This is a story that myself and a friend made up. We've been writing it in our school library so I won't be able to upload regularly but we will try our best. Enjoy the Story!
Important Info:
Set: After Breaking Dawn
Main Character: Charlie's niece - Larelle
Background; Mixed Race, Jamaican and American. Her mother died from the earthquake in Haiti because she was volunteering over sees. She moves in with Charlie. Troublemaker. Hates Bella.
Btw This Chapter Is Just An Introduction Which Explains The Shortness Of It!
Driving to Charlie's house was nothing but torment for me. Nothing but a green and brown canvas painted on the disgusting place where I have now been forced to live with these filthy hicks I mean come on the don't even have a mall for crying out loud.
After spending hours on the highway we finally turned down the road to his house that seemed vaguely familiar. Pulling up onto the driveway a black cruiser and a shiny silver Volvo were already parked. The car stopped and then that ugly social worker Tracy dare turn her spot infested face in my direction.
"Remember what I said Larelle not mucking about, you're lucky to even have a home here with Charlie after the amount of stress you've caused other families. But he promised to overlook that in order to take care of you. You should be very grateful for everything he's doing for you," she said. Throughout her entire speech the only words that came out of her mouth were "blah, blah, blah" I nodded anyway not even sure what I was acknowledging.
"Good," she praised. Getting out of the car and slamming the door behind her. I got out any went to the trunk that she had already unlocked and grabbed my suitcases not wanting her ratted hands to touch any of my stuff. I dragged them up the stairs with Tracy following behind me.
But before I even get a chance to ring the door bell, the door flung open and I saw a short, brunette haired girl with some next grin on her face. Suddenly I was being held in a cold hard embrace. What the hell.
"Ohmygosh Larelle!" she screeched in my ear.
"Get the hell of me now," she still held on, "did you not hear me NOW!" I shouted.
She immediately let go of me and looked confused, "sorry," she said with her eyebrow raised.
"Well sorry don't cut it yeah," I said getting in the face.
"LARELLE STOP!" Tracy said, getting in between us and trying to push me backwards, "what did I just tell you in the car?" she asked.
"NO! Shut up. Did you not just see her touch me, filthy little maggot," I said over Tracy's shoulder, glaring at the brunette freak.
All of a sudden a red headed man stormed in.
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