I just want to say; this is my very, very first story so I want constructive criticism from anyone who reads this. I've put this in the twilight section because I know this storey was influenced by twilight. Its sort of like Bella, not human and vampire, but human and some other mythical creature, I can't say yet. This is all from a dream I had the other night and I wrote it down straight away because I just felt I had to. This story has something like imprinting in it as well so it's almost just like twilight serious but different characters and different situations.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for my characters and my storey.

Chapter 1: The beginning

Sheridan's POV

My legs were dragging on the ground as I was trying to get my mum out of the shopping centre. Surely, 4 hours had to be enough for one day.

She was having a coffee with one of her work friends who she had coincidently bumped in to. Susan was her name and after over hearing most of their conversation she had a husband, named John and 2 sons, one my age, 16, and another 13. They talked about family and lifestyle for ages. She mentioned her husband and sons were here but in the arcade.

Ugh, who hangs out in the arcade with there family these days? I thought.

"Mum-" I said in a whiny voice.

"-I know, Sheridan, we'll leave soon." She snapped back before I could say another word.

Susan's phone started ringing her ring tone "We all live in a yellow submarine"

Yeesh, who was this chick. She picked up her phone and answered.

After a moment she said, "Ready?" and then she said " Ok, I'll meet you in the car park."

FinallyI complained to myself. I stood up, maybe too eagerly, and waited for my mum to get up.

"We'll follow you out, I think. I got to go put dinner on for Steve anyway."

Steve is my dad and her husband. I also have a brother named Ryan, but he's 18 and luckily for him he's never been shopping with my mum since he left school.

I slowly followed behind my mum and Susan. Still impatient but knowing walking is better then sitting down. We got outside and I saw one man and two boys. The Tall big man, John I presume, had brown hair as well as the short, little boy who was sitting next to a boy with black hair. They were sitting on the very outskirts of the car park. There was hardly anyone left, it must be what… 5.30? Shouldn't most of the shops close by now on a Saturday?

I looked back at these guys, sitting in front of the little creek that ran from one end of the car park to the other. I could easily tell which one was the one my age, he was the tannest with black hair, his skin glowed in the sun compared to the other two. He looked different from the others. Maybe he was adopted?

My thoughts were starting to run wild about this boy.

Does he like sport? Or is he the arty kind?

We got closer and the boys stood up and turned around. He had blue eyes, which stood out from his dark, black hair and tanned skin. This is all I could tell from this far away. I decided to stop looking at this boy and act uninterested; maybe he'd think I was hotter if I played 'hard to get'. When we were closer I still wasn't looking at him. Susan introduced my mum as one of her work friends but didn't say anything about me besides "The daughter". Rude.

She wasn't even going to tell that guy my name.

I sat down where they had once been sitting, knowing they were all going to start talking again and for some reason that guy followed me. I kept my head down looking over the river. I was too shy to look at his face. I started playing with my long, blonde hair, making sure it looked good.

"Their going to talk for another hour, I bet." He said. His voice was smooth, but deep in a mature way.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking" I replied, quietly.

We talked about family, sports and then schools. He was neither sporty nor arty. He was just average. I felt a little smug that he went to a public school and I went to a private school. I liked talking about my school. It made me feel smart. He noticed.

I guess he was getting annoyed at my bragging because he asked:

"So, if you go to a private school, aren't you meant to be pretty, confident and smart? Like Barbie but smart?"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" My voice shot up a few octaves but was still my shy, quiet voice. That was rude I thought.

"Wow, look at your bony arms. You're really skinny. You look like you could snap in half. You look weak." He said, whilst eyeing my arms.

He didn't even answer my question. Who was this guy! He doesn't even know me! I could feel myself starting to get frustrated.

"I could show you I'm not weak, you'd be surprised, I bet." I threatened.

"Hah, you could, it obviously wouldn't hurt me the slightest."

That was it. I swung my arm back and used as much force as I could to punch him in the arm. Where is all this super emotions coming from? I had never punched someone before in my whole life. This guy is so conceited! He got on my nerves so much.

He started laughing, just quietly under his breath, and then he was laughing hysterically.

"Why are you laughing?!" I demanded. "Don't make fun of me!"

I pushed him slightly but he was so off balance from laughing that he fell forward and started rolling down towards the creek.

I watched in horror. Oh my god! I thought. Did I really do that??

Before he could get wet, he grabbed on to a little tree and climbed his way back up to the cement where I was sitting. I reached my hands towards him trying to help him up but he shook my hands off.

I looked down as he sat down. I felt really guilty. Why did I do that? What's wrong with me!

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

He didn't reply, or even look at me. He just sat there, silently.

I was already looking down at the creek but soon something on his leg caught my attention. On the side of his shinbone was a detailed, pattern tattoo. It didn't really look like a tattoo; I had no other way to describe it. It looked natural like he was born with it. I looked over his body and found that there was a tattoo on his arm and one on his neck. They were all different.

The one on his arm I could understand, it was a handwritten, script that said "Life" and on his neck was an ancient Egyptian symbol for life. I could tell because when I was little I bought a necklace with the same symbol. I wore it everyday, until I lost it.

My eyes flickered back to the one on his leg. I was so amazed of the beauty that I stroked it, subconsciously. I was curious of what this mark felt like.

That's when I felt something I had never experienced before in my whole life. Right then and there, I had a sense that this boy was going to change my life forever.

I hope you all liked the very first chapter. But to tell the truth is, this one doesn't even have anything about the juicy stuff! Go on to my next chapter :D

Please review and give me some constructive criticism. It would be much appreciated.