A.N. I don't own anything people, it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer except the storyline.

Steph's POV

Stephanie woke up and stretched her tightly wound body, she really had to stop staying up so late. Still half asleep, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen; plopping herself down on her favorite black aluminium stool. Steph began bouncing with a cheesy grin on her face, waiting for her mom to say something.

"Well? Is it here yet?" She asked her mom, trying to look around at what she was holding behind her back; she kept moving so Steph couldn't see. She can be so childish sometimes.

"Is what here?" Her mom countered; Steph's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"You know what." Steph grunted, still trying to catch a peek of the item.

"No I don't. Many things came from the post. But only one thing from the guy in the FedEx truck…" Her mom spoke slowly, accentuating the word 'FedEx'.

"Mom, come on. Give it to me." Steph pleaded, her voice strained as she stretched over the counter, trying her hardest to reach her mother.

"I don't understand what you want Steph." Her mother was torturing her for no good reason; Steph found herself growling at her own mother. Steph's mouth snapped shut in shock, wondering where that had come from; she had never growled at anyone before. Mom's eye brows furrowed while her eyes widened as if she knew something that her daughter didn't, she recovered with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, before Steph could ask any questions.

"Looks like somebody has read her own books way too many times." Mom laughed sourly as she handed Steph the cube shaped package. She ripped at the cupboard hungrily, tearing it to shreds to reveal the frits of her labor. Steph screamed with excitement as she flipped through the pages, they smelled like brand spanking new paper. The cover was just as she had dreamt; a white chess piece on a fading out board in the foreground and a smaller red one in the back. At the top, the title in a normal fond, no capital letters just like she had asked. At the bottom, her full name, all capitals; also by her request.

"It's nice." Steph jumped as she heard her mom's voice behind her. Before she could even think, her hands had moved the book as far away from her mother as possible. She stepped back and sighed.

"So, I guess we can't read this one either." Mom said; she already knew the answer; Steph never let anybody read them. She shook her head sheepishly as she backed away from the kitchen; effectively tripping on some unpacked boxes on the way.

"Stephanie?" Mom called after her; she stopped moving and turned back to face her. She's beautiful; Steph's mom. Her hair, so black that it was almost blue and her skin tanned skin, radiant. Anyone with eyes could see why Steph's father had fallen in love with her all those years ago. They always told their daughter that it was 'love at first sight'. Some people are just that lucky.

"Yeah mom?" Steph asked her.

"How many is that now?" She asked as she nodded to the book that was clenched tightly in Steph's hand before taking a short, cautious sip of her steaming hot coffee. "The fourth and the last." Steph replied proudly before turning and marching back off the stairs to her bedroom. She hummed an unrecognizable tune as she stuffed the new book in its designated place on her newly built shelf and sighed. Two years worth of staying up late and waking up early to write had finally paid off; just in time for her to start a new school in a new place.

She laughed as she flopped onto her bed; looking over at the macaroni photo frame that her best friend Courtney had given her before she left San Francisco for the place of her dreams… La Push. It was actually the place where all her books are centered around.

Steph has been a fully registered member of the Quilieute tribe, both of her parents grew up there before moving away together once they were married; they were back because her dad was offered a job in Forks. She had always been apprehensive about coming here though, she had heard things about reservations; things that she now knew were untrue. Steph was afraid that she'd stick out like a sore thumb more than anything, after all she was only three quarters Quilieute; her father is half African American making her skin considerably darker than her soon to be peers.

Steph finished her shower then began to look through her unpacked suitcases and wardrobe for something decent to wear for her first day of school. After around half an hour, she ended up with a grey hoody and skinny jeans; Steph then brushed her thick black waist length hair down and pulled it over both her shoulders before walking downstairs, although, what she found down there was something that no teenager should ever see her parents doing; engaging in a heated make out session… again

"Ok guys, enough with the PDA." Steph groaned as she sat down on her stool in front of them; they separated like it was the hardest thing ever.

"Morning Steph." Her dad said as he leaned over the work top to kiss her forehead.

"Morning daddy." She answered sweetly; to say that Steph was a daddy's girl would be a serious understatement, she had always admired him to no end; to her, he was the epitome of what I had should… no had to be. Jamal Meyer was the tallest guy that she had ever seen, towering over her at an impressive six foot five with muscles that steroids couldn't give you.

All of Steph's friends in San Francisco had a crush on him, especially Courtney. She turned in a stuttering, bumbling fool whenever he was around. Steph just laughed and tried to calm down her hyperventilation after he had left; not that she could blame her best friend, her dad did look young for his age, come to think about it, so did her mom; they both appeared to be in their early twenties when in reality, they were supposedly around thirty-five

"Dad, are you gonna drive me to school?" Steph groaned at her father who had somehow re-attached himself to her mother's lips. They separated again.

"Yep, later baby." Jamal called as he slapped her mom's butt which made her squeal like a teenager; Steph mentally face palmed.

The drive to the school was short of course, La Push was a small place. Steph waved goodbye to her dad as she got out of our car. Whispers and sniggers erupted from all around the car lot, as said before, La Push was a small place, new people were obvious, Steph huffed as she pulled her hood up and sped towards the small building, leaving her head down

Weaving her way through the corridors was hard to say the least; she had no idea where she was heading but was way too shy to ask anybody for their help. Finally. She thought as she reached a door labeled 'administration office'.

"Hi." Steph said casually, causing the secretary to jump in her seat; surely Steph hadn't been that quiet as she entered the office.

"Hello dear, you must be Stephanie." The woman said as she searched through files, not bothering to hear Steph's answer; she handed her a schedule and shooed her out. Again, Steph was stuck in the crowded corridors all alone, searching for her designated locker then homeroom; once she found it she walked in, most of the other students were there already.

Steph avoided their eyes as she marched straight up to the teacher's desk. She was a people person, just not when she didn't know anyone.

He was quite old, maybe around forty years old. His hair was long and pretty just like her mother's. He turned to Steph and the whole class went quiet; she could feel their eyes on her but she wouldn't turn.

"Class, we have a new student. Don't be shy dear, we always welcome new comers. Why don't you introduce yourself and tell us about yourself?" He asked as he gave her a friendly nod; she physically relaxed. Steph turned to her new classmates and for the first time since she reached La Push; she didn't feel like an outsider. Most of them were smiling pleasantly at her; she didn't really look at them, her eyes literally skinned over them vaguely.

"Hi, my name is Stephanie Meyer, I just moved here from San Francisco a few months ago, in my spare time, I like to write stories." She answered loudly; most of the class nodded.

"What kind of stories do you write?" A voice asked; Steph searched around the room for the asker; she felt like she knew his voice from something but she couldn't place it.

"Mostly supernatural….. Jacob?" Steph screeched as my eyes landed on the owner of the unknown voice. He looked around the room like he didn't know her; he didn't and he was sure of it. Steph knew him though, she knew him very well but how could she? How could he be here in front of here? He wasn't supposed to exist, to be real; he was just a fragment of her overactive imagination, a boy from her first book. A character from Twilight.

Thoughts?

So I decided to re do it in third person.
I have a pic of Stephanie on my profile.

What do you think?

Reviews please.