CHAPTER 1

My sobs racked my body making it shake and twitch unpleasantly, I sat holding my legs curled to my chest alone; always alone. I had no friends to help me cope through all the horrors I had to endure during my 16 years of life. Don't get me wrong I liked being alone, it gave me time to think but on days like this I just wish I had someone to tell everything to and not be judged. I used to have someone like that but when I told her my darkest secret she turned her back on me, just like everybody else, but that's for a later story. The reason I was outside in a dark forest alone was because my mom had kicked me out of the house again. My mom was a drunk and didn't care about anything but getting boozed up. Sad thing was that she used to be the nicest most loving mother in the world and sometimes she still is, but only when she's not drinking.

I found this place when I was only 8 years old. It was the first time my mom had hit me and kicked me out of the house. I had come home crying because the other kids in my class had been making fun of me. Mainly Jackson, but everybody else joined in trying to look cool and hopefully be "popular". People are stupid; putting labels on others and then when they're not good enough throwing them to the side, out-casting them. I never labeled people because of that; I guess I should thank Jackson for that. Who knows if he hadn't had done that to me I would be a dumb bimbo like Lydia.

I looked up at the moon admiringly, it was just like me all alone, sure it was surrounded by stars but the stars kept their distance because the moon was to different, just like me. I had stopped crying by this point just sitting there looking at the moon. The only difference between me and the moon was that the moon was beautiful while I wasn't. I had natural red hair and pale skin. I wasn't the skinniest bean in the jar but I wasn't the fattest either. I was about average weight but that wasn't enough apparently to fit in I had to be skinnier. I must have sat here for at least an hour; my eye lids where starting to feel like hundred pound weights. I deemed it safe to start heading home, yes I was stupid enough to sit in the forest alone for an hour with no way of contacting anybody, but I wasn't stupid enough to fall asleep in there. As I got up I heard a defining howl. My brows knitted together in confusion, there were no wolves in California that I knew of. I shrugged it off as being my over active imagination. Little did I know of the golden eyes that were following my every move.

*The next day*

I woke up in my bed bright and early, due to my alarm clock screaming my ear off. I was exhausted; I didn't get home till 2 am. I slowly dragged my half dead legs from under my black covers, I groaned not wanting to go to school today but knowing it was a lot better than staying in a house with my drunken mother, but then again was the ridicule any better? Ehhh I would take my chances with the assholes at least the worst they could do is throw their food at me, it was better than having a bloody nose right? I slowly walked to my closet to choose my outfit for the day which mainly just consisted of black skinny jeans, a black tank top, a black biker leather jacket with spikes on it, and combat boots. Maybe that was why people didn't like me because I didn't dress in flowery vomit… well they could go suck a squirrel's tail if they thought I gave half a shit. I put black eye liner on my bottom lids and threw my hair in a messy bun, boom I was done. I barley wore any make up cause I thought it made girls look like half dead hookers. Yes I know exactly what a half dead hooker looked like, who didn't?

After looking myself over in the mirror, I didn't like what I saw. I looked fat and ugly, no wander no guys liked me, I looked like a beached whale! 'No Kaylee' I thought to myself 'you do not look like a whale, you look like a normal human being, average size average looks' I let out the breath I hadn't even known I was holding. I slowly rubbed my temples feeling a headache coming on. I wouldn't let their words get to me today, wouldn't let their stares haunt me. I walked to the front door grabbing a banana on my way out, sadly I didn't have a car so I was stuck taking the bus to school. When I reached my bus stop I pulled out my ipod and started blasting some Def Leopard, I loved classic rock it always managed to calm me down. I loved music it was my everything. I played some instruments, my favorite being my Tenor Saxophone; oddly enough I didn't know how to play the guitar. When the bus approached I grimaced, already knowing how torturous my day was going to be. I walked up the steps and smiled at the bus driver as I passed, she was a sweet old woman who was the only one that looked at me like I wasn't some freak but a human being. She smiled sweetly back at me brightening my day just a little bit. I sat right behind her which was my usual seat on the bus.

"Hey honey, how are you?" she asked, her southern accent sticking out.

"I'm fine right now Ethel but can't promise you I will be later" I replied sadly, looking down at my shoes. "How about you?" I asked hoping to change the subject.

"I'm fine sweet heart it's you I'm worried about" she said sadly looking at me. I just gave her a small smile and looked out the window hoping she got the hint that I didn't want to talk anymore. She did but she gave me a look that said I could talk to her about anything, but I just ignored it because no one would understand the hell I'm going through.

Once the bus pulled up to the school I hurriedly got off hoping to avoid the ass hat known as Jackson. Sadly god was not on my side today, due to the fact that I was so worried about running into Jackson I ran into my biggest crush of all time, Scott McCall. He wasn't the most attractive guy in the school but boy did I think he was. He had a crooked jaw line that a lot of girls thought was weird, but I didn't, I thought it was beautiful, it made him real. Unlike Jackson who seemed to have a perfect face the defied the law of beauty and yes I made up a law of beauty. Hey, just because I hate the guy doesn't mean I don't find him nice to look at. After falling oh so gracefully on my ass and blushing like a mad women did I see his stuff scattered all over the floor.

"OH MY GOSH I'M REALLY SORRY" I whispered as I started picking his stuff up. I wasn't sure if he heard me, but I was proven wrong when he replied.

"No it's all right if anything it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going" He said with a smile and I'm pretty sure my heart just exploded in that moment in time. That was the most beautifully dorky smile I had ever seen. I blushed yet again and started stuttering like a dork.

"O-Oh umm no-no it wasn't real-eally it was-s my fault, b-b-but thanks for apologizing." I shyly looked away and after getting no response I found a new found courage in me and continued.

"People don't usually say sorry to me, they usually call me some names and tell me to fuck off." He looked at me sympathetically and gave me another heart stopping smile.

"Well I'm not like those people, when I see I did something wrong I'll apologize for it. Some people are just assholes" he chuckled causing me to smile and blush again. His chuckle was just so cute. We sat in silence again as we picked up each other's stuff. When we were finished we both stood up and looked at each other. Again that stupid blush appeared and I shyly looked away, he gave a small chuckle.

"You know you're really cute when you blush" he said a small smirk forming on his face when he saw that I got redder.

"You want to sit with me and my friends at lunch" he asked randomly.

"Oh umm sure" I replied rather confusedly. Why did he ask me to lunch? Is this how the friend thing usually starts off? A million and one questions were running through my mind and I barley caught him tell me "cool see you then" and walk away. I stood there with a goofy smile on my face. 'Maybe today won't be a bad day" I thought to myself as I watched the boy of my dreams walk away.