's just the people here that I don't fancy too much.

See, I used to live with both my mom and dad up north in Canada but then, one day eight years ago—I think I was nine at the time—my parents decided to divorce. It was so sudden, there had been no yelling or fighting leading up to it, just a simple, clean split. And after a long battle, the courts gave custody to Mom because Dad's job required him to move around the country. Soon I was packed up with the rest of her possessions and relocated to La Push where I met Allen; Mom's old friend and my new step dad.

I'm not going to lie, when I was younger I honestly hated both Allen and my mom for taking me out of my comfy home, but as I grew I came to see and understand just how much they loved each other. I guess I really couldn't hold it against them. But even now, at the wise ol' age of eighteen, a part of me still blamed them for my torment. If it hadn't been for Allen we wouldn't have had to move, I wouldn't have been bullied, I wouldn't have almost died... But then again... In his defence it wasn't like the bullying was something anybody could have prevented, I clearly didn't—and still don't—belong; what with my pale skin, untameable red locks, and and obvious lack of Quileute blood. These traits only brought unwanted attention to myself. It brought him.

I sighed again. That was enough. I wouldn't allow him to ruin my life again. I'm not the same weak girl that I was three years ago. I had changed significantly in the past years; my once wild hair had been trimmed so that it was just past my collar bone and tamed into soft waves. I had picked up a few makeup tricks and fashion tips while travelling with Dad. My personality had changed drastically too according to Dad. Back then I used to run and hide from my problems, but now. Now I've found my voice and I'm going to be heard loud and clear.

... Don't take that the wrong way, I don't go out of my way to pick fights, I just don't run away anymore. I turned my attention away from the passing scenery and shuffled through my bag for my phone. When I finally found it I'm slightly disappointed to see no new messages. Dad glanced back through the rear view mirror and chuckled when he sees me making faces at my phone

"Song," My Dad called, finally breaking the silence that had settled in and made itself comfortable two hours ago. Yep. That's my name: Song Eveline Reali. Strange name for a strange girl. That was actually another reason for why I got picked on. My name*.

I looked up and met his gaze in the rear view mirror. "Song," He started again, "I know you don't want to go back, but please. Please just try, it's only for a few months and your mother really has been missing you."

I gave him a weak smile. "I know, Dad." I said just as we started to pull into a driveway. As soon as Dad killed the engines my mom basically burst out of the house with Allen following closely behind with a soft smile. A few things happened that moment. The anxiety and loneliness I had been feeling all day long double as I realized this was probably the last time I would see Dad in a while. Another: worry and regret. What if Mom and Allen were upset with me? I wouldn't really blame them, I did leave on a rather... unhappy note. I grabbed my bag and stepped out into Mom's eager embrace.

"Oh Honey, welcome home!" She sang as she pulls me closer. I smile and return it.

"Hi Mom." I whispered. A sense of relief washed over me, knowing that Mom really did want me with her even after what I had put her through. We separated as Dad handed the last of my luggage to Allen. "Take care of my baby girl." He told Allen, who nodded his head. He turned to Mom who offered him a familiar smile.

"Hi Kurt," She said. Dad returned it before a silence set in. I looked between my parents, even now I couldn't see any hostility between them only an awkwardness. "Would you like to join us for dinner?" Mom asked finally, unable to take the silence anymore.

"Oh, no. I've got things to do..." Dad said lamely.

"I see," Mom said quietly. Finally after another few seconds ticked by she turned to me and took the bag out of my hand. "Come inside when you're ready." And with that she hurried back into the small home.

I looked to Dad with tears pooling up in my eyes. The loneliness tripled. He pulled me into a hug. "Remember, Song. If you ever need anything, just call me. I'll be here in a flash." He reassured in a weak voice; clearly trying to hold back his own emotions. Dad really wasn't one for the emotional stuff. He always did his best to give the cold and uncaring business man persona, but really he was the most dependable person I know. After all, he could have just stuck me on a plane rather than take a two days out of his summer to drive me here.

I took in a shaky breath. "I know, Dad." I murmured into his chest.

We parted and he placed a hand on my head. "Stay strong."

With a weak grin I said to him, "Of course. I am a Reali after all." He grinned in return before he got into his car. I waved as I watched him drive off. A genuine smiled sneaked onto my face when he rolled down the window and made the 'call me' sign with his hand. When he was completely out of view I sighed. I turned and looked at my old new home. Even it hadn't changed in three years. It was still a tiny, grey, two floor home with a small porch surrounded all around with the thick La Push forests.

As I walked up the drive way there was a loud, nearby howl. I looked around in alarm, scanning the thick forest that surrounded the home before booking it into the house. Just putting this out there, but I think its safe to say I would have made Coach Rodgers proud with how fast I cleared the drive way and those four steps. I slammed the door shut and locked it for good measure.

"Jesus," Mom said as she poked her head around the corner, "why'd you slam the door, Honey? Is everything okay?"

I exhaled and walked over to my Mom. My sadness momentarily forgotten because of the adrenalin rush. "Yeah... Sorry about that." I said shakily.

Allen walked down from the staircase and into the kitchen. "Your stuff is in your room, Kiddo." He said as he brushed by.

"Thanks, Allen." I said. Even though I had been nothing but hostile to him when we first met, Allen had shown me nothing but kindness and often went out of his way to help make me feel right at home.

I walked up those familiar steps and down the hall, stopping at the door to my old room. I grimaced as the memories came floating back. This is where my life almost ended that day. As I pushed the door open and stepped into the room I could see it again. Almost as if I was watching some sick, twisted movie staring me. I could see that bottle of pills on my bedside counter, a shaky hand bringing a handful of pills closer and closer to my mo-no! I closed my eyes and backed out of the room, bumping into and knocking over the table that held a vase full of flowers.

Hearing the crash Mom and Allen instantly came running up the stairs. "Song?!" They found me sitting in the corner, back against the wall, arms wrapped around myself in a defensive manner, and breathing heavily. Mom ran to my side trying to comfort me while Allen looked around my room for whatever might have scared me. He walked around looking under my bed, in my closet, and out my window. When he found nothing he quietly excused himself, giving Mom and me some privacy.

"Honey... It's okay, Mommy's here now." She said softly into my ear as she rocked me back and forth in the way she used to when I was younger. After who knows how long I was finally able to pull myself together. I pushed Mom away gently. I hated having to rely on others.

"I'm fine, Mom. Sorry for the scare." I mumbled, still a bit shaken by my flashback.

"I'm so sorry, Honey. Do you want our room instead?" She offered.

I shook my head. There was noway I could burden them with more of my problems. "Come down for dinner, Honey, I'll help you unpack after, sound good?" She said sweetly. I reluctantly agreed and stood, though Mom did stay close; fearing I might fall over.

When we reached the kitchen I found the table had been set and Allen was sitting there, tapping his foot anxiously. When he saw us he shot up like somebody had jabbed him with a needle. He opened his mouth to say something—but couldn't find the words by the looks of it because he kept opening and shutting it. Finally he just settled for clearing his throat and sitting back down. I sat down across from him while Mom finished up her cooking. Looking around now, the kitchen and dining room hadn't changed at all since I was last here-no scratch that. Nothing in this house had changed, inside and out.

We ate in silence. Allen and Mom quietly ate while I was lost in my thoughts. Allen cleared his throat again, bringing me out of my thoughts. "I, uh... I registered you into the high school over in Forks. You can borrow the car to get to and from school."

I looked to Mom to confirm what he was saying. She smiled and nodded. I smiled gratefully at them. The drive between Forks and La Push was at least forty five minutes on a good day. And we only had one car but they were willing to let me have it for the majority of the day just so I wouldn't have to see them—him.

"What about you? Don't you need the car to get to work?" Allen owned a small convenient store here in La push, it wasn't too far from the house, but I couldn't just mooch off my mom and Allen like a vampire.

"It's no big deal. I'll just walk." He assured.

My eyes widened. "I can't let you walk! What if you fall and get hurt?!"

He groaned. "Hey now. I'm not that old." He muttered, much to Mom's delight.

"There there... Old man." She teased.

He nudged her. "Whatever, Granny Nags-a lot."

She gasped and pouted. "How mean!" She said turning away from him. They both wore silly grins on their faces.

"Come on now Beth. You know you'll always be young in my eyes." Allen said as he went in to kiss her on the cheek then to her lips.

"So!" I cut in quickly. I didn't need that image haunting me for the rest of my life. "Are there a lot of wolves around here?" I tried to make it sound as casual as possible but I think my fear of large canines might of leaked through.

"Don't worry. They won't hurt you."

... That doesn't help. At all.

The rest of dinner pasted without much excitement. I got up to wash my plate but was stopped by Mom's voice. "Don't worry about it honey, I'll take care of it."

I glanced back. "I don't mind Mom. I don't wanna be a burden."

She rushed to my side and tried to push me aside, but just like her, I was stubborn. "Mom, really. I can handle it."

"Take it easy, Honey. You just got back, why don't you go rest for today?" She persuaded.

"If you want to help out that badly, why don't you come down and do a couple hours at the shop?" Allen added to sweeten the deal.

I sighed. She wins this round... But I'll be back. "Thanks guise." I said and kissed her on the cheek before exiting the kitchen. Half way up the staircase I looked back to Mom, "Don't worry about helping me unpack, I've got this." and ran up the rest of the way so she couldn't argue it.

By the time I had finished unpacking and organizing my room it was dark out. I fell back on my bed with a sigh of relief and stretched myself out. Sleep came almost immediately except for the distant howls kept trying to pull me back into consciousness. Still though, a smile found its way onto my lips as I thought,

Look out La Push. I'm back, and I'm stronger than ever!

*True story actually. :( I have a really unusal so I was bullied about it since... Well, forever.

I made this OC a red head~! 'cause I find them to be the prettiest people ever!

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