Hi guys, this is my first fanfic so I would love some feedback, whether or not it's positive I can only hope but as long as it helps I don't mind criticism.

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"Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's a Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man…"

I tune out Miss. Gardener as she reads Romeo and Juliette to the class. Everything becomes background noise as I retreat into my head. I have already read the famous Shakespeare romantic tragedy, a few times actually. When I was younger, before I read it, I thought the whole plot was quite stupid. The idea of falling in love over the course of a few days, a love so strong you would die for that person, to me was silly and just them being dramatic. So, it was much to my chagrin when, in sixth grade, it was on the reading list and my dad made me read it.

Much to my surprise and annoyance, I loved it. At the end my only complaint was the whiplash I got from Romeo's infatuation moving from Rosaline to Juliette in the space of a heartbeat. However, I did find there love adorable and it permanently converted me, since then I have been a hopeless romantic.

Not the kind of obsessive, lust induced romances in a lot books were they hardly know each other but 'felt drawn to each other'. I don't think that's love. Love is when you know the person better that you know yourself; when you are always aware of them and what they are doing, what they are thinking; when you smile when they enter a room; it's the little things, like holding open a door, holding their hand or pulling out their chair.

Unfortunately, I think I'm destine for an unrequited love. It's more a crush than love, but it's there and its unreciprocated. It doesn't bother me too much, I am proud to say I am an independent young woman. I'm not too hung up about it and I don't throw myself at him, though it would be nice to at least be noticed.

I realise that while thinking about him my eyes have wondered over to the seat he should be in on other side of the classroom. While my seat is in the back corner by the window his is closest to the door. I figure that says something about us and how different we are. Luckily for me he's not in today or someone might have seen me looking into space and thought I was staring at him, though I guess I could have said I was longingly staring out the door waiting for the bell.

Glancing around to subtly check if anyone noticed that I had spaced out and stopped paying attention I am met with only an empty classroom. Hm, weird. Looking at the clock I see the bell must have gone about five minutes ago. I was probably lost in my head again, that happens sometime, I get lost in my thoughts and don't notice anything around me.

In a bit of a daze, I pack my bag and leave the classroom to matching empty halls. At my locker I realise I didn't know if we had English homework, o well. I sort out the rest of my books and close my locker full of neatly stacked book and leave the school starting my small trek home.

My thoughts travel back to Jared Cameron, and his empty chair in English. Yep, I'm crushing on the popular and unreachable but cute Jared Cameron. He's been out of school for about two weeks now and everyone's talking about it they are saying he has mono, but I don't know, I'm not convinced. No one has heard from him since he didn't turn up for school, not even his friends and then the same thing happed to Paul Lahote a week later. And no, I am not stalking him people just talk very freely around you when you are invisible so I hear things.

I have known Jared since we were three and he moved in next door. His parents are the sweetest, kindest people I have ever known and came around with an apple pie to say hi when they moved in, and it was delicious. That's when I met Jared for the first time and we spent half an hour colouring together. After that we spent almost all are free time together and Jared's mum ended up looking after me all day while my parents worked. We were best friends. That is until we started 1st grade, 3 years of being best friend out the window because girls had cooties. It sucked because as I retreated into myself and developed into the shy friendless person I am now, Jared was coming out of his shell and becoming a popular cool kid. So, in 6th grade when it was ok to hang out with girls again we didn't rekindle the friendship, I was too shy to reach out and he couldn't be seen with me even if he wanted to.

I think it was worse for me because he was the one that stopped hanging out with me and I was left with no friends and a crush on an asshole. Except his not an asshole, he really is very nice he just cares to much about fitting in.

By now, I had reached my house, unlocked the door and made my way to the kitchen to grab a snack.

The house is modern, or as modern as you get in La Push. Which means shining marble counters in the kitchen and well-kept white walls with nice wooden floors throughout the down stairs. The kitchen and dining room are separated by only an arch, although the dining room is never used as my parents are never home for family meals and I just eat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. The siting room has a flat screen tv and a leather sofa and arm chair, there's a nice fur rug in the middle of the room and a side table between the sofa and armchair with a fancy lamp on it. The other rooms down stairs are the toilet which is all shinny and smells of bleach; and my parents study, but I'm not allowed in there. Upstairs there are three bedrooms each with an ensuite bathroom, mine, my parents and a guest room.

When you enter my room, the door is in one corner and if you look to the left you can see an aged chest of drawers and my desk. Opposite the chest of drawers in the next corner is my double bed with red bed sheets, at the base is an old trunk that used to be my grans, it has a folded blanket on it so I can sit down. On the wall the door faces, next to my bed's side table, is a big and over flowing bookshelf. On the last wall are two doors one leads to the ensuite and the other leads to my walk-in wardrobe that I have converted into a storage cupboard. Unfortunately for me, my parents don't believe in pursuing the arts, so I have to keep my art supplies (and there are a lot of them) in my cupboard. All of the furniture in my room is wood and the walls are white whilst the floor is a cream colour. I have a big window opposite by bathroom which, as fate would have it, looks directly into Jared's room next door. I know, wow. I mean how is that for weird. When we were kids we loved it and would communicate to each other with hand gestures but now, it's just awkward.

Anyway, stepping into my room I chuck my school bag onto the floor by my desk and connect my iPhone to my speakers putting my music on shuffle. 'She will be loved' by maroon 5 comes on. Since it is Friday and I have all weekend to do my homework I decide to work on my latest painting.

Humming along to the music I retrieve my old, paint splattered jeans and hoodie from my cupboard and make my way into my bathroom to get changed. After changing and putting my hair in a ponytail I examined myself in the mirror. I don't think I'm ugly exactly, I have the trade mark Quileute dark skin, my hair is black and very straight falling to half way down my back when its brushed out. My brown eyes are just slightly to big, my lips are slightly uneven with a bigger lower lip than upper and my nose broader than I would like . My favourite feature is my eye lashes, there long and thick and the only part of my face I am completely happy with. I stand at 5'7" and am blessed with an hourglass figure and high metabolism because otherwise with all the shit I eat, I would look like an obese cow. If I were asked to describe myself in one word it would have to be average. I Kim Conweller am average.

Putting that thought aside I step out of the bathroom and start getting all my painting supply's out of my cupboard singing along to the music which has now changed to 'girl on fire' by Alicia Keys. The last thing I got out was my easel and canvas. I set it up in my usual spot at the end of my bed with me sitting on the chest. After a lot of trial and error I have found this is were the light is best in my room.

Sitting down I take a minute to stare at my canvas and get back into my painting mind set. I am painting mother nature depicted as a woman in the woods by a steam with green skin, gold sunlight hair, rams horns and a flower dress. She is surrounded by different animals including a bear, a wolf and a doe. I have spent two weeks sketching it and today I am final ready to start painting the wood setting. Sat here painting I am content in my little heaven with my art and my music.