Stephenie Meyer owns any twilight characters that are in my story other wise the rest of the characters are mine

My family looks perfect on the outside. I mean sometimes I believe we ARE a perfect family on the outside. We are one of the most richest families in the Forks region. My father is the CEO in a big corporation in Port Angeles which is by a name I don't bother to remember. My Mother is a big time lawyer too. We always have a smile on our face (as of what everyone we met told us), and we are always organized. We always have breakfast precisely 7:30 A.M all dressed and ready, then supper at 6:15. I only go on that schedule when the people that call me their daughter bother to even show up, because like I said we are that family from some stupid sitcom from the 30s where we all are joy, joy!, and happy, happy on the outside. But on the inside we have so many cracks and tares that are so intercut and complex with each other it's beyond repair. My parents or as I like to call them, my care takers that only bother to show up once a month or if I'm lucky twice a month, or if I'm luckier, I will see them together. Yep, what a family.

Now I know you want to know the dirt, oh where does thou family goeth? Well my mom stays at her law firm all day then she just stays at Port Angeles in a condo she has been renting for what…? Its 2014… so for eight years. Next to my dearest father (says dripping with sarcasm) he actually tries with me, he calls to let me know he's not coming home. I'm soon cut off by him when there is a lot of silence and giggling. I'm guessing you are getting the picture, and that the giggling is not coming from my mother. I used to believe that my parents loved each other, when I was a child, I also believed that finding my prince charming would make me a princess, and then my mommy and daddy would finally see me as I was, their little princess.

I'm older now and not as naïve. I've seen and I have learned. And right now all I wanted to do is learn my way of this gomdamn class room, like riiiiiiiiiigggggghhht nnnnnnow. Just then the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Usually I would dread leaving this class, because it's art, but not today. Today is the last day of school, and I'm not saying that I hate High school but there is a very strong feeling of dislike between me and High school. It's not because I'm bad in school and in grades, they are quite above average. But because A. I have no friends B. It becomes very awkward in there when again you have no friends to talk to C. It's like a jungle in there and trust me you do not want to know what D is. Lets just say you should NOT go to the bathroom after school.

I grabbed my things from my locker and headed out to the parking lot to my baby. My truck, it's a new model that my father just bought me. I have no idea what kind it is except that it's a blue-gray color and is just my type of vehicle. I saw bunch giants flaunting over it. When I got closer I herd one of them whistle at it admiralty.

"Look at this coat of paint on this beauty, and the detail it has." Says Giant #1 while whistling.

"Leather seats!?" Giant #2 asks in disbelief fogging up the window trying to look through its dark tint. Wait how can he see through them? I wondered.

"I would give anything too see what's under that hood." Giant #3 said dreamily.

"Well, as fun as that sounds." I say, all their heads turning towards me making me blush bright red.

"I kind of want to get home… so if you could move out of my way, that would be highly appreciated." I said snidely with just a tad of sass. Hey, don't judge I just want to get home to my safe haven of the smells of Lisa baking and paint oils while Henry, my cat, lays down in front of me and Peanut wags his cute little tail by the window glass door in my bedroom, just begging me to come out side with him and play with him with those cute little puppy eyes of his. They moved so I could get past them when-I being my smooth, graceful, 5 year then quitter of ballet-self-tripped slightly. I recovered fast, but I can't say the same for my papers, book and most importantly my sketch book. The giants were quick to act; soon they were on their knees picking up all that fell.

"Thanks." I muttered out to Giant #3 who was right next to me grabbing most of the papers out of the 3 of them.

"I'm Seth, by the way." Giant #—I mean Seth told me while handing me back the papers that fell. Wait a minute. Seth! The same Seth, which not too long ago was a lanky string bean, who was so clumsy and cute he reminded me Peanut when he was a puppy.

"And that's Colin and Brady." Seth said pointing to giant #1, who I learned to be Colin and giant #2 who is Brady. Damn, what have these boys been eating? A mix of steroids with something else…? Shit. I'm talking to a bunch of druggies; this will not go well with the parents. Who am I kidding they wouldn't care if I ran away and never showed up. Probably would make their lives easier. Stop making a pity party for yourself. My conscience tells me. And while you're at it show you best assets, for god's sakes, this is as close you have been to the male population since Freshman year, but that doesn't even count. My conscience was referring to my breast that I tactically keep hidden away. There is one thing I did inherit from my mom that I don't curse. My boobs are a size D 36 and I'm pretty damn proud of them. But sadly I still don't know how to use them to allure the male student-body. Kind of sad, I know. I soon realized that the giants where all looking at me now, once again. One of them-Colin I believe-came over to me and handed my books back to me, the sketch book still not to be found. I was starting to have a minnie heart attack when the last giant came over to me and handed me my sketch book. I let go the air I didn't know I was holding in, with relief.

"Thank you." I with a little desperation in my voice of almost losing one of the most treasured thing in my life. I suddenly had the urge to look up into Brady's—I think that's his name—eyes, his eyes where different from the normal Quileute black. They were a dark sky or ocean blue with little specks of black. Those eyes were enchanting and also the eyes that belong to a heart-breaker, with their "I'm on top of the world and I get whatever want when I want" glint. Yeah, not my type. You don't have a type. My conscience thought back at me. Shut up! Suddenly those eyes had admiration and love in them. He also looked like the man – which I picture in my head—that Jesus saved and made it so he could see again. And just as it was there, it was replaced by anger.

"You…you ruined everything!" He growled out and he started to shake violently. I stared at him stunned by what he just said. How could I ruin everything for him? Now I got confused and angry at him, how dare he say that! I never even done anything to him, okay so he had to pick up my sketch book for me, but I didn't tell him to. He just did it. And you know who should be angry, me. They were the ones that decided to come up to my truck and invade my personal space. Assholes. I thought and glared at him. I opened up my mouth about to give him a piece of my mine, but before I got to, Seth cut me off.

"We have to go, But it nice meeting you." He said like he was in a rush, before Colin and he dragged Brady towards the forest. Seriously we have known each other since freshman year when we had the same home room together, I wanted to say to them but they were already gone.

Defiantly on drugs, I wonder who hits them up. Kidding, I'm just kidding. I mean you should have seen your faceses. Conscience proceeds to shake her head in shame. But still they are weird I thought as I was getting into my truck and drove off. As I was on the road home I heard a wolves howl, I shivered slightly not knowing why I did.

Then I thought, well this was a nice way to start off the summer.