Hi, my name is Rachel, Rachel Morrison. And I live in Forks, Washington. Oh dear God shoot me now! I didn't move here, I, unlike al the crazies that are here now, am not some Edward/Jacob/Emmett/Jasper what ever else their names are obsessed teenager. I am normal, well not in the literal sense of the term, I just understand that Edward Cullen is a fictional character AND WILL NEVER LOVE YOU!

Now my sister Amy, just doesn't understand this. Well she understands that Edward isn't real but she somehow thinks that if she stalks Robert Pattinson when he's here, that he will love her forever. Personally I don't get it, to me he just looks like a hairy foot, maybe she has a foot fetish? But either way that's why I'm in hell right now,.

Amy is 15 and can't drive, but lucky her she has a wonderful older sister who can! BLECK! That's the crap my mother spews, when really if I don't drive Amy I cant drive at all. My own mother is black mailing me what next? Arranged marriage?

"AHHHHH!!! Holy crap Rache it's HIM!!! GAH HE IS SOOO HAWT!" screamed my stupid 15 year old sister from the passenger seat.

"AHHHHH!!! Holy crap Amy I've officially lost all hearing in my left ear. Congratulations you've officially ruined my life!" I said sarcastically as I turned the wheel trying to avoid hitting all the other screaming fan girls (and boys) crowding in front of me. "At least some of the have taste," I thought to myself staring at the crowd that had amassed. A good 60 percent had team Jacob paraphernalia. "A hottie with an eight pack, or a foot with air brushed abbs? I pick the eight pack." She jumped out of my car and ran up to the gate where her Twihard friends had saved her a spot.

I put my car in reverse and started to back out. I looked in my rear view window and spotted someone who looked…normal. Well not normal, but sane, he had dark hair and dark eyes. He was off in a corner smiling and shaking his head like this was just all beyond him, despite the hair and eyes his complexion wasn't dark…it was pale. He all the sudden whipped his head around to look directly into my rear view mirror.

It felt like his eyes were boring into mine, through a mirror. Shit, what do I do!? Wave? Wave yes wave. So that's what I did waved. I waved, he waved, I smiled, he smiled back, I blushed and looked away, I looked back…he was gone.

A/N: Soooo what do you think? I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this all I know is that I'm going :P review and let me know what you think!