DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT EXCEPT FOR MY OCs

CHAPTER 1 : Good Jori and Badass Paul

- Jori POV-

I woke up at 6:00 am as usual, getting ready to school. I put my digital alarm clock to snooze mode and went to look at my perfect self in front of my body length mirror. All I saw every day was the same, plain skinny me. I'm one of the popular girl in my school because of my records in drag racing, dirt bike riding, surfing, extreme sports and of course, my way with words. I friended as l called it with most of the boys, having good grades and occasionally ditch classes to go to somewhere and….. Detentions.

You see I am Jorianna Chastity Grandell, Jori for short. I'm skinny but not anorexic skinny. I'm like 5'6 and I have pale skin with bright grey with silver tints. Yeah…growing up on La Push residence where they were tanned skinned and had black hair with brown eyes makes you feel like a weirdo. A big fat weirdo. And I am one of them. But I'm not in La Push anymore! Wanna know why?

Because I'm at sunny side California. Away from me being a weirdo to the place I truly belong. The only thing I missed from the misery hole of darkness ruled by something really badddd! I love to exaggerate. Is the rain. Yep! I missed the rain because it helped me sleep. But who cares cuz'… I'm never going back to that place again.

After I took my shower and dry myself up then put on my white bath robe. I went to my dresser and comb my soft brown, neck length bob cut hair and curled the edge of the left side of it with my curling iron. What! I have my own style. I glance at a small photo taped to the edge of the mirror and took it. It was a photo of me, 2 years ago when I was 14

"Mom! Why can't I skip school just for today." I groaned I really hated school.

"Come on Jori, it's not that bad." My mom said, as if she didn't know my problems.

"But I don't fit in." I said in protest, but it's too late because we're here.

I heard my mom sighed and she turned to the back seat to look at me.

"Look Jori, I know things are tough with you but hey who knew, today will be a surprising day," she attempted to cheer the situation.

I sighed and got out of the car. I hated everyone in the school, especially Paul Lahote, his girlfriend Lauren Cagonough and their posies. The only friend I had was my cousin/best friend Elisabeth Grandell or Beth for short but she went to Forks High School. Anyway, the bullied me and beat me up from kindergarten till freshmen and they never stop. I was 'the freak from Italy' there because my dad was Italian while my mom is a Quileute. Making me half Quileute. My dad, Giovanni Grandell was a travel agent so he travels a lot and only comes to visit on special occasions.

Unlike every else who were tanned skinned and brown eyes. The other problem was me being pale and grey eyes and slightly overweight.

I quickly dashed to the entrance until I heard a familiar unwelcoming voice behind me.

"Hey there freak." Of course it was Lauren. Geez can I get a day without them torturing me.

"What?" I said sounded a bit stuttered.

"Oh look at that. The walrus can talk."Paul laughed followed by the rest. I can't take it anymore so I walked away from them. Bad move.

"And where do you think you're going!" I heard my ex-best friend Sara tried to spun me around. Sara and I used to be best friend but when she started to hang out with Lauren, Kelli and Fiona, she changed and became my enemy.

I spun around and accidentally knock over her cherry smoothy, causing it to land on Lauren's shirt and the next thing I knew, I was punched and got blacked out.

I remember waking up at Forks Hospital. My mom said that I had 60 stitches ouch! And that we were moving to California. I imagined I was in a field filled with hot dogs and yelled "I feel so greasy!" My mom got promoted and was sent asked to California. It was the happiest day of my life.

And here I am completely different from the last time. Did I mentioned that my hair used to be long and frizzy? Well it was.

"Jori Grandell ! If you don't get your sorry ass down here I'm so gonna ditched you!" My loud cousin Ivori Grandell whose shout caused a small earthquake in the hallway.

Ivori was born to the Grandell family and her mother was my dad's first cousin, making her my second cousin.

I realized that I was gonna be late so I abruptly stood up to get change. I've decided to wear my blue skinny jeans with brown flurry boots, that a blue printed top that says loads of stuff and a black net singlet. I put on light make up cuz' what can I say, I'm a natural. Then put on my wristband sized wooded and my metal ring bracelets my guitar necklace.

Looks like I still got time so I painted my fingernails with black nail polish. I grabbed my purple white back pack and headed out. I saw my mom and my three year old sister Bailey eating their breakfast.

"Jori, Ivori's waiting for you." My mom informed me handing out my lunch as I took a big bite out of my breakfast.

"Jowee…Vowee's waiying fow you." My sister mimicked happily from her baby chair.

I could resist smiling at her.

"Bye Baibie" I kissed her forehead and head out to the front. I saw Ivori pretending to look at her nails in her HOT Mustang.

"Took you long enough." She glared playfully. I just smirked at her. I hopped into her car, put on my shades since it's sunny and placed my foot on the bunker and the other on top of it. ( I don't know if it's really called a bunker. Sorry if I made the mistake).

Ivori turned the radio on and the Shakira song, hips don't lie, blasted through the air. Owh yeah!

That's the first Chapter, and please review pretty please!

PS: I'm not desperate.

PSS: Please read my other fanfic titled 'WORTHY'. It's in progress but it's really good trust me ;)

THE NEXT CHAPTER;

CHAPTER TWO : MOVING!