Disclaimer: Twilight is all Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing.
AN: This takes place about five years after Breaking Dawn. The six wolves that phased right before the final battle may pass us by, from time to time, I've named them Nathan, Ryan, Sean, Caleb, Mason and Kyle.
This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, so if you take the time to read this, thanks a lot! English isn't my primary language, so I'm sure my grammar will lack at certain points ;) Please forgive me, I'm trying!
This is an Embry x OC story, the OC being Nadira, she's all mine! I hope you'll enjoy it!
Prologue
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POV: Nadira
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We were driving towards my new "home", though I still had no idea where that was going to be. There was a family that had recently put themselves up for foster care, or so I was told, I would stay with them for six months and if everything went well maybe longer. Yeah ... like that's going to happen, they would be sick of me long before that. It's March 16th now, I'll be gone before April hits us.
I had been through a lot of foster homes since I was twelve, at least six now, or was it seven. "Poor girl, to lose her mother like that" and a lot of phrases of that nature were all I heard when people found out what had happened to me. My dad has been in prison for five years, the only good thing is that he will stay there for at least another ten years.
The reason I kept going from home to home was very simple, I did everything I could to disobey and cause problems. Trust me, being angry is a lot easier than being sad and hurt all the time. I hated being a victim, so I simply refused to be one. At my arrival in a new home the reception would be quite similar, they would see me and think "such a sweet girl". That was my intention of course, I became very good at using my appearance to my advantage, I really didn't look the bad girl part.
I was a bit on the short side with my 5'4", but what mostly made it unbelievable where my big innocent brown eyes, complements of daddy dearest, as are my dark thick curls. My dad… yeah, he's from Lebanon, as is his temper, which is quite middle eastern. Other than that, I looked a lot like my mother. Fairly light skinned just like her, although I do tan easily. But I was nowhere near as beautiful as she had been.
A few days after arrival I would start my routine, little things to get me going, see how they would respond. I took it as far as I had to with the exception of involving boys, I stayed as far away from those hormone driven idiots as I could. Boys would become men and they couldn't be trusted, I knew that from firsthand experience.
But I wouldn't back down from smoking, drinking or even drugs, and stealing of course, that was almost guaranteed to get me in to serious trouble. I would have to see what kind of people I would encounter this time, but I wasn't worried.
After a silent drive from Seattle I saw signs passing me, "La Push, never heard of it" I thought to myself, as we entered the village I took a better look. An Indian reservation? They've got to be kidding me! I'm not going to live here, not even for a short while!
I needed to get out of here, and fast! My thoughts were interrupted by the social worker who had been charged with my case, that was driving me towards hellhole that was my new destination.
"We're here!" she said with a cheery voice.